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Details | Couplet | |

Security Blanket

Security Blanket 

No chance of rain tonight,
No bogeyman, when I turn off the lights.
A phrase I found and adore with the warmth of your security.
You are the reason I attain true maturity.

I love when you lay down next to me,
Like the high tide of the sea,
You move all the warm emotions inside.
My arms are the comfort you use to seek and hide.

Your nestle holds a true rhythm that hums its own song~
Nothing comes close to breaking this precious bond~
A sweet cradle-song only I hear,
You play my grin, without the strings of a puppeteer.

My heartbeat needs its fix and drug,
Your sweet, charming smiles and hug, 
Is all I need to succeed, 
You are, my only creed!

A kiss, I give on your forehead,
Into a poet’s world where your blanket a dulcet lullaby, 
my arms are your bed.

“Goodnight Sweet Child, Sweet Child of Mine!”

By; pd


Details | Free verse | |

Sometimes

Sometimes I am happy, sometimes I am sad.
Sometime I sing, sometimes I stammer

Sometimes I dance on the music of my soul, Sometimes I dance on the fingers of 
one single person
Sometimes I expect so much from others; sometime I myself can’t meet my own 
expectations.

Sometime I make fun of others and feel bad later, sometimes life makes fun of me 
and I smile
Sometime I win and sometimes I lose, sometimes I don’t even understand whether I 
won or lost.
 
Sometimes I laugh as if whole world is with me,
Sometimes I cry as if I am alone wandering in a strange land

Sometimes I give up so easily
Sometimes I work so hard that no one can stop me to achieve what I want

Sometimes I am dynamic person, who wants to change the world,
And sometimes I am a kid who expects anyone to embrace him tightly.

Sometimes I feel happy about the achievement of my enemy
Sometime I feel dejected with my own success.

Sometimes I help others and show them the right path
Sometimes I feel totally helpless and don’t know where to go

Sometimes I ask god to please give my past back
Sometimes I pray to show me the way forward


Life is composed of SOMETIMES and I just flow with that.
U admit or not but you are also sailing on the same boat.
So join me and enjoy it EVERYTIME as SOMETIMES life is very short!


Details | Free verse | |

Dear son

Too big for his britches, too small for his cap
Just the right size for mama's lap
He keeps me in stitches, the things he will say
"Oh let him stay little", I repeatedly pray
A little firecracker with spunk to spare
He walks in the house and strips down bare
Not a single piece of clothing, not even a sock
Demands to be naked, stubborn as a rock 
Bath time is the best if you'r ready for some fun
Not a dry spot on the wall by the time he is done
There is something about that boy that tugs at my heart
An emptiness inside, when we are apart 
His little blonde curls and sweet little face
A perfect little person, thanks to God's glory and grace
I love that he needs me and doesn't want me to leave
Lord knows I need him too, more than I need to breathe


Details | Lyric | |

She's Nobodys Fool On CD

She's a charming love attraction,
Always dresses fit to thrill,
When she's looking for some action,
She's looking for a heart to steal,

And her charming eyes can mesmerize,
The heart of any man,
While her warming smiles can magnetize,
Them right into her hand,

And she's nobodys fool,
She's sexy sweet and cool,
She can charm any man right into her hand,
Then drop them like a fool

And she gets some satisfaction,
When they say her love is cruel,
And her only shown reaction is,
"I'm nobodys fool!"

She can easily charm the devil,
From the heart of any man,
And her way is having several,
Caught up in her hand,

And she's nobodys fool,
She's sexy, sweet and cool,
She can charm any man right into her hand,
Then drop them like a fool,

And her charming eyes can mesmerize,
The heart of any man,
While her warming smiles can magnetize,
Them right into her hand,

She"s a charming love attraction,
Beaming with sex appeal,
When she"s looking for some action,
She's just looking for the thrill,

And she's nobodys fool,
So sexy, sweet and cool,
She can charm any man right into her hand,
Then drop them like a fool,

She's a charming love attraction,
So sexy, sweet and cool,
And she gets some satisfaction,
Being nobodys fool,

And she's nobodys fool,
She's sexy sweet and cool,
She can charm any man right into her hand,
Then drop them like an fool,


Details | I do not know? | |

Good Morning Sweet Angel

Good morning, sweet angel.
I hope your dreams were sweet.
We have a busy day today,
Lots of new friends to meet.
Good morning, sweet angel.
Open those pretty eyes.
Your smile is as sweet
As ten million apple pies.
Good morning, sweet angel.
The birds are startting to cheep.
It's time to wake up now,
And stop counting sheep.


Details | Terzanelle | |

A Mother's Love

Abundant love outpouring like cascading falls A river ever flowing to the earth's widest ocean The most rewarding gift ~ a miracle, God's call An endless adoration, this complete devotion Warm breath of life brought a sweet angel's kiss A river ever flowing to the earth's widest ocean Depths of love, the heart will always replenish Indelible charm in his eyes, special smiles only for me Warm breath of life brought a sweet angel's kiss With a soft lullaby, I rock him on my knee Sunrise brings a new song, my soul dances with him Indelible charm in his eyes, special smiles only for me God has blessed our days, love flooding to time's brim Curiosity, innocence, and dreams ~ a life unfolding Sunrise brings a new song, my soul dances with him The most rewarding gift ~ a miracle, God's call By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February 2, 2012 for Brian Strand's Whatever Again max 16 Third place finish


Details | Rhyme | |

Dolly Shop Around

She's up at the break of dawn,
fixing something good to eat,
singing songs and grooving on,
a day of shopping, that can't be beat,

From there to everywhere,
Dolly has time to spare,
Her buying time, is just to find,
a bargain, or a sale somewhere,

Especially when sweet Dolly...
get to dilly dally around,
gets to shop 'n' be boppin',
all over town,

She'll pick it up at spending time,
a bargain she finds downtown,
and sweet Dolly looks so fine...
so good in her brand new gown!

Sweet Dolly...by golly...
looks so good...she'll blow your mind,
Good golly, sweet Dolly...
finds those bargains every time!

Gee golly, sweet Dolly...
loves to shop around,
Sweet Dolly, by golly...
looks so good in her brand new gown.


Details | Free verse | |

Sweet and Sour Notes

Over and over, the music churned
Burning ears with strains unheard
I'd practice daily for an hour
Prodigy child to be, forever?
Most would say, oh never, never! 
First a sweet note, then a sour
Just a faint resemblance of the way
A composer's notes were meant it to be

First year students play these notes
Some play well.....some who don't
It seems that every novice child...
Builds a base from classical
Must learn, and memorize.. "Fur Elise"
Does Beethoven wince from the grave??


Details | Rhyme | |

Don't Worry Son

Oh how sweet thy aging face
That I see fading into grace
I still recall your loves embrace
As soft as silk and wrapped in lace

Your voice still echos in my ears
Wiping out my deepest fears
Sometimes bringing me to tears
This I'll carry through the years

You brought me up through childhood
Teaching me that life is good
Helping me when ever you could
Like leading me through darkened wood

Even when I'd go to play
And sometimes life would go astray
Everytime I'd call, you'd say...

"Don't worry son"...

And it would all just go away

Oh how sweet thy aging face
That I see fading into grace
No-one in this human race
Could ever take your place

Rockman


Thanks Mom. I miss you.


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Sweet Rap

I'm gonna speak my mind, I'm gonna talk loud.
I want you to come with me, and the rest of your hot crowd.

Excuse-me-ladies, come over, and take a sip.
Please-be-with-me, I'm well equipped in the hips.

I've dreamed of you, since the day I could crawl.
Dropped my jaw, when I saw, y'all, tall, in the hall.

So, sit back, relax, on the bench, I'm the coach.
As I move close, start to make my approach.

When I look in your eyes, I can't explain how I feel.
For real, chill, in your beauty, time sits still.

I would swim the across the seas, just to get one sight.
Of all your beauty, Cutie, and to kiss you goodnight.

Drop, and hop, right over the winning team.
Cause, U without me, is like strawberries, without cream.

Just remember one thing, before my rap quit.
My name is T Rabbit and I'm your number one pick!


Details | Narrative | |

A Sister's wish

"It has to be a girl," she had firmly announced,
My sweet little daughter, always craved for a sister!
So the news of a would-be sibling, did make her glad.
She had jumped and bounced.

"A girl would be perfect, boys are messy,
"I'd play my dolls with her and read princess stories",
Said my daughter, who was all girlie-girlie
She kept things in order, was neat and tidy, even a bit fussy!


She'd shopped for pink blankets, rompers, spoons and forks!
Smart girl that she is, she very well knew
"Babies don't come from hospitals nor gifted from temples
Neither are they dropped by visiting storks!"

She would be there for pregnant momma, a helping hand to lend.
She'd pat the sick mother and soothe her with a touch
Fetch her a glass of water
would not allow her to bend!

"My sis would look like me", so said Sara
Ecstatic she was about the brand new arrival
she promised even her stuff to share!
Found a rhyming name, "I'll call her Aura."

One fine day, mommy gave birth to a son
Hale and hearty, Sweet and chubby.
The family rejoiced but the sister said,
"Its not going to be fun."

"Give him back to the doctor, We won't keep this boy",
She said over the phone and with a frown on her face
She came visiting. Took the baby in her lap,
Saw his Angelic face and was filled with joy.

"He is cuter than any baby in the world can be", said she
Stroking her brother
"His skin is so soft and his fingers so tiny,
Well, we'll take him home, he looks just like me!"


Details | Rispetto | |

Sweet Dreams


My beautiful boy gently sleeps through the night dreaming of far off places I'll never see. Under a hand-knitted blanket soft and white, I quietly watch him breathing peacefully. Sweet lullabies tenderly drift through the air as I kiss his cheek and lightly stroke his hair. My beautiful boy sleeps in the nightlight glow while I dream of a man with a smile I know. My beautiful son with a kind, gentle soul dreaming of adventures to one day unfold. You mended my heart where there once was a hole. I'll shelter you always, you'll never be cold. Sleep my baby sleep while the stars gaze on you as you slumber on train sheets in pale, sky blue. My beautiful son says goodnight to the moon while I dream of a man who has grown too soon. *My little darling, Dylan, is "graduating" from preschool next month. He has taken his cap and gown picture, and seeing the pictures, I can't help but think how he is growing up too soon. I cherish every sweet moment. He is a beautiful child. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders for Children in Rhyme Contest (Francine Roberts) sixth place


Details | I do not know? | |

Sweet Baby Boy

My sweet baby boy,
You’re no where in sight
How my heart aches to hold you,
Kiss you good night
Tell you bedtime stories
Plug in a night light
It’s not fair
So very unfair
How I lost you
I let you down
Please remember mommy loves you
Hates herself
Can’t stand the truth
Mommy doesn’t have you
Doesn’t even know you
Need to find a way
Back to you
Rage my son
My little baby boy
My head held low
Ashamed of what ~ I’ve done
It’s your birthday
2 years today
April 23rd the day you were born
Held you in my arms
Only to let you go
I can’t stand it
Look myself in the mirror
Tears won’t stop
Falling from my eyes
Intense unhappiness
Without you
RAGE ~ my son
Sweet baby boy


Details | Couplet | |

Son Had Been So Sweet

Son Had Been So Sweet

When my son died, it was such a surprise
And many, many teas came to my eyes
How hard I had cried and sad I was
Which is what every loving parent does.

Why would anyone take him from me?
Heaven is a better place where he can be
But still will miss him now that he has gone;
Had discovered he died just after dawn.

Maybe something different I could have done
To take care of and love my dying son
And of all those many things that I did
Were with love and God would not forbid.

He arrived in heaven and was never late
And now for me up there he will wait
At heaven's gate so me he soon can greet;
Here on earth son had been so sweet.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Our youngest son Jamie who died at 
33 years of age on our 39th wedding 
anniversary August 27th, 2005.


Details | Monorhyme | |

Tall and Sweet

My youngest son is twenty two; he stands at six foot three.
I went shopping the other day and saw some soft toys for ninety eight p.
I took one look and picked them up, two of them so sweet and cud-de-ly.
To give to great nieces and nephews, from their favourite great aunty.
My son saw one, “that’s sweet” he said “have you bought that for me?”
The soft sweet polar bear now resides by his side, for all on face book to see.


Details | Free verse | |

My Sweet Baby Boy

Had you for just a month,
Only a month.
Wasn't sure if I was,
It was hard for me to believe.
I was happy when I found out,
Glad I had you.
The Lord showed me what you looked like,
Just like your father.

You would've been tall and strong,
Sweet and kind,
Generous and handsome.
You would've been a great person.

I had you for just a month,
Only a month.
You were my little boy.
The best thing I would've never regret having.

Only a month.
That's the longest I've had you.
Turned out to losing you,
From the stress at home. 

Only a month,
And now your gone.
Gone to be home.
Home up in the sky.

Mommy and daddy loves you.
You'll always be in our heart.

This was written for my unborn son, 
Thomas Michael Bridges.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Mama

Mama
Your son is a liar
He says to someone 
You have the longest
Wave in your smile 
That’s a lie
That’s also a sweet lie 
To describe a sweet love

Mama
Your son is a hustler
He goes in the street 
Stole someone’s heart
And said 
Every kiss  
Has a Mother’s Day

Mama
Your son is ugly 
But his beauty 
Honors your strength 
And your dignity 
He says each star is a
Birth mark 
That makes you
A life creator

Mama 
Your son is homeless 
He says since your death 
He has no place to go
Where can he find 
The warmth of your arms 
Where can he buys   
Some mama’s love

Mama 
Your son has a son
Your love will not perish.  

Anderson Dovilas, in memory of my Lovely Mother and a great Mom.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Visit by the Mother-in-Law

A Visit by the Mother-in-Law

By Elton Camp

My mother-in-law lives in another state
Her annual visits I most intensely hate
For her daughter, I wasn’t good enough
So, from the old crone I get lots of guff

“To Mother you better be nicer this time.
She will regret calling you a ball of slime.”
Unless wife I obey and welcome the grouch,
Then for two weeks, I’ll sleep on the couch

So I did everything that my wife had asked
My welcome of Mom Bea was unsurpassed
I had a vase of flowers waiting in her room
And I was careful as to how dress and groom

I made sure the yard was all mowed and neat
And practiced the best way our guest to greet
Nothing at all must go wrong on this trip
I was determined not to make a single slip

“Come in, Mother Bea, and stay a long while.
Your visits are welcome and make me smile.”
But I will admit that it almost made me gag
To have to talk so sweet to that mean old hag

“Son, I am so glad to learn you feel that way.
I feel ashamed and don’t know what to say.”
I told her that the problems we had had before
I’d see that they never will happen any more

Our four-year-old son from his room came out
To see just what all the friendly talk was about
“Hello there you sweet little dear, Gram is here.
Into this dismal home you do bring such cheer.”

Joey then ran over and climbed up into her lap
Around him, Mother Bea her arms did wrap
Our son looked at me and so loudly he calls
“You’re right, Dad, she smells like mothballs.”


Details | Rhyme | |

Soldier Boy

My son is at war, so far from our home
He left this sweet haven to places unknown
Seeing his face in a photo so near 
Knowing he’ll be gone at least for a year
And the great USA plays games with my head 
As I move like a puppet on a string made of lead
Oh how I wish that damn phone would just ring
Hearing that laugh would make my heart sing
Hoping to catch the sound of his voice
Knowing again that this was his choice
To go off and fight in this far away land 
Was somehow his destiny and part of the plan
My soldier boy

He left in the chill of a brisk winter day
I remember his tears; time whisked him away
And the hug that I gave him was long and it clung
Oh on that day how the bitter wind stung
I felt I was  waging my own war of strife
But the picture was gigantic- larger-than-life
My soldier boy

He wrote me last week and I heard his sweet love
And I thanked once again my God from above
He is safe and he is somehow so remarkably tough
But his words told the truth; he’s had quite enough
And I felt a tear cascade down the side of my cheek
As I remembered his time as a child playing hide’n’go seek 
My soldier boy

He told me his innocence is gone -that he’s seen way too much
And I just longed to hold him and needed his touch
But instead I wrote that I loved him forever
And that his life would someday be hopefully better
I told him to stay safe and ever so strong
And my soul felt a stab as my words moved along
He is always in my mind and deep in my heart
I thanked him again for doing his part
My soldier boy

He’s still a young boy who’s grown up too fast
With the insight and strength he’s had to amass
He’s my pride; he’s my joy
He’s my soldier boy 


 


Details | Ballad | |

The Queen of the Mojave Desert

The old man lived out by the desert, selling postcards and gasoline,
He sold road-maps and Navajo silver, and True West magazine.

And under his Gabby Hays beard beat the heart of a dashing young man;
With arthritic fingers he cleaned off my windshield…he once was a Dapper Dan.

He said “Take care on the desert, carry plenty water to spare—
And look out for mirages that float like a dream—there’s all kinds of dangers out there.

“And you better watch out for that sweet senorita, the travelers all agree…
They call her the Queen of the Mojave Desert…but she once belonged to me,
Yes, she once belonged to me…”

I thought the old man was demented, from too many years in the sun;
But there in his gas station office I noticed a Winchester gun…

And I saw a faded brown photo—a Mexican beauty was she…
Right next to a newspaper clipping…about a murder in 1953…

Then later that night on the desert, my car overheated and died—
And I saw the Queen of the Mojave Desert…with a bullet hole gaping wide!

So I hoofed it on back to the station, ‘left my automobile behind…
And that grizzled gas station attendant, he told me one final time—

“You’d better look out for that sweet senorita, the travelers all agree,
They call her the Queen of the Mojave Desert…but she once belonged to me,
She was unfaithful to me…back in 1953…she was unfaithful to me...”


Details | I do not know? | |

Goodnight Sweet Angel

Good night, sweet angel
And may your dreams be sweet.
I'll tuck you in warm and snug
On your soft flannel sheet.
Good night, sweet angel.
Close your pretty eyes.
Dream dreams of birds and bunnies
Under deep blue skies.
Good night, sweet angel.
Have a peaceful sleep.
We'll meet again tomorrow,
When the birds begin to cheep.


Details | Free verse | |

Lullaby of my native mother

Lullaby of my native mother


Aahraro  Aahraro My dear son
You are born to rule this land
with love and everlasting peace
Aahraro Aahraro My dear love
sleep my son by closing your floral eye lids
to work for this land and to your people
Aahraro Aahraro My Sweet honey
Talk my son to write many new epics
for enriching your mother tongue
Aahraro Aahraro My beloved soul
play my son with lions and tigers 
to fight with the cruels and devils
for establishing the empire of peace
Aahraro Aahraro My rising sun
wake up my son from this bed of poverty
to pave the way to our prosperity
Aahraro Aahraro  My sweet memories
work for peace of this world
to raise this world as heaven
Aahraro Aahraro My dream product
work in the fields as much as possible to you
to eradicate hungry from this world
Aahraro Aahraro now you sleep my son
to realize all these in your life
Now You Sleep my son as a sleeping Ocean


[Aahraro   Is a word Used by our native mothers to make their children to sleep]


Details | Rhyme | |

Let's Duke It Out

I was born in nineteen sixty nine
just off the block and in my prime
now let me introduce you to 
some pertty good friends of mine

Let's start with my uncle Jesse
to me he looks like he's ninety nine
but I love to watch him when he
takes nips from his moonshine 

Here's my owners Bo and Luke 
cousins of a kind just hanging out
with Daisy who looks 
so sweet and so darn fine

But There's some other folks
that just don't like our kind
its those sheriff folks thats
watching the hazzard county line

Starting with their fearless leader Boss Hogg
Who's radioing all the frigging time to
Cooter and Davenport And to that rascal
Rosco P Coltrane who he cannot find

Now my life is such sweet devine
when your jumping in and out of my windows 
while running from those sheriffs from Georgia County line
in my general lee waving a confederate flag thats in it's prime
Honking my horn to a dixie tune of same kind



Tribute To The Dukes Of Hazzard LOL


Also Entry For
Christopher Higgin's 
Get Your Rebel On!


Tho This Poem Is Not About A Person 
Changing My Life But The Time Era Did
And Something About That Show Changed Me
About Opening Your Heart And Home To All


Details | I do not know? | |

Francesco

a wealthy young man ,son of a cloth merchant man!
handsome deep brown eyes and dark brown hair!
singing sweet melodies breathing fresh air!
young and free rich as can be!
living the pleasures of life,
a bachelor not owning a wife,
having it all and searching for more!
 Francesco my brother,my friend,
one day  you were sick on your bed,
low fever banging knocking your head,
you realized all that you wanted
was to run from the life that you led!
removing your embroided gold dress, 
running naked and feeling his bless,
dressing the new you,the humble and true!
gave all to the poor money clothes getting rid of them all!
you felt free,no more a slave of  the  ironed diamond chains!
many women children and men gossiping 
francesco turned mad overnight,a lunatic!
your dad  ashamed of you, son !had to lock you inside!
your mama  understanding  loving and kind ,
your father still angry and blind.
You left from your PALACE, your HOUSE not your HOME!
a FREE SPIRIT ,lord guiding your paths,never alone,
nothing you owned  now except your own soul,
the preeching of gospel was your only goal.
Penance Love and Peace  your daily believes,
living with beggars,curing lepards in streets.
FRANCESCO- the son of a rich wealthy man
running naked peniless giving all your  HEART can!
followers were reaching to you
believing in  OUR ONLY CREATOR and in skies ever blue!
FRANCESCO-building huts by your own working hand
in sweet serene villages sowing seeds,in Assisi your land! 
one an icy cold day  a beautiful woman approaching your way
a blooming flower claire was her name,saint claire is today!
She left all  behind,a girl sharing your dreams!
love peace repantance flowing in streams!
for her you builT a place too,without having a penny or two
 YOU trusted your God,Never decieving you!
 Never ending wine in barrels was providence, always coming through!
Faithful to your  Lord !your father of heaven,
burning desire for your POVERTY MADAM!
to her you were wedded ,all days of your life,
never strayed from her,your precious  POVERTY WIFE!
Hymns and Prayers ,HEART generous ,SOUL kind!
brave soldier in shining armour of lightwisdom in mind!
FRANCESCO A  SAINT , FRANCESCO A SINNER
HIS FEET ON SNAKE'S EARTH , THAT MAKES HIM A WINNER
FRANCESCO my favourite saint
Humble you are but Honoured your name
-------------------------------------------------------charma


Details | Elegy | |

The Last Words

I miss my father everyday,
He is no longer there...
I miss him dearly,
Somedays too hard to bear...

When I envision him at the table,
Or playing his mouth harp,
An instrument on which he was,
Oh so very sharp...

Phantom breezes,
Like memories...
Still flow through cracked windows,
of 100 years ago...
Memories of family gatherings,
No more shall I ever know..
I grow old and frail and wonder,
When will it be my time to go...

Oh, if miracles God could grant,
Based on necessity,
He'd have me No. 1, first on line,
From the need only he and I could see

The last vibrations,
Of his final vocalizations,
Still within my heart,
Will linger until I utter mine,
And at last I, as well, do depart...

One last hurrah,
One last sweet afternoon, 
Having a beer on the porch together,
Listning to Glenn Miller,
Or perhaps one of the Dorseys,
Enjoying just being alive together,
Oh, all the things he taught me,
Family love hard as steel,
Now breaks my heart,
You likely know how I feel

Treasured hours on our porch,
Hearing "American Standards Radio"
Or watching the Yankees, or the Mets,
Just about as sweet as life gets...
The need to converse optional,
We've already shared our own secret beliefs,
Our feelings slowly peeling from our souls,
So there, no words need we share,
Just so glad each is there...
Flying amongst the trade winds,
So pregnant with emotion,
A sense of finality,
Of our love and deep devotion...

People who are no more,
In a place no longer there,
Echoes of time,
And words we did once share...


Something is flying about.....


Details | Lyric | |

COME, I'LL TEACH YOU SWEET LOVE

Come, I'll teach you sweet love;
forget how hard words are,
tremble like a dove...
touch my warm hand and believe in me for certain:
my trust is never ending.


Come, I'll teach you sweet love;
don't hang on useless fear,
look back, see how we really loved.


When joy made us smile,
and we passionately touched
without saying a word...   
as the bright moon stopped awhile,
when all stars brightened the sky.


But tonight darkness stays,
and we despair; and we
lose our faith in destiny.


Our rainbow of yesterday
won't reappear today
with the Heaven above;
come, I'll teach you sweet love.


Entered in John Heck's contest,"Sondheim on Sondheim".
The song is entitled, "No More" from the musical " Into The Woods".


Details | Sonnet | |

The Warm Weaver


Hola, I saw her today with a smile, so sweet and fresh 
like the milk she nourished me. She sat, on the back 
porch, weaving her passion, creating a web of caress,
for this young heart---the black and white pic of a duck.

I sat, not far, watching her eager hands with patience 
of a saint, as she stitched the last image, of her mind;
sometimes, she threw looks at me, perhaps her conscience 
bothered her, for letting me, me alone, pass the time.

‘Cos for her, occasional strong wind howls that bother
is her savoring concern, not wanting this young heart
to live and be clothed by its un-gentleness, but rather  
be warmed by a mantle of love---her passion, her art.

Hola, I saw her today with a smile, so sweet and fresh
like the milk she nourished me, from her own breasts.


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Sleep Well, Dream Sweet, My Little One

Sleep well, dream sweet, my little one, my little one
The stars are shining just for you
On one of them the Sand Man waits
To open up the dreaming gates
and let them flow for you to choose

So close your eyes, my little one, my little one
Think about where you'd like to go
Of what you'll do when you get there
I know there will be fun to share
Let your imagination grow

Good night, sleep tight, my little one, my little one
I'll see you when the night is through
Then you can tell me 'bout your dream
Of all the things that you had seen
And all the places you went to

Sleep well, dream sweet, my little one


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And glory

Sweet, exceedingly sweet the day
Under the shadow of the Rock
No drought comes nor storms disarray
And praises fill the little flock
And glory with the rising sun
And glory praising Christ the son 

Sweet, exceedingly sweet the day
Around God's gladsome mercy seat
The winters done, no passing May
The song triumphant scorns defeat
And glory with the rising sun
And glory praising Christ the son 

Cho.
You know I just want to sing glory
My soul overflows with glory
My heart thank you all in glory
For its coming down, coming down
Copious showers of glory
And before glory bow me down


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' Sweet, Little Man ... ' (Limerick # 3)

             ‘ Sweet, Little Man ’

There Was the Sweetest, Little Man, Named Nate
    Who was so Bald… He got a Headache
      From the Kisses, that were Planted
On His ( 2 Month-Old Head )… He Demanded …
“Why Won’t Mama, Put A Cap On My Pate ?