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Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.



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Michael Lee Johnson 60143-1542 PO Box 486, Itasca, IL 60143 Ph/Fax (630) 467-1332/30 E-mail: promomanusa@gmail.com Or: poetryman@walla.com (If you see any typo’s please let me know) Tiny Sparrow Feet By Michael Lee Johnson It’s calm. Too quiet. My clear plastic bowl serves as my bird feeder. I don’t hear the distant scratching, shuffling of tiny sparrow feet, the wing dances, fluttering, of a hungry morning’s lack of the big band sounds. I walk tentatively to my patio window, spy the balcony with detective sensitive eyes. I witness three newly hatched toddler sparrows, curved nails, mounted deep, in their mother’s dead, decaying back. Their childish beaks bent over elongated, delicately, into golden chips, and dusted yellow corn. -2007- In the Garden Where the Flowers Grow (Photo available on request- Ecphrasis) By Michael Lee Johnson I’m going to take Islam where their God has not been before- to the garden of Jesus, olive oil presses, Gethsemane-- trees, flowers, fruits, vegetables didn’t poison anyone there. Passion was sweat on the ground and brow. There weren’t darts of hate, misconception or terrorism; children on their knees five times a day brainwashed to hate. Christ didn’t lead them astray nor make them pagan pink. There is no God apart from Allah, and Mohammed is the Prophet, but it’s Jesus who makes the garden grow with or without water. Then and now the apples grow in my garden of forgiveness. Figs trees grow far away where I can’t reach them but believe in them. Like the Tamarisk tree, Christ is a source of honey, manna and wafer, a taste so sweet in the desert so dry. You don’t have to be a scholar to write poetry, religion, or understand the Eucharist; but you need to be a real saint to know the difference. Islam, is Judas Iscariot among your converts nose pointed toward Mecca today? I’m going to take Islam where their God has not been before- to the garden where the flowers grow. -2007-
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