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Rainbow Promise Poem
If a little bird should say:
You're Boring, Cheerless
But do everything you've got to,
Should you Answer or Reply?
For its not what that "bird" says,
But what God said for you to do,
He will show the way.
Use his Word as a Lamp for your feet,
As you journey along the way.
He knows where He's leading you
Just trust him and obey!
Placed here on earth at a Particular Time
and on a Specific Date;
With a destiny that's Unique to only you.
Born at a time when you could be
most useful,
For you wouldn't fit into past history.
So be ALL in this time you're in
To go down into real-time history of now;
As the Lord chooses to make use of you.
You may not be famous 'cause its not
your role,
But do tasks as God would have you do.
With Inspired imagination, finding ways
To help others, letting them know that
He is real.
Use what gifts he has implanted upon you.
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I would say, Poetry is an art in verse.
From deep inside the Poet brings out
Revelations of self, nature, life.
Poet, Poetess - skilled writers in verse,
Paint for us imagery of abstract thoughts,
An art that can "move" us to the core.
We "see" what they write and reflect
On images conjured up in thought,
A master-piece created for lovers of the
craft!
Craftily, pages come alive with expressions
That emotionally move and sway,
Removing the unwanted yesterdays leaving
only the now.
The Poet captures and engages the minds of
the audience,
Whether from the platform or silently reading,
Spoken or written words echo in the stillness
of the air!
Poems can ignite passion, calm the soul, create
Thoughts and provoke eloquence in speech,
Which awakens the "sleeping" soul as the orator
reads.
Bursting with passion from within,
Love stories come alive and, O,
Climax slowly like crashing waves
dissolve upon the shore.
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Stop!
Not now.
Receding.
Won't go further!
All of yesterday's False inclinations.
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Rapping has no Ethnicity be ye
Greek, Jew, Afro, White, Hispanic,
Chinese, Japanese, Other.
Yo man, go rap out the Soul.
Tell your story, cuss the enemy
In ways they can't understand.
These are the times when you
Get on the Move to Groove into
Real-time electronic technology!
Don't just go boom, boom, boom;
What the Hell is that?
Teach the Young dignity, respect
for others too.
Yacoo, Yacoo, a da da da, uh huh,
My child can't learn nothing from
That, so teach, preach, inform!
I like the beat, rhythm, mix turns
And twists;
But for heaven's sake let me learn
From your choice of words, how to
Live in this World of ours!
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Rainbow Promise Poem
If perfect means flawless, then a Perfect World
is flawless too.
Persons would have to be the same
Frame of mind to have a Perfect World.
So that good things may circle around,
A Perfect World should exist in Collectivism;
Sharing All Things selflessly with wisdom.
Is this perfect enough for you?
I have a trade, you have one too,
Each one complementing the other.
Like in a Jewish neighborhood -
Brother sells this, Sister that,
Get those from Auntie, Uncle paints well.
Cousin does the printing, Grandma makes
pastries,
And Neighbor sells books and magazines.
In a Perfect World, there'd be one set of Investors
Vying for the best rates for us.
Bankers would raise Interest Rates,
And offer Bonuses for our monies they invest.
Taxes would not be Garnished for silly non-payments,
And Tuition for schooling made more affordable.
There'd be no Pilot Research Studies for
non-existing disease!
But what do you believe is the idea of man's
Perfect World?
No illness but happiness and laughing with all.
Going on vacation, dwelling among sincere friends,
Great romances, healthy children, cars and a house.
Pretty flowers, waterfalls, shrubs and trees in a field.
Making a lot of money but hardly working.
Worshipping and praising the Lord without deceit.
Lord, quickly bring a flawless world for PEACE everlastingly!
Poem Title: In A Perfect World
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey
Date Due: March 7th, 2016.
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T~ransforming the minds of students in an
E~ducative and transitional way, which leads to,
A~cademic heights for future rolls, they being
C~reative, imaginative, flexible to be taught.
H~highlighting tomorrow’s technological pursuits by
E~volving and developing curriculum as needed “tools”,
R~esearching new methods to teach these youths, so that
S~cholarships, written theses and doctor's dissertations, could
be the result from their arduous work.
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Telling tales or stories is a favourable pasttime;
But using pictures to tell stories of past and present,
Yours remind me of days back in time,
Would not be all very recent,
Last ones of grateful recline
To golden years so sublime.
You had an cheerful smile.
Mother, telling your picture stories is an action dramatized,
Which recaptured scenes that were prime,
In a form that's not traumatized,
For they were really scenes to refine.
As they take us down Memory Lane with smiles.
Sometimes showing struggling miles,
After daddy died so young!
Reading stories that your pictures "tell",
Are what we say about you Mother dear,
Which give rise to connections they make so swell.
Stories about each picture about every year.
While we look at those pictures and intently so,
For each one has knowledgeble facts to share more;
God bless you dear Mother.
Pictures of events and happengings way back,
Resulting in many flash-backs.
As we children and grandchildren search through your albums
Of yesterday and "today" not glum.
O how you loved posing!
These scenes led to now closing
The last energetic scenic furlongs!
Various scenes depict for offspring to capture,
All avail with much lusture.
As Nurse Midwife, you freely responded to help and assist,
Even during the wee hours, goodwill would persist!
Perhaps nearly one thousand babies you delivered
In rural clinics, only calling a physician if cases get bewildered.
Some now have children of their own.
You smile in every picture so very relaxed,
Pictures of you at work at "play"
Satified and contented, pose not being taxed.
So many we could dearly say.
Without these we may not reflect
On things we did together without neglect.
Such as time at Sunday School Outings.
Pictures of your babies at "Carnation Contests"
Pictures of a group , nephew included, of seven
That expressed your prideful requests.
Children saying "cheese" teeth all even.
Later these pictures mature showin school-age
Children, born within a span of nine years,
Two years or less apart in some instances.
Then married pictures, young ones attending,
You wore Pink for girls and blue for boys;
An unwritten traditional rule.
Long white trains lined with blue tule.
After came pictures of the grandchildren
Paying less attention to us children.
Caring for them as tenderly as you did us.
Soon the album was of their graduations,
New Grads of various specialties in healthcare,
Giving gifts to them with much appreciation.
A service that you began for other's welfare.
You gave advice and and helped where you could;
Was of strong will and endeavored to mold
Helped your offspring, relatives, friends to battle.
At over eighty one still trusted your judgement,
A dear old soul with memories to forever remember,
You could save bit by bit to make a payment.
Took lessons, then bought a car past 60 so tender!
Your Service to Society remains well known!
For you even challenged the unknown.
Twice you were able begin from scratch like Job in our struggles.
What are you thinking now my mother?
Now its time for the offspring young and old,
You're now in the toughest of all others.
To remember your part you had done for their souls!
Fifteen grandchildren and nine greatgrands.
During children each generation must have thought you something;
You gave each one of the seven, his or her own song to trust.
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Definition of: Rhyme Royal
A type of poetry consisting of seven lines, usually in iambic pentameter.
The rhyme scheme is a-b-a-b-b-c-c. In practice, the stanza can be constructed either as a tercet and two couplets (a-b-a, b-b, c-c) or a quatrain and a tercet (a-b-a-b, b-c-c). This allows for a good deal of variety, especially when the form is used for longer narrative poems and along with the couplet, it was the standard narrative metre in the late Middle Ages.
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Rainbow Promise Poem
TODAY'S FAMILY
Humans are of One kind,
Homo Sapiens, Human beings.
They do no Run as a Pack
As other beings do.
They move as Families
On this dear earth
And are in Categories,
That tell some Stories!
Some chose to be in forms,
Old, New and Very New:
Traditional - one mother, father and children.
Blended - one mother, father,: children birth and or adopted.
Step-family: mother and father had children before; mother or father has children.
Spiritual:Practice the same Faith, related in Spirit or belief
Same-sex: two mas or two pas.
But families could also be Related,
To other families in any of these ways:
Aunts, Cousins, , Grandfathers, Grandmothers, Uncles,
Neighbors, Friends, Spiritual Brother, Spiritual Sister.
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Like babies do, I crawled along the "path of life",
Then "toddled" my way without much strife.
Walking now upon stronger limbs,
Many adventures reeled in like films.
I bit, I tasted, I tore, I scribbled, I banged
On everything that would twang.
Then when at three I prattled a lot,
They could hardly keep up with me as a Tot.
Then one day reality struck, a new baby showed up
At our home, where did you get “it”, I asked Mommy?
I racked my brain: from the stork, mommy's tummy?
Excitedly, it seemed they barely "saw" me and I repeatedly ask;
Do you still love me? I,m still just little ole me!
At four I was able to Reason more, understanding
Grown folks folklore - Who are my cousins allowed into
Talks like 'Behave in Church, sit up will you"
And don't put parents in the lurch!
Grown folks work but never have money,
Put that back please,will you honey?
They say "Don't talk to strangers" but
Strike up conversations with those they just met.
More milestones to go along this winding path,
Five, six, seven, eight, can't wait as year by year I develop
And grow, to panth along between home, school activities, on
iphones and mobile phones for indoor games and such.
Some Thoughts actually voiced by the Tot.
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Aye, let me say
It's not what ya think bout me,
For I'll always be that, just me!
Holler if ya want to,
I'm not listening,
For I'm not tuned in!
Turn up the volume all ya want to,
I still don't feel the lousy heat,
I'm over you, over that too!
Want to tell me a story
All about me?
I know me well and I do ME well.
What else to add to your false alarm,
Like a clock going off
When it's not supposed to?
What do you gain from your strife?
Does it make you into a hero,
Locked in like a club sandwich?
How large is your bite
Shedding dirt like a mite,
Pieces flying all over - air, land and sea?
You got that right, It's not what ya say
And it's not what ya do;
Hurting is the name of your Game!
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