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These are some of my poems, I hope you enjoy them.
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This little ditty is for the little leaguers,
Whose efforts are definitely not meager,
But they put every effort to remain clean,
When mom’s and coaches seem so mean.
All they want is a little fun,
To play and stay out in the sun.
Just because they sit in the dirt,
Is no reason to say, “I just washed that shirt.”
And just because they’re fooling around,
And miss the ball coming on the ground,
Is no reason for the coach to get mad,
And yell, “After the game you’ve been had.”
They try and try to get the guy out at first,
And afterwards they have such a thirst,
But it’s not their fault they missed the ball,
It’s just that dumb ump and his lousy call,
That the guy was safe and continued to run,
After all coach, “We’re just playing for fun.”
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There were two little girls,
They were born with all the frills.
One was Angel, the other Kristina,
Just as cute as a ballerina.
They grew and I marveled,
Even though at times Amy was frazzled.
Angel grew toward sports,
Kristina toward gentleness.
Angel had deep thoughts,
Kristina showed shyness.
But both are wonderful,
And for them I am very grateful.
Live would be dull with much missing,
Except for the hugging and kissing.
As they grow in this life,
Amidst the trouble and strife,
Of one that hurt them,
And treat them very grim.
They deserve love and affection,
And lots of attention.
Because they’re cute and sweet,
And being with them is a real treat.
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Childhood is a time we love and share,
‘Cause children are a blessing and we care.
The often trials that a child goes through,
We watch and look and go through, too.
Sometimes a child falls and gets hurt,
And often times he tears his shirt,
But we patch him up and off he goes,
And what he gets into, no one knows,
But we love them and cherish everything they do,
Even though their hurts make us blue.
As adults it’s neat with children around,
Because of them our hearts abound,
With many things that a child can do,
But what’s really neat, we do them, too.
It’s those times that our love for life,
Reaches out through endless strife,
And that child inside each one of us,
Comes forth with such a gush,
That if often amazes even ourselves,
When we find ourselves taken down from the shelves.
Then as the twilight of our life ebbs on,
We often revert to the child we were,
And one day and very soon,
Every on thinks that they’re so sure,
That the oldster has turned senile,
And often times they’re really vile.
But the aged one goes back meek and mild,
To that time we cherish, with a mind as a child.
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Like a gift that is given to you,
From your parents when you’re young,
Is special and it’s very easy to show,
The gratitude that’s due.
So it is with the gifts that’s brung,
By your children, and makes you go,
To shout out the news of the gift of love.
But what about the gift from heaven?
That with tremendous love is given,
To each one that walks this earth,
To every human to whom is given birth.
Again, if it is accepted from the Father,
To help us come farther and farther,
To the land that is above.
Jesus came and died on the cross,
For the sins of the world that caused great loss,
To change our lives and set us free,
From the bondage of sin, and to see
Us have a clean slate, and give us a place,
That is freely given by His Amazing Grace.
Oh, won’t you accept that grace from the Father of Love.
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Growing up seems to be a painful time,
We start out in life with nursery rhymes,
But we steadily grow through bottles and spoons,
And then we see that time passes soon.
We start school, with the trials of childhood
And knocks and bruises and knees covered with blood.
Then comes pre-teenage years,
With all its anxiety and fears,
We follow it with seven years of tears,
And through it all with floods and streams
Of doubt and built that comes from
Responsibility with growing comes.
We are treated like and adults and then kids
And sometimes we feel we’re on the skids,
But adolescence is trying us
To see if we can be the best,
That our folks want us to be,
And only then can we really see,
That our folks really loved us, and loved deep,
Whether we were awake or we were asleep,
And soon the time comes to leave the nest,
And like others, our parents lose rest,
Because we don’t understand that love,
That only comes down from above,
But we have the home that we grew up in,
We can see that they gave all for us,
And we know that through thick and thin,
They’ll be there through the rush,
Of time and eternity,
I know because they were there for me.
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Lost and Found
The standard of this world is a mire,
It drags us down to the pit of fire.
Rising above this modern chase
Means not getting caught in the rat race.
Satan has always come along
To assist others to get caught in the throng
Of things and crowds moving away from God
And convincing us all the time that it’s good.
But the emptiness of it all,
Is that we miss the call
To a higher plane that’s full of joy and hope.
Where in the darkness we don’t have to grope
For words of life and songs of praise
As our hearts begin to raise
Us to the standard of God’s desire
Thereby eluding eternal fire.
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Love
Love comes in many packages,
Some old, some young, some in-between ages,
Some large, some small,
Some fat, some tall,
Some skinny, some short,
But love comes in all sorts.
However, when all is said and done,
The best comes from just one,
The one that holds you,
The one that cheers when you’re blue,
The one whose love sings,
And has no strings,
But love in return,
For the heart that churns.
The best that’s been found,
Is a girl with both feet on the ground.
The one I want to be around,
All the time. And though time may round,
I want to spend my life with her,
And all my times to share,
Until life for me is over and done,
It’s Judy, she’s the one.
May I spend forever in her arms,
And adore all her charms,
For love is ours,
And my long be the hours,
That keep us together,
Even forever.
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Peace Through Christ
One day, as through life I went,
I came to a realization of time spent.
Wasted years and foolish gestures,
Strife and meaningless measures.
It was then I realized that I was alone,
Among lots of people, but singled out,
Among the numbers only one,
And lost, just simply shut I out.
It came to me, that life must mean more,
Than going to school, or work, or movement,
More than arguing, or keeping score,
More than death and bereavement.
What was I missing, I could not see,
What, oh what could it be?
It was then, that in my heart
A small voice spoke to me,
And said I should be a part,
Of a new world that would be,
And all I had to do was open a door,
And let Jesus in to me,
And he would give me peace like never before,
And keep me all through eternity,
And take me with him to the peaceful shore,
Where I could stay and never part,
But I had to open the door to my heart.
I knew I was lost and hell bound,
And that from the devil I needed to come around,
And leave him far behind that Jesus may reign,
Over my sin. So I opened the door and let him in.
From me he has never left, although I disappoint Him,
He saved me forever, and may everything sing praises to Him.
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Stress
Whenever stress comes your way,
And just seems to stay,
You must turn to a higher power,
And let God be your strong and mighty tower.
Whenever stress comes along,
And you’re just not too strong,
Learn on Jesus to lean,
And from his strength to glean.
Stress can tear and pull and drag you down,
And can depress so that you can’t laugh at a clown.
But Jesus brings great relief,
Stops the tears and ends the grief.
When a family is torn by stress,
Then nothing less,
Can lift you like the Lord,
As you lean upon his Word.
Life can many cruelties bring,
But only on God can we cling,
For he not only cares,
But all our sorrows shares,
And lights the way,
To his glorious day.
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A Darker Poem
Untimely Death
When life is no longer worth living,
And there is nothing left in giving,
The only ones you love, not longer care,
And you’ve given all you’ve got to share,
It’s time to throw in the towel, and meet the maker,
Death is quick and sure, and the maker
Can solve all the problems that have been,
So that they can no longer be seen.
I can’t take any more of seeing
The one I love being hurt,
And each one prodding instead of seeing,
The uncaring on their part,
And the stabbing of the heart
By words and deeds,
But give no heed
To the harm done
By many a one.
I must not see
Or I cannot be
Alive anymore.
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Somber Thought
Love can cause our lives to turn around. And, sometimes, the happiness of others can become
the most important thing in our lives. When we reach out to meet this happiness and grasp hold of it,
we often hurt those we intended to make happy. Such is the case of my life. From my beginning, I
have sought to bring joy and happiness into the lives of others, but with my usual flare, I usually
botch it. |
