Easter is glorious day,
Not only to enjoy,
The candy and Easter egg hunt,
But a day,
In the Lord's resurrection,
Where He gave us,
To save us from our sins,
Which we all should remember,
Each and everyday,
Of our precious lives,
In this world,
That His Father created,
For us all to live,
And gave us a choice,
Between right from wrong,
Which is not always easy,
But if we always turn,
To the Father and the Son,
We will always find,
Them by our side,
Carrying us along the way.
Copyright © John Hembree | Year Posted 2014
The wave of sleep washed my up on the bleak shore of the awake
half remembered dreams vanished and left behind a blank canvas.
I was alone with the grey mass of viscosity framed by boredom.
and I had no whisky or cigarettes to hide behind in my elderliness
pleasures long gone….The futures didn´t reveal itself saw I´, not
a seer, the past was an endless series of failure and I could not
recall anything in my life that had given me pleasure of lasting
kind it had all been so erratic, laughter mingled with contempt
of a circus clown with red nose.
looked out of the window and the sleeping town I noticed some
windows had light, and the 24 hour petrol station was open
they sold cigarette and booze too, put were out of happiness
and peace of mind packed in healthy disposable green bags.
Switched on the TV, Russia had occupied itself and people there
were jubilant; and they were looking for a plane that fell from
the sky a week ago, the world changes but slowly.
Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2014
once upon a time
on Easter Eve
while it was not just dark yet
I saw something out my front window
at the corner of my eye
to my surprise
it was a big fluffy white Easter bunny
hopping up my long drive.
oh wow" I said "
as I watched 5 baby bunny's
hopping way a head
placing different colored eggs
here and there
in my front yard.
As I smiled to my self
and thought if I could take a picture
because no one will believe me ,
that the Easter bunny here sitting under
my big black walnut tree.
it was not long before all 6 of the bunny's
in a blink of a eye
but to my surprised
The bigger fluffy white bunny placed a
tall cross in front my yard.
Once upon a time
people started telling children a
Easter story of all time
but it was really about God as the Bible
Jesus rose for our sins
even though people thought he had dead.
At that cross I fell on my knees that the
bunny left for me ,
I weep' and asked God to forgive my sins
as more tears rolled down and fell
off my chin.
See what God can do?
God always there for all of us
but in him you must put your trust.
So I hope you enjoyed this Easter time tail
because I am not sure I told it very well? lol
Copyright © SHARLOTTE NEWAN | Year Posted 2015
Its Easter time for family and friends,
Joy and laughter goes on to no end.
The big Easter hunt will soon be here,
Kids are all happy to know that its near.
Its a special time in most parents life,
To have their kids around them,its an awesome sight.
They will search the house up side down,
To find the most Easter eggs, and wear the crown.
I found the most ,one kid will say,
So i wear the crown ,through out this day.
Not all Easters turn out like we plan,
For one kid is lost,like a grain of sand.
As parents we try and deal with this lost,
Of one kid not here,and the trials it has cost.
We pray that God will look after her, in her struggle to see,
How things went wrong , between her and me.
If i could turn back time ,and right the wrong,
Make things better,grow love that strong.
Pay more attention to their wants and needs,
Help them through trouble times, is where i should be.
Easter comes but once a year,
It should be the time of love and not of fear.
Trying to see things through her eyes,
Makes me feel sad, for i know she tries.
Copyright © Alan Fitz | Year Posted 2008
Sweetheart when I met you
I know I would adore
The wondrous thing about you
You owned a liquor store
It wasn't the blue tint in your eyes
Or your heart that beats so dear
I knew right at that moment
You stocked my favorite beer
It wasn't your hair so chestnut red
Or how we lived in sin
The simple reason was, my love
You stocked my favorite gin
It wasn't the sexy look you gave to me
Or your angel face so fine
It simply was, my darling girl
You stocked my favorite wine
It wasn't your generous bosom
With your size double D in cups
It merely was the delightful fact
You stocked my favorite Snupps
It wasn't the ruby red of your lips
And the way you kiss so dandy
My love, it certainly had to be
You stocked my favorite Brandy
So on this day of Valentine
Please read this little tale
And don't forget at Easter time
To stock my favorite ale
Copyright © valerie bellefleur | Year Posted 2008