he was an ironist
hardened with pitiless cruelty and crudeness
she is a sculptress
shapeless assuming his spite
you will never shrink from this breakthrough
put your enthusiasm into that schedule
sanitise the musculus
decode her ordination
to squarely vex their corruptness
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 1–5, 2026)
Contrary to our nature
Self centred wavers it.
If so induced to save, support
Tis by a good spirit.
As when my own bashfulness
Girl, brave voiced stood up to.
If so enticed by your angel?
That lost-looking child, you!
Fathers Day 2006
By: Tom Wright
6/19/2006
Why would I want to see you play?
You broke what!
We don’t have money to spend on Doctors,
You hear me boy!
School is to learn,
Not to play football
Do your homework and get to bed,
Tomorrow is another day
You hear me boy!
Another game is over
So Lick your wounds and go home.
Don’t go where teens congregate
It would cost something,
And money doesn’t grow on trees.
You hear me boy!
God made me a success
Not because of, but In spite of, your example,
I’ve only a mixed up head to show.
Love and recognition was all I ever needed
Even now your memory haunts me.
You hear me dad!
Easter 2006
Birth, Death, Resurrection, & Today
Written: By Tom Wright
4-14-2006
Because God in his wisdom did foreknow
That man would never be able
He sent His son Jesus to dwell on earth
Being born of the Virgin Mary in a stable
God then so willed that this same Jesus
Would give His life’s blood on Calvary’s tree
Though He knew no sin, he took the sin of man
And suffered the cross for you and me
From the Cross, he was carried to a borrowed tomb
Where He was laid out in grave clothes
But the tomb’s rolled stone couldn’t hold him
And three days hence, My Savior Arose!
So today you can hide your colored eggs
And have Chocolate bunnies without breath
But remember, it was Jesus’ resurrection
That gave you hope beyond physical death
Independence Day 2006
By: Tom Wright
7/5/2006
Our country’s birthday has arrived
And once again at war our heroes toil.
Our nations brave once more has been summoned
To lay down boot prints on foreign soil;
They serve in air, on land, and sea
Their time becoming memories wrapped in sand;
The sacrifices made let us never forget
Nor that God sheds his grace on our great land.
Our freedom has always rested on bodies of the willing
Their sacrifices guarantees to all religious right;
Even those who would do harm to us are free
To burn our flag in protest or flaunt America’s might;
Vacation Bible School 2006
A Child’s Eyes
By
Tom Wright
Each time we peer
Into the eyes of a child there’s a choice
We can walk away or become involved.
For behind each child’s colored windows
Lay the answers to future problems unsolved.
Their innocence
Directs the eye’s communiqué.
Unwitting children needing Godly training,
A vehicle of choice is Vacation Bible School
Lessons there learned, could be life sustaining,
There is Jumping Juniper
And eye dilating Bible stories to hear.
To a young child, Bible School is one big deal.
With crafts, prizes, cookies and ice cream cones
Or wearing a cool aid mustache as they run and squeal,
Lord, let each participant
Summon from within, Patience,
Acting not malicious or being in too great haste.
But make them as sponges to soak up your teachings*
For the minds of precocious children we dare not waste.
*Train up a child in the way he should go:
And when he is old, he will not depart from it.
Proverbs 22:6
40 Years 2006
I went to a dance one night
in the Fall of ‘64
and danced with your friend for awhile
and than I saw you at first glance
with that Leslie Caron smile
we met and you spoke of Colombia
your native land then I took your hand
and we danced on and on
for many suns and many moons
children came in days of wine and brine
and here I am a vintage Ralph
so much for wear
who still loves you and will always care
and life has shown as we continue to fill
the time we have left living on the edge
to celebrate that occasional thread
of luck of money or joy
and that makes everything right
for who knows what occurs on the morrow
to wait for that chance
to dance again
So sorry, Pluto! You cannot be deemed
“ninth planet” anymore because there’s been
a redefining that eliminates
you from the list of planets. Since you’re kin
to the remaining eight, you will be called
“dwarf planet.” This downsizing of the list
must be a blow to your esteem. Please know
some people will be shocked, and you’ll be missed!
You’re really little, smaller than some moons!
There’s no choice; you must be reclassified.
So much has changed since your discovery
in nineteen-thirty. Science can’t abide
your presence on a list where you just don’t
belong! It’s sad to strike so hard a blow
on one far from the sun and always dark.
Your time is up. Now, off that list you go!
information from nineplanets.org and solarsystem.nasa.gov/planets/Pluto
Date: October 8, 2017
Contest Title: The Cosmos
Sponsor: Thvia Shetley
When I wrote and posted my poem about nightmares earlier I had totally forgotten about the following poem. I found it today going through a box of books. It's more of a brevity piece. Although at the time I wouldn't have known to call it that. Thought some might like to see my earlier take on the subject.
Nightmares
Jaws clenched.
Muscles tense.
Afraid to sleep.
Afraid to dream.
Pursuit. I am hiding.
He's searched everywhere.
Methodically.
Except...
Here he comes.
Shudder.
Awake.
Tears.
Afraid to sleep.
Afraid to dream.
Yes George! There is a Santa Claus!
The troops want out.
But you want to pout.
With your nose in the air.
A great big snout.
The war in Iraq.
We know it is past.
We know it is past.
But you want to laugh.
You don't have to lie.
You should actually cry.
Yes George! There is a Santa Claus!
Many have died.
While many have cried.
It's time to pull out.
It's time to go home.
The end of the war.
The end of a sore nose.
So lower your great big snout.
Because it is definitely.
Seriously, time to get out..
End Of War-Poem-By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2006,2015..ALL rights reserved..
Note-Poem was actually written on Dec 05,2006:
(Only 2-years before George W.Bush left the White House) :
Bubble up from the cauldrons huddled
I scoot taglines that bag dimes
On a new Federal currency
Cannibus merchants will see
We come petticoats
From the revolution coast to coast
Riddling on a fiddle
Daring to bunk tea in the captains meridian
Im ready to mix
With banshees, warlocks
And our mother empress
You can't touch the immaterial goods
Making paper requires no wood
Just love for brotherhood
Spells to roll past
The slogans and lightning rod
Obsidian since the helicopter clip
Dragging dungeons with social misfits
Mobile home 2006 grab a reason to live
CHRISTMAS
Christmas day began
With a child of virgin birth
When Jesus, our Lord and Savior,
Came to dwell on earth
This is a time we celebrate
And thank our God above
For Sending His Son to save the world
Through His marvelous gift of love
Now, there are those who would take away
The reason for the season
And have us proclaim Happy Holidays
Instead of Merry Christmas
Let's hope that this is just a fad
Something that will not last
And make each year become so sad
With the ghost of Christmas past
Rejoice, I say, and be filled with cheer
Proclaim His Royal Birth
Spread glad tidings far and near
And pray for peace on earth
Keep Christ a part of Christmas
He's the reason we celebrate
Emmanuel, God with us
His Birth was oh so great
So don't allow this lowly few
To take Christ away from us
Instead, proclaim His love anew
And make this a Merry Christmas
Curtis Moorman
December 2006
The ground is turning
and I'm still yearning
and I all I want is you
and I hope you want me too
I'm still wishing
soon maybe I'll be done fishing
Cause you'll be
that right fish in the sea
Gone, all gone,
Are these, those things.
That I took ownership,
Lay with love and hope.
My bricks and windows.
Those 'men' of the board,
They lay their wood,
and said:
''No more''.
Property of mine,
Each crumb made, warmly placed.
Each smudge of cement.
Each crevice;
A thought, moment,dream.
Destroyed, broken.
One single blow.
Oops a daisy,
All gone!
Snow, snow and more snow,
when will you stop,
of the flakes you do drop.
The blizzard of 2006,
so much snow has fell
many people stranded and in a fix.
Here in Denver stuck in traffic
slipping and sliding, oh so slick
if I have a wreck how tragic.
Closed highways, people stranded
this is one storm, not to forget,
finally at home, here we have landed.
wrote 12-20-06 by the next morning Denver had 29 inches on the ground and it had drifted even more, it was one of the worse storms in their history.
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