Tag: poetry
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AI Free
AI FREE Know that my poems are all AI free, Written solely and only especially by me, For that is how true poetry should be, Not created artificially, But with heart and soul, not mechanically, With heart felt emotion, not absently. So know that my poems are all AI free. Written solely and only especially…
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Crying Can Be Prune Juice For The Soul
A sad situationFeelings of frustrationEmotional constipation Let it out;Scream and shout;A cry can quenchEmotional drought! It’s not weakWhen things are bleakTo clear your mind of anEmotional streak. Life can take it’s toll,So to yourself confessEmotional stress. A good cry can be Prune juice for the soul.
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In All Things Give Thanks
On a crisp fall morning, in a tiny little kitchen,Mouths were watering and noses were twitching. All in anticipation for the noon day feast,Without ham or turkey or even roast beef. Baking in the oven was homemade bread.Simmering above, berry jam for a spread. Next to the jam was a hearty pot of soupWith chicken…
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Seasonal Silver Linings
Fall wind blows wild.Not every leaf falls.Pumpkins are soldAt the market stalls. Winter cold creeps in,The leaves drop down.Colorful lightsTwinkle throughout town. Spring rain has come.The winter is gone,time for birdsto sing their song. The summer is hot,The sun is shining.Every seasonhas a silver lining.
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One Couple’s Castle
In a Germanic castle, in a far away land,Horns were heard trumpeting, so rich and so grand. The King was running back and forth on the court,Happy to be playing such a fine regal sport. The Queen was sitting by her two windowsills,painting the landscape beyond the Green hills. Around the moat, the castle cat…
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The Night Croaker
A frog was croaking off in the distance,As I was trying to sleep, it went on with persistence.Whether warding off foes or calling his mate,He grew quite annoying because it was so late. Normally such natural, nocturnal soundsCan be somewhat lulling when it comes from your grounds.But not when you’re just about to doze offAfter…
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Waiting For Power . . . . . . Poem written by Jolie Kelly
My sister wrote this poem and shared it with me, (thank you), and now we would like to share it with you. She also painted the picture to go with it. Very talented and very loved! Painting by Jolie Kelly Darkest nightWindows wide openChildhood memoriesSleeping with the crickets
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Off In The Distance
When you think no one’s watching,When you think no one cares,Off in the distanceThere is someone who sharesYour message, your experiences,Your actions, and your dreams;It’s not as meaninglessAs it first appears or seemsTo someone who’s watching,To someone who cares,Off in the distance,There is someone awareOf your message, your experiences,Of your actions, and your dreamsThat you…
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Time Spent At Grandma’s House
Old fashioned SingerMiniature seesaw for oneCherished childhood fun
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Cause and A/Effect
What causes us to have a change of heart?What causes us to be set apart?What causes us to want to grow?What does it take for our love to show? What effects take place when we forgive?What affects the way we choose to live?What effects take place when we strive to learn?What affects the way we…
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Help with Humility
Help should not be just a once in a while event,A grand show for others to see how well your time was spent.It shouldn’t be just a day set aside to feedYour conscience, but to help whenever there’s a need.Help should be offered when it’s truly needed,From genuine compassion and not from the conceited.It should…
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Acknowledgement
Say Hi!Lift someone up who just might want to cry.Smile!People love to be noticed if only for a while.Cheer!Let someone know a supporter is near.Wave!Reaching out to others can often be brave.Pray!Help someone through a difficult day.
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4th
Many Americans like to shoot up the sky,Even a week before the 4th of July! Many Americans like to hear the loud booms,Even if it shakes all the walls in the rooms. Many Americans like to fire up their new grills,Even if they don’t possess any skills. Many Americans like a dog to eat and…
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On the Fourth
On the Fourth, some may dreadThe pain it causes within their head. On the Fourth, some may tremble and hide,Close all their windows and stay inside. When you let your fireworks boom,Some may have a sense of doom. When you let your fireworks fly,Some may fear and start to cry. On the Fourth, you may…
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Through A Copse of Green
While hiking up on Grandfather MountainLooking through a copse of green,I spied a mama doe with her babiesWhich could barely just be seen. Sweet spotted, week old faunaSniffing the cool, fresh mountain air,While their mama stays ever alertTending them with motherly care. What a sight to have come across,Such a gentle touching scene,Up on Grandfather…
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Gifts From Our Fathers
Good fathers on Earth like our Father aboveBoth give us gifts to show us their love. They both give us labors for which we do toilTo make sure, alone, these gifts do not spoil. Sometimes these labors seem to be in vain,For they take a long time and seem hard to obtain. Good fathers on…
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Nothing is Better
Nothing is better in all the worldThan waiting arms all warm and unfurled. Nothing is better for the young or the old,To support the weak and applaud the bold. Whether to celebrate joy or to comfort sadness,To express deep feelings or to lessen the madness, Whether from cherished loved ones or from new working relations,Or…
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We Are Just Stewards
We are just stewards in this great house we live in,Made for and inherited by our Father with love.We need to take great care of what we were given,Until we move in with Him up in perfection above. Fix and mend what becomes broken.Heal and comfort dwellers who are sick.Dust and clean what becomes dirty.Restore…
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Do or Say
Is there anything I can do or say that would bring back your smile?Is there anything I can do or say that would make life again worthwhile?Is there anything I can do or say that would make it more okay?Is there anything I can do or say that would give you a better day?If there…
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Little By Little
Little by little you can get things done.It may not be the best, and it may not be fun.It may not go quickly, or smoothly at first,But not doing anything can be vastly worse.So, little by little, do something each day,And soon the hard tasks will be whittled away.
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Falling Rock
Riding through the mountainsWhen I was but a small child,Watching all the sites go by,My eyes would become beguiled. I loved the tall green forest,The dark tunnels we rode through,The Smokey Mountain skies of mist,The sparkling streams of crystal blue. But one sign always bothered me,Watch Out For Falling Rock it read.So, I vigilantly stayed…
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Green Thumb
I don’t have a green thumb. I have killed two cacti in my lifetime. But, I like to think that maybe my green thumb is with words and not greenery, although both need nurturing and can provide beauty, joy, and comfort. I’ll leave the growing of trees to God. I don’t write poems, I grow…
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To Hear A Thank You
Why do you spend hoursPainting pictures to view? Why do you spend timeGiving cards that you drew? Why do you share thoughtsWriting poems to debut? Why do you share resourcesCooking a hot, savory stew? Why do you doThe things that you do?Cuz sometimes it’s delightfulTo hear a thank you! Why do you show patienceMending the…
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A Village Shouldn’t Stop
It takes a village it has often been saidTo raise a child who is genuinely well-bred. But even as a child grows into an adult,They still need others to help and consult. The village shouldn’t stop just because the child isfull grown.Villagers shouldn’t ever let someone go it alone. It’s hard for someone in this…
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No Buts About It
I often feel better when I am productive,But lazing around sure seems seductive. I often feel better when my food is nutritious,But a chocolate doughnut sure taste delicious. I often feel better when I get enough rest,But while binging tv, I become quite obsessed. I often feel better when I am out and social,But being…
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Wishing Your Life Away
When I was little, I was always wishing for future events to hurry up and arrive. My Dad would always shake his head and say, “Your wishing your life away”. I often don’t overly look forwards to things anymore.And before you say how sad, listen.We get so caught up in future plans that might change,When…
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Thank You For Your Service
Thank you for your service,Seems so inadequate to say,For all that you had gone throughAnd for the work you did each day. Thank you for your service.You deserve our utmost respect,For you were doing heroic feats,While at home, we safely slept. Thank you for your service,For doing what we could not,For your sacrifice in violent…
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Point of View
It has been said that the eyes are the windows to the soul. What view do you see looking out? Sadness is in the eye of the unwanted.Disappointment is in the eye of the unappreciated.Worry is in the eye of the unprepared. What view do others see looking in? Love is in the eye of…
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Take A Seat: The Greensboro Four
They just wanted coffee.They just wanted to sit.They just wanted someoneTo have to admit,That they should be treatedLike others being served,That they should shareIn what everyone deserves. But they were told,Time and time again,That those seats were reservedFor more deserving men.But day after day,They came back to tryTo sit at the counterAnd to diversify Until…
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I Wish I Had Wings
There’s a desert in Maine I can’t explain.There’s a monster swimming in Lake Champlain. One man’s mosaics gave new life to Cuba.The Blue Grotto is a picturesque place to scuba. There’s a mountain in Georgia with huge faces of granite.There are craters in Idaho that look like a strange planet. A bathtub ring around draining…
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Obsession With Blue
I’m obsessed with the color blueand I believe that others are too. Broncos’ stadium with an all blue turfSantorini rooftops, all blue, by the surfA make-believe village made up of blue Smurfs And the houses and alleyways in Chefchaouen,The Blue Pearl of Morocco’s man-made haven. I’m obsessed with the color blueand I believe that God…
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In The Eye Of An Un
Boredom is in the eye of the unimaginative. Mediocrity is in the eye of the unindustrious. Complacency is in the eye of the unmotivated. Exacerbation is in the eye of the misunderstood. Anxiety is in the eye of the uncontented. Fear is in the eye of the unbelieving. Hate is in the eye of the…
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Creative Interruptions
Late at night when I’m ready to relax,I put down my phone, so I’m not side-tracked.I sit down to stream my favorite show,But soon my mind is on the goOf ideas for poems that I could write.Coming up with the rest sometimes takes all night.And just when I hit the remote to continue,Another rhyme occurs…
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Favorite Chimes
My favorite church bells are those that chimeIn the white gloved hands of instrument ringers,Keeping up in rhythm and musical time,Often accompanied by silken robed singers. Outside the steeple church bells pealCalling the congregation to enter.But the handbells playing inside revealChurch music’s greatest representor. The music I hear from these bells of brass,From the moment…
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Find It!
Photo by kylie De Guia on Unsplash Quote added by Jeannie Johnson Some people find therapy in their kitchen while baking.Some people find it on a hike they are taking. Others may find it while gardening in soils.Still others may find it on the canvas with oils. Some people find it while reading a book,far…
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How You Look At It
They say there’s more than one way to skin a cat,But why the heck would you want to do that? They say the early bird catches the worm,But the poor early wiggler may have a short term. They say don’t count your chickens before they hatch,But what if you wanted breakfast as your morning catch.…
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What Do Animals Do For Fun?
What do animals do for fun?They don’t pretend or play ball in the sun.They don’t do puzzles or play video games.They don’t knock down toy, ten pin frames.They don’t have the Internet or books to read.They don’t ride bikes or race toy cars for speed. What do animals do for fun I ask ya?They silently…
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What It Takes
It takes many small steps to climb a great mountain.It takes many drops of water to fill a great fountain.It takes many tall trees to make a great forest.It takes many strong singers to make a great chorus.It takes many small actions to achieve a great goal.It takes many small pieces to make up a…
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Without
Without tiny steps, large mountains are never climbed.Without preparation, plans are never well timed. Without practice, pursuits are never perfected.Without investigation, truths are never detected. Without participation, goals are left undone.Without cultivation, growth can’t find the sun. Without ideas, problems are never solved.Without forgiveness, hate is never dissolved. Without peace of mind, we are never…
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A Lot of Things
A lot of things that can’t be done only can’t because one hasn’t begun.A lot of things that can’t be done only can’t because it just isn’t fun.A lot of things that can’t be done only can’t because it would cost a ton.A lot of things that can’t be done only can’t because it would…
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Perceptions Over the Phone
Photo by Chivalry Creative on Unsplash After I have a conversation,I often feel a disturbing sensation,Like what I’ve said was misunderstood,Perceived to be rude or not very good,Like whatever I said may have hurt their feelings,Or didn’t come across as socially appealing,Like whatever I said wasn’t what I quite intended,And I need to call back…
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Butterfly
Photo by Dhru J on Unsplash This was a poem that I wrote when I was a young child, and it was my mother’s favorite. And even though you are no longer with us, this is for you Mom! Butterfly, butterfly, in the sky,Tell me, oh tell me, oh tell me whyYou fly so high,…
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Just Try It!
I know you sayWhy should I pray.Just try it! You just might seeHe’ll set you free.Just try it! Free from worry, free from guilt,He’s the rock on which faith was built.Just try it! He may not take hard times away,But He’ll give you strength day by day.Just try it! It doesn’t ever have to beSome…
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I Shall Not Write In Vain
Inspired by my favorite Emily Dickenson poem, VI (If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking) My poems may not always hit the right mark.They may not always create a long-lasting spark.My poems may not always bePerfectly metered, long soliloquys. But if just one of my poems reaches just one earTo lesson a sorrow or…
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Let Go, Let God
Although I’m sometimes sad, I’m not without hope.It doesn’t have to end with a gun or a rope.For I know God loves me and I know He loves you too,So just hang on one more day, that’s all you need to do. Then another and another, until you begin to seeThis too shall soon pass,…
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The Four Unfortuitous Elements of Life
Air refreshesEarth suppliesFire forgesWater purifies Air refreshes: brings life to what was staleEarth supplies: gives nourishment to the frailFire forges: makes things combined strongWater purifies: takes away what doesn’t belong Air refreshesEarth suppliesFire forgesWater purifies Air: to breathe, to cool, to ventilateEarth: to grow, to forage, to recreateFire: to heat, to weld, to lighten the…
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Sedgwick Pie
No matter what you believe to be right,One man had the faith and the foresightTo encircle his family’s graves facing each other,So on Judgement Day, he could again greet his brother.Instead of facing east towards the sun,They were all laid to rest facing loved ones.Concentric circles as each family member did enter,Their toes all pointed…
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A Monument: Pride Or Pain (To Never Forget)
When I pass by itWith pride or pain,I want to always rememberThe victors or slain. To never forgetThe raw history it teaches,The vivid story it tells,The silent lessons it preaches. And though it should neverBe worshiped or idolized,The meaning behind itShould always be analyzed. Whether to remember a wrongWhich should never be repeated,Or to honor…
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Keep Humble Starts Growing
Great things often start from humble beginnings.You may not see its end or collect all its winnings. A mighty oak starts from one humble seed.Saving the world starts from one noble deed. One family’s fortune starts with one lonely laith.One Nation’s providence starts with one act of faith. A brilliant idea starts from one tiny…
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Haiku Hues: Watercolors of Refinement – Pink Refinement
Sweat runs down my face.Not just a walk, but a race,-A cure to find- pace.
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Haiku Hues: Watercolors of Refinement – Purple Refinement
Royal river NileFlowing with the crocodiles.Desert sands for miles.
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Haiku Hues: Watercolors of Refinement – Gold Refinement
Gold rains down on me.I’ve not won the lottery.Sunshine rays are free!
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Haiku Hues: Watercolors of Refinement – Red Refinement
Water falls to cleanse.Scrub away all of my sins.A new life begins.
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Haiku Hues: Watercolors of Refinement – Blue Refinement
Morning tears are shed.Push to make it out of bed,After prayers are said.
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It’s Not My Thing, But It’s Something
If you have a thing that you like to do,Do it with passion even if it’s just for you.Let no one tell you it’s not worth while,As long as it’s something that makes you smile.Let no one tell you that it’s a waste of time,Even if it fails or won’t make one dime.It’s your thing…
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Giving Thanks
We thank you Lord for family and friends.We thank you Lord that your love never ends.We thank you Lord for all you provide.We thank you Lord that you’re on our side.We thank you Lord for each November,A day set aside for us to remember.We thank you Lord, and we prayThat we will be thankful every…
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Turkey, Not Just for Thanksgiving Anymore
Of all the birds, I love to eatThe turkey is my favorite.It really has such scrumptious meat.Oh, how I love to savor it. When I was young, the only timeI ever could enjoy this birdWas ‘round Thanksgiving’s Day to dine,Which really seemed to be absurd. I could eat it every ThursdayNot only on Thanksgiving.If, of…
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Ask And Receive
When I asked You into my life,You wrote Your words upon my heart.When I asked You into my life,That’s when my life did truly start.When I asked You into my life,You remembered my sins no more.When I asked You into my life,You opened up Heaven’s door.If I had never asked You into my life,You would…
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Help Me Make It
I don’t have a poem today. I don’t have very much to say. Just simply this, Lord, I pray, Help me make it through this day. I don’t have a song today. I don’t have very much to say. Maybe tomorrow, Lord, I pray. Help me make it one more day. I do have a…
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Haiku Jr.
Did you knowA shorter haikuIs a Lune? Lunes are three five three.Haikus are five, seven, five.Both are Poetry.
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History or Mystery: Let’s Leave it Be
In response to the Titan submersible expedition which imploded on June 18th, 2023, while exploring the remains of the Titanic, killing all on board. Whatever treasure lies deep under the seaBelongs to the fishes now, let’s leave it be. Let’s not visit the deep simply like it’s a museum,Things buried so deep, we might never…
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Tragedy (Be Careful What You Say)
The sinking of the Titanic: April, 15th, 1912 They said that you would never fail at sea.But, down you sank into the depths of night.So confident, you sailed majestically,Till humble too late, you gave up the fight. But down you sank into the depths of night,Taking with you many innocent lives,Till humble too late, you…
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Blind Mice
Another childhood favorite – written at age 12 Three blind mice went to sit on a tack, One named John and the other named Jack. Barthalomule, the third, was devoured by a bird. The second one, Jack, was devoured by a cat. The first one, John, didn’t get along. So he moved away, all the…
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Can’t Wait
I can’t wait for the dayWhen loves all I see.I can’t wait for the dayWhen everything is free. I can’t wait for the dayWhen there’s nothing to settle.I can’t wait for the dayWhen my legs are not metal. I can’t wait for the dayWhen I have enough timeTo spend forever with youAnd for you to…
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One Day with You
One day, I’d love to walk with youHolding hands, side by side,To run to you from far away,Our bodies to collide. One day, I’d love to stand and hugWithout holding on so tightFor fear of falling, not from wantingTo dance close with you all night. One day, I’d love to freely move,Less work for you…
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A Problem Like Oxford
How do you solve a problem Like Oxford? How do keep his claws Upon the ground? And how do you delay His biting teeth away? How do you have peace When he’s around? How do you solve a problem Like Oxford? How do you keep your bathroom Safe and sound?
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Obsession with Poe
Edgar Allen Poe, man of tragedy,Sadness from childhood to maturity.A life imitated by gripping art;A soul who comes up with The Tell Tale HeartAnd My Beautiful Annabellee. A cat all black and full of mystery,Whimsical, light-hearted, and fancy free,With sharp claws that scratch and tear things apart,With such personality, it would confound Descartes.Edgar Allen Poe…
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The Civil Sonnet
Those gallant men who fought the warWithout real food, reprieve or rest,Who never quit, though tired or sore,Their greatest foe, their greatest test. Brave men in grey, brave men in blue,Good friends who chose a different side;Their way of life was split in two.Their bodies were not all that died. No one should blame the…
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Pay Attention
God works in many wonderful ways If we pay attention. If we don’t, all we might find Is hardship and apprehension.
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By Journey’s End
The journey starts at a tender young ageChanging and progressing with each new stage.Not exactly knowing the way I must go,But knowing each mile will only help me to grow. And though sometimes scary, different than planned,I must change though, I may not understand,Just where this journey is leading me to,But I know it’s something…
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Thankful and Content
I have food in my bellyAnd a roof over my head.I’m not quite healthy,But, I’m not quite dead. When my feet are sore,I love it all the more,Cause I could not evenFeel my feet before. When I feel an acheOr a sharp or dull pain,I know I’m still alive,So I can’t complain. I have friends…
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This Is the Day…Easter
This is the day He rose for meAfter dying on a cross on Calvary.This is the day He rolled away stoneTo show us that we are not all alone. This is the day His task was completeAfter atoning for sin with nailed hands and nailed feet.This is the day all hopelessness was curedBecause of the…
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Little Wish
Another childhood favorite written at age 12. I had a little wishTo own a little fishThat would swishAnd swish and swish.
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This Is The Day…Good Friday
This is the day His hands bled for me.This is the day He was nailed to a tree.This is the day He cried in agony.This is the day that He died for me. This is the day He was buried by men.This is the day that He took away sin.This is the day not all…
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Get Me Through the Day
Show me what to do Lord.Teach me what to say.Make me still and listen,To get me through the day.
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That’s What Love Is
I suffer so that you don’t have to.That’s what love is.I have to help when you suffer.That’s what love is.I go when you need some space.That’s what love is.I come back when you push me away.That’s what love is.I forgive you when you are unkind.That’s what love is.I call you out when you go too…
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Judging Appearances
It is a fear…Being distant and too guardedMight make one seem a bit cold-hearted.But that might not be the caseIf looking closely at their face.They might be saddened or be scared,Not the fact that they’ve not cared.They might be putting up a front-And to be just downright blunt-You shouldn’t judge them solely,Acting all righteous and…
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What If…
What if the Tower of Pisa toppled over?What if somebody painted the White Cliffs of Dover?What if Mona Lisa’s smirk turned into a frown?What if Lady Liberty suddenly sank all the way down? The World would go on; nothing would change.But wouldn’t everything feel just a bit strange. What if the Christ child had never…
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Teddy Bears
In honor of World Bear Day Written at age 12 in the hospital surrounded by my favorite gift, stuffed teddy bears to keep me company. Teddy bears have no cares.Teddy bears make no dares.Teddy bears are often mute.Teddy bears are, oh, so cute. Teddy bears never lie.Teddy bears never die.Teddy bears never hurry.Teddy bears are…
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Peace of Mind
Take nothing for granted,Be humble and kind,Be grateful and helpful,And you’ll have peace of mind.
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Time and Effort
Sometimes things happen in life to teach us important lessons,If we take the time and effort to learn them,They can become our greatest blessings.
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The Townsfolk of McLimerick: Calleen Mc Dugal
The seventeenth in the McLimerick Series Young Calleen McDugal often was frugalWith the chicken that she bought each week.There was only one part she would put in her cart,Not the leg, nor the thigh, but the cheek.
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The Townsfolk of McLimerick: Carly McCurdle
The sixteenth in the McLimerick Series Young Carly McCurdle thought she needed a girdleTo make herself slim at the waste.Her fiancé greatly sighed and just had to confide,Full-figured was more to his taste.
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The Townsfolk of McLimerick: Sean McShamus
Young Sean McShamus was not very famous,But desperately wanted to be.He bought a new camera to show off his stamina,But fright kept on knocking his knees. The fifteenth in the McLimerick Series.
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St. Patrick’s Day Friend
Your name isn’t Patty.Your favorite color isn’t green.You’re not a little leprechaunWhich no one has ever seen. There is no pot of goldFor we can never reach the rainbows end.But the gold that’s in your heartMakes you my dearest friend.
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Don’t Drink and Jig
He danced a dance with vim and vig.The music played throughout the night.An Irishman did dance a jig. Between each round, he’d take a swigOf that good stuff they call white light.He danced his dance with vim and vig. He danced so fast he lost his wig;He drank so much it blurred his sight.An Irishman…
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The Townsfolk of McLimerick: Dotty McCartle
The fourteenth in the McLimerick Series Young Dotty McCartle often would startleWhen fireworks started to boom.While others elated and loudly celebrated,Dotty shut herself up in her room.
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The Townsfolk of McLimerick: Paddy McBain
The thirteenth in the McLimerick Series Old Paddy McBain slowly walked with a caneEverywhere he went throughout town.As a rule of thumb, he always padded his bumJust in case he ever fell down.
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The Townsfolk of McLimerick: Quinn McCrumpet
The twelfth in the McLimerick Series Old Quinn McCrumpet learned to play the trumpet.He played for both pleasure and tip.Playing all Christmas Eve without a reprieve,He was gifted a king size lip.
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The Townsfolk of McLimerick: Winnie McHara
The eleventh in the McLimerick Series Old Winnie McHara proudly wore her tiaraOn her head wherever she went.It wasn’t that royal; it was just made of foilAnd quite often it would become bent.