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Details | Prose Poetry |

So sad..Hopping in and Out of one' s life....

It's Peter Rabbit for Pete's" sake...

He comes by each and every year...

For this they say we should fear ?

Just to share a Spring holiday ?...

He's a horrid creature, so they say...

He has big ears and a cotton tail...

And sometimes he even carries a pail..

Full of candy, and colorful decorated eggs...

This day is between Valentine hearts , and Green Beer kegs....

He's rarely ever seen...

And has never ever been mean...

So why are all these American States...

Having all these holiday debates ?..

I await my basket filled with a chocolate kiss..

I only hope his picture does not end up on...

The Post Office " 10 most wanted list "...




Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2014




Details | Light Poetry |
I have a ridiculously large head, I think I’d opt for a smaller one instead. Oh, sure, you say that it suits me fine, That’s because yours isn’t near as big as mine. I bet that it weights at least thirty pounds, It looks even bigger than it sounds. When I lay it down on my waterbed, A tsunami rises so my wife has said. When I go to try on winter hats, The clerk gives me ones with ventilation slats, That way when it’s not on sitting my dome, It can be used as a guest room for my home. My giant head is entirely too big, Someday archeologists will venture on dig, They’ll think that I came from the highland, On the west end of Easter Island. Little kids stare up at my noggin, They think it could be used for a toboggan. Or a shed to hold random hodgepodge, That clutters things up in their dad’s garage. Don’t tell me that it’s due to my intellect, It makes your judgment sound suspect. It’s because my brain is fashioned like a brick, And my skull is so very, very thick.

Copyright © Tony Lane | Year Posted 2011

Details | Light Poetry |
His goal

our soul

Copyright © Robin L. Gass | Year Posted 2009




Details | Light Poetry |
I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.

Copyright © VICTOR BUN | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |
 

    Eggs are white - a little chubby chicken is yellow 
    Easter egg - chock full of colorful candy
    Sticky red sugar lips give you a sweet kiss
    Old snow spots melts on the ground 
    Dandelion scatters gold in the trenches 
    Easter bunny jumping out from nowhere 
    with chocolate spots on the white fluffy coat 
    Crocus and daffodils showing us spring with joy 
    Life sparking - reigniting 
    Small buds unfold and dances in the spring sun






    - Happy Easter - Enjoy Spring :)


    15.04.2014
    A-L Andresen :)

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
Dragon's back! It’s Easter Time and, Yes; we’re going to church today...
Right after the Easter Egg Hunt. Ostrich eggs were perfect, for Dragon, I say… 
The Trolls worked at painting them, all night. They wanted them perfect., for sure.
Psychedelic colors seemed to reign supreme. Yes… with lots of crazy bling! De Jure!

Grandpa Troll’s carrying the BIG basket that his penguins decorated in ribbons strung!
His penguins got to go on the egg hunt, too It’s their first, but each picked, only one.
They couldn't understand eating eggs so we gave them chicks, that will hatch, so…
It’s off to church we go, cowboy best for the penguins, tending their eggs as they go.

Dragon has his 'Dragon Hood' cape with yellow bib overalls, totally covered in bling!
Beside himself, till we said he could go. Now he's jumping up and down, as he sings!
He's going to church, for he needs all the help he can get, along the way, true.
We're trying to instill, ‘What Would Jesus Do’. Strengthen his character ideas, too. 

But HE thinks he's already a STRONG character, and it's given him great success! 
Don't think he understood, what strength of character means, so his soul, God Bless! 
So what's next, he ask?... Gee! Taking the kitty down from the curtains would be nice. 
You SCARED her there! Remember! When you jumped up and down, once or twice!

NO! You can't burn the curtains to get her down! Gee! I think he’s MISSING the point!
She’s going to church to light a candle for you… to help you find… a better viewpoint.
Remember, in life… Make love not War. Make Friends! After all… What would Jesus Do?
Kitty is TOO important! I'll read you a fable 'The Lion and the Mouse', after Church, too. 

No! He didn't squish the mouse! Sigh! Think harder… THINK! WHAT WOULD JESUS DO! 
Hope it's an up hill battle. More likely he'll fly over this hill, between, just me and you! 
He LOVES church and after his last visit, they rebuilt the church, which was… assured!
They built our group our own SPECIAL section… Of that, you can definitely, be sure! 

The church thought, for a very long time, but with a sigh, they knew…WWJD?!!!
Then prayed some more as they cried, at the thought, of what Dragon could do…
In the end, they built a fireproof room, for no matter what they though, to be true…
They knew Dragon is Gods little lost lamb and that’s just “What Jesus Would DO!’
Happy Easter to You!

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |


From murders and mysteries

Fantastic fireworks

Easter eggs are an important part of Easter tradition

We decorate eggs with beautiful colors

Creating many of chocolate and yellow marzipan

Filling them with lots of sweet candy

Hiding them, high and low

The egg symbolizes new life

A creative force ~ a fertility symbol












HAPPY EASTER :)
20.03.2016
A-L Andresen :)

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
Ever wonder, the sort of things that Dragon and Hubby do when together?
Well never fear, I’m here to explain a Spring Day routine in good weather.
Easter was upon us, as they worked out in the sun, getting the yard, so ready.
Yes, for the Easter Bunny to come, and to make the wee ones, oh, so happy.
First they had to make the area, so perfect, for the Grand Easter Egg Hunt. 
That means those pesky little moles will simply, have to get out of Dodge.

Working together, Hubby opened up a mole hole and hollered, fire in the hole.
Dragon puffed hot air into the hole, as moles popped out from… everywhere.
Oh, bye the bye, they weren’t singed, for Dragon blew only hot air, my friend.
Then Hubby collected them quickly in a basket to take them to a better home.
Somewhere else, far… far… away, where scampering children will not roam.
Here, everyone stomped the molehills down, so none, could fall over or within.

Then, Hubby let Dear sweet Dragon, use the leaf blower to pile the gumballs.
You know, those spikey, golf ball size things, with sharp edges all around.
Perhaps, a tad better, directions on where to blow them could’ve been found.
For Daddy was heard going Ouch! OW! OW! Before he got out, from in front.
Finally, those little nasty spikes were piled, and ashed, and placed in the can.
This deserved a big reward, as Dragon proudly, heated a pot of hot chocolate.

Yes, Dragon added his own dear warming touch, before the coco passed around.
But never let it ever be said, that a new lesson can’t be learned, and theirs was…
Never! Bring a smoking Dragon to a hayride, as Hubby & Dragon finished off… 
The Night… In a blaze of glory… or rather… with a little touch of fright! 
The Easter Egg Hunt was to start early, so the Easter Bunny joined us at sunrise.
We all went to work, except Dragon, cause with him, nothing stands a chance.

Puddle-ie goods of yummies tend to take the fun out of the Easter Egg Hunt.
Suddenly, Dragon tried to trip the Bunz, with his tail, but the hopper, prevailed!
But by then, Dragon was totally flustered and trying to whomp him with his tail!
Then, Hubby arrived, to save the day, and find Dragon with a Cheshire cat grin.
Not to mention the bedazzled cape that said ‘The Easter Bunny’, in all out bling!
If that didn’t give up his plot: Those great big Bunny Ears tied upon his head did.

When Dragon couldn’t stop the Bunz, his penguins with their first aid box… did.
The Bunz was becoming a mummy when Hubby hurriedly rushed to intervene. 
Tho, where they might have taken him, might have been priceless to be seen.
In the end, a truce was formed, and the Bunz got Dragons cape. And Dragon?
He got to give the Bunz a ride, smack dab, in the middle of the Easter Parade!
The penguins learned Bunz's nose isn’t broke, just because it’s short and wiggles.

Thank goodness Hubby got there in time, or a Bunz with a Gorilla Glued-in beak 
Might have been hard to explain! … The End

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |
Friday had been the saddest day
That my young life had ever known
The loneliness that my heart felt
Just would not leave me alone

The clouds that filled the afternoon
With their darkness and their dread
Left remorseful feelings alive inside
Along with feelings that seemed so dead

On Saturday when I did awaken
My world was much worse it seemed
For the gloom and darkness it embraced
Left my mind aloof in sad daydreams

Of what my eyes had seen to transpire
On that dark, cold Friday afternoon
I only prayed and hope what was written
Would come to fruition so very soon

As the last twenty four hours ticked away
The hope in my heart did begin to rise
For it began to beat so steady again
Waiting for the prophesied moment to arrive

But many in the room praying around me
Saw their faith begin to slip and fade
Not believing that what was happening
Would be much more than just another day

My heart awaiting the time to come closer
Anticipating the joy it would soon receive
Felt the rhythms of the approaching moment
For deep within it never failed to believe

I heard the most beautiful enchanting melodies
Embracing me from deep within His tomb
And upon hearing the hearty voices of angels
I sensed He would be rising so very soon

And the last twenty four hours did finally end
Sweeping my sadness and loneliness away
Replacing it with pure joy, and happiness
For He rose from the grave on a perfect day.

Copyright © Wendell Brown | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
AN EASTER PROMISE

 
Rumours borne upon
the wind,
Speak of Wintertime’s
demise,
As daffodils and 
primroses,
Bloom beneath the
brightening skies.

Hot cross buns and
chocolate eggs,
Nesting birds and
palms replace,
The cold days of the
Lenten fast,
As spring draws on
apace.

Palms strewn before
a donkey,
Who bears a Man 
they call a King,
Who knows, in his
great wisdom,
What the days ahead
will bring?

A garden, where a 
man betrayed,
Walks towards his
destiny,
Of Calvary, a crown
of thorns,
A cross, for you and 
me.

A spring golden with
its promise,
Of warm days 
becoming long,
Of buds blossoming
into flowers,
Of woods resounding
with birdsong,

A cross, followed by
an empty tomb,
A hint of Summer’s
breath,
As from out of winter
comes anew,
The Easter victory
over death.

The beautiful angels
that surround the
lord,
They are all in heaven
and all on board.
Our lord, our saviour – 
has risen to surface,
As we all do celebrate;
‘An Easter Promise.’

BY
DARRYL ASHTON    

Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
Oh No! Oh No! What has my son done? I hope it’s, not already to late!
He lives at a fraternity house, and surely, you know THAT intense mental state.
March has St. Patrick’s Day, Spring Break, and has, of course, Easter in it, too.
So they decided to have some great fun, yes, a fun filled month to happily ensue.

They invited a Leprechaun, the Easter Bunny, and the king of bongos, a gnome.
Apparently they convinced everyone it’d be more fun, to Simply… Stay… Home.
The whole campus flooded thru that fraternity house, in the party’s that ensued.
And they convinced the Easter Bunny to do jello shots in every color and hue.

He became known as THE BUN, yes, The One who finally, truly could fly…
And the Leprechaun danced till he dropped… to a great bongo serenade, aye.
There was no SIMPLY about this! As the music rocked the frat house, next door.
And girls were seen coming and going, at all hours, even passed out on the floor.

This was the party no one missed… even the frat house with the snobs, were there.
It’s said even some of the President’s security attended, partying there, somewhere.
Before they were done, a plan was sown, as the gnome found it’s yearly, new home. 
Yes, it got there, in Washington somehow, on the top of the Real ‘White House’ Dome.

But along the way THE BUN was lost… some where along the never-ending roads.
The Leprechaun called me, our Dragons and Trolls, to help, to search the highroads.
The poor little guy was so pie eyed, when we found him along that crazy way, so…
We fixed him up, we didn’t give up, until we could send him, into that Easter Frey.


Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
THE TRUE MEANING OF EASTER


Easter time is here and
there are tasty chocolate
eggs,
But why are they so 
expensive – like gangster’
Elliott Ness?
Their packaging is so 
annoying – it’s a waste
of cardboard too,
The council won’t dispose
of the wrapping – it isn’t
what they do!

Easter eggs are varied – 
some are small – some 
are large,
But no matter what size
they are – they always 
overcharge!
You pick up the chocolate
egg – from the shelf it
stands so proud;
‘You shake the egg to
Say ‘HELLO?’ You then
attract a crowd.’

Easter time is also
religious – but we seem
to have forgotten,
About how Christ was
himself crucified – and,
oh, he did feel rotten!
His daddy Good God – 
said; ‘don’t forget my
chocolate egg?’
Jesus muttered to his
dad; ‘oh, flippin eck!!’

Yes, we used to praise
the resurrection of the
lord right from his tomb,
I bet he’d like an Easter
egg – and start a 
chocolate boom?
Imagine seeing our Lord
and saviour – eating a
chocolate egg –
Grinning from ear to
ear – stroking his sore
leg!

Why are Easter eggs 
so popular? And, who
introduced them to us?
There is one thing I do
know – their prices 
creates a fuss!!   
“Buy now for next year,”
is the message we all
do hear,
If you wait till next
year – they will be 
even more dear!!  

So a hunting we will all
go – for those Easter’
chocolate eggs,
And as we feed our faces – 
the resurrection we will
all bless?
Happy Easter we all will 
say; ‘and we’ll be so very 
sincere – 
Because when I see how
the eggs have shrunk – 
they’ll be even smaller 
next year!!

Have a fabulous Easter
time – I say that just
to you – 
Just pray for peace and
love to rule, you know
that is true.
Take a blessing in your
soul – and praise the
resurrection – 
And praise this holy
time of year – as Easter’s
new salvation.

BY
DARRYL ASHTON

Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |
Everytime I bring forth your image
From deep within the well of my mind
My heart begins shedding joyous tears
For your beautiful love that's mine

I can never escape feeling all the emotions
For they seem to overwhelm me each day
But just like the very first time I embraced you
The raging passion of my love will always stay

I was blessed the day you embraced me
That first moment you became my friend
And ever since your spirit held me close
My life changed as I was truly born again

You have never forsaken me a single day
Of the spiritual things which in life I need
And I love those very special moments
When your living word we together read

While I lift up my song of sweet love to you
Your daily showers of heaven's  joy begins
I humbly thank you for giving your life's blood
A perfect Easter sacrifice to forgive all our sins.

Copyright © Wendell Brown | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
EASTER TIME


Easter time is here – it is	
so very special – 
A very sacred time of
 year – and even a choir 
rehearsal.
We would go to church
and serenade the lord,
The choir sounding good – 
as they all were on board.

Everywhere was quiet – 
no shops were open for
trade,
The quaint saga of the
holy week – was blessed
by our lord we made.
The day of mourning of
the crucifixion – when
Jesus was wrongly put
to death;
‘Now we pray our tribute
on Good Friday in our
breath.’

Our lord shall rise again
to reign – and we shall
praise the day,
That special day we now
do call – a special Easter
Sunday.
The boulder was removed – 
and Christ was removed,
The dawning of a new
birth – and all the pain was
soothed.

Fear not, my friends – for I
shall bless you all – 
My death is now – but I
hear the call;
‘The call of my resurrection
is now upon,
My journey to heaven – the
holy son.’
My children, I hear you – 
please remember – 
This time of year – will last
forever.

Celebrations around the
world and by all different
religions – 
All with a purpose – and
with all the same visions.
Let Christ into your hearts – 
and feel the blessing;
‘Easter time is here – the
atmosphere is exciting.’

But Easter has changed
and so has the true
meaning,
Shops are open – the 
supermarkets are all
dreaming.
Dreaming of money – and
how to get more;
‘Selling their goods – as
we walk through into their
store!’

Chocolate eggs, where did
they come from?
Will you get one? Better 
ask your mum?
The packaging is tough – 
but where is the chocolate?
If we eat too much – we’ll
be on the toilet!!

A bedlam of shopping is 
how it is now,
But I used to pray and my
head I would bow.
Shopping for bargains – 
hassle in the queues,
My feet all weary – I need
new shoes!   

The lord has risen – on a
holy day to pray,
It is now known as a 
prayer - on Easter Sunday.
The lord, our master – has
risen today – 
So silent we are – we 
remember this day.  

Go forth and celebrate
the saviour’s rebirth,
We are all blessed – and
have new turf.
We pray to God and Jesus
in rhyme,
The Lord’s resurrection – 
at this Easter Time.       

BY
DARRYL ASHTON

Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
A HEAVENLY CHOIR ON EASTER DAY


The rock has been removed –
from the entrance to the
tomb,
All is quiet and silent – and
there isn’t much room.
The daylight smiles so
gleefully, as the moon looks
at the scene,
Together the sun and the
moon – smile at each other,
feeling supreme.

The clouds are forming an
orchestra – which Good God
will conduct;
‘To celebrate the rise of
Christ – as the angels do
erupt.
They are the heavenly choir,
they are a surreal sight to
see,
They are to welcome the
saviour – Jesus is now free.

The animals too – they are
all invited – and dance to
the lord’s prayer,
They are all smiling with
utter happiness – and Jesus
looks debonair.
This sight is so magical – it’s
a heavenly choir for today,
Christ has risen from his
rest – upon our Easter Day.

The lord shall dance with
the angels – that is God’s
command;
‘So to the praising choir –
they waltz to the heavenly
band.’
If this surreal concert, could
be heard and seen on earth;
‘It would be so magical –
as God does show rebirth?’

There is an afterlife – I hear
it in the choir,
So every time I look to the
sky – I know this place up
there?
The home of love and
harmony, and happiness is
there,
No more wars – and no
discrimination – a place of
solitaire.

So Christ has risen from his
sleep – and off to heaven he
goes,
On a white and golden silver
cloud – the silk does tickle
his toes.
A day to celebrate for all
mankind – as we all together
pray;
‘Christ has risen for all to see –
upon this Easter Day.’   

BY
DARRYL ASHTON

Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
As We Look Back 
We Also Look Ahead.

We look back a few short days.
We’d trimmed a “Christian” tree.
For all the Season to enjoy.
To see how ‘changed’ we all might be.

For there upon that lovely sight,
Was the story, how it all began.
Of many things the Bible says
How our Savior took His stand. 

But let’s not stop our story here
Easter time is coming fast.
That will announce this stories end
Our Saviors come to save at last.

For though at Christmas time we cheer
The humble birth of “King of Kings”
Most Christian folk remember well
The death of Christ this season brings.

With pieces of the “Stable” story
Still hung upon our “Christian Tree”
Our Savior’s body would also hang
For all the world’s lost souls to see.

Let’s keep this rhyme close at hand
So while others await the Easter Bunny
Dyeing eggs and munching “Peeps”
We see Easter’s not the least bit funny

What we will see is God’s own plan
Written down all across the land
Preserved for us to learn and live
All carried out by His “Right” hand.

Lest I forget the exciting part
It doesn’t end with a buried preacher
For in coming days many would see
Walking & talking, their Blessed teacher. 

 For God had long promised A Messiah
A Prophet, A Priest, A Healer, A King
A Deliverer, A Savior, an Intercessor.
This Jesus would prove to be “everything”.
 
So if you pray before bed each night
May it be Christmas Eve or Easter’s Lent
Remember always to share with others
That wonderful Savior our God has sent.

And if by chance you haven’t done it.
Remember always He wants you too.
Invite Him now, to rule your heart.
Time may be short. Our days be few?

************
Written by oldbuck to encourage some serious
moments into days often completely filled with 
Joy & Laughter. To bring “hints” of the “rebirth” to come.

Copyright © Old buck | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
Easter Egg Hunt II

So, here’s my idea for some fine Easter cheer,
I thought, the plan was so simple and clear.
For my grand sons I’d host an Easter egg hunt,
never before had I thought of this stunt.

I went to the store, bought ten dozen eggs,
handled with care as each white orb begs.
Loaded the bed, my ‘ol truck to enroll,
drove to my home and struck every pot hole. 

When home my truck bed leaked yellow yuck,
I knew some eggs were sure out ‘o luck.
Carefully carried my eggs to the porch,
these hapless survivors I’d soon set to torch.

Drug my old wash tub from the back shed,
built a fire, let it burn to a red charcoal bed.
Rested my wash tub on four concrete blocks,
filled it with water, that old tin box.

Stood back smiling soon water to be boiling,
from the fire came a hiss with steam coiling.
That old tub had a leak, maybe two or three,
water was dripping on the fire I could see.

Retreat to the kitchen, I would try once more,
I’d use the microwave to ease the chore.
Set the microwave forty seconds to cook,
sat back and watched, so perfect they looked.

Soon exploding cooked egg flew about the room,
me ducking and dodging shell and egg spume.
My kitchen was a horrid boiled egg sight,
it took me some hours to get clean that night.

The ranks of my eggs were becoming slim,
from battalion, to company, to platoon looked grim.
Decided to boil eggs in a traditional way,
filled pots of water on the stove in safe array.

Turned on the burners, all pots set to boil,
dropped in some eggs and set them to toil.
It sounded like a gun fight at the ok corral,
then I had flashbacks of Guadalcanal.

Turned off the burners when I came to,
my surviving eggs only a brace or two.
These beauties I stacked in bowls to stain,
I couldn’t hide them in their white coats so plain.

Found some old packets of dye in a drawer,
these should be perfect, who could ask for more.
Made up some bowls of multicolored dye bliss,
there couldn’t be anything hard about this.

I dropped in eggs as I saw the need,
some I would two color, in the course of this deed.
Eggs were a splashin’ in a colored rain shower,
I was colored as they by the end of an hour.

Who knew permanent meant forever,
I looked like a tie dye t-shirt endeavor.
Green, some yellow, some purple, red and blue,
there were colors on me that  I never knew.

Came Easter morning, all set for the hunt,
eggs were all spread in the yard in the front.
I sat on the porch and sipped some cold tea,
waiting for arrival of my families company.

First came squirrels stealing two eggs at a time,
then came neighbor dogs, eating eggs their crime.
Woodchucks and chipmunks I’d never seen,
‘possum’s and birds, my colored eggs to glean.

I rushed thru the yard to save my last eggs,
excited critters running, even between my legs. 
All that was left, broken egg shells seen,
those critters had come and picked my yard clean.

I would have been mad but I thought for a bit,
when finally came this thought about it.
My egg hunt didn’t go just quite as I’d planned,
but Mother Nature’s egg hunt, turned out grand.

Robert Gene Stoner Jr 
3/22/16   ©

Copyright © Robert Stoner Jr | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
 It Takes Only One Smile

Written: © Maxima 

It takes only one smile
To bring back smile on your face
It is hard to find someone, though
Who will give you that smile

The abyss you’re peering into
Cherishing your dreams
Luring you, intriguing you
The abyss is called love

I can’t believe you fear it
Closing your eyes before it
Trust me, my dearest
You can’t escape it.

“I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die;
Relying on that promise and celebrating
the victory of life over death, light over darkness, love over hatred and good over evil…”

My dear friends, I wish you, your families and friends a Happy and Blessed Easter!
With love,
Stefan Maxima

 

Copyright © Stefan Maxima | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
EASTER SUNDAY...
CHRIST HAS RISEN


The day is born,  
when we say;
'Happy Easter
and now we 
pray.'
Christ has risen
from his tomb,
Just like he did
from his mother's
womb.

Easter Sunday - 
and we are
blessed,
But who is that
special guest?
The bells ring
out so tunefully
sound,
They mark the 
arrival of Christ's
rebound.

The resurrection
is a miracle of
life,
As Christ is reborn
and end all strife.
The sins of the
empire who 
condemned our
king,
But, that is now
past - as we all
now sing.

The rising of our
lord, Jesus from
the cross,
He's now in heaven
and with the BOSS.
The disciples are
all praising - and
quite rightly so,
Jesus died for us - 
but he rose to know
more.

The blessing of
Easter - is a mark
of praise,
A holy day to which
we embrace.
We celebrate the
rebirth, and the
rising of Jesus,
To start a new life
for everyone who's
precious.

Hallelujha! It is
Easter Day.
The king has risen - 
to end all dismay.
Thy God in Heaven, 
hear our prayer,
We do all repent - 
this I do swear.
Christ has risen - 
it is know today.
Welcome, my
friends - to a 
blessed...EASTER
DAY.

But something has
happened to the
true Easter meaning,
We still celebrate
Christ - and the new
beginning.
What's with chocolate
eggs - who had the 
idea?
Is this Easter - with
the prices too dear!

Happy Easter to you
all - and enjoy the
day,
Christ has risen - we
shout; 'HOORAY!'
A new beginning - 
with plenty of love,
Happy Easter, my
friends - this comes
from above!

BY
DARRYL ASHTON  

Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
he was around
up and down town
his sprit was all over 
it was a shining clover
on this day easter way
i must say
his sprit was stack
JESUS CAME  BACK

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |
The stones were silent on that day when Jesus rode to town
While cries of loud hosannas came from people all around.
Some said that they should hold their peace and tried to still their voice,
But Jesus said if they would stop, the rocks would then rejoice.
But these were not the stones God chose to lift their voice to praise,
And so the voices of the crowd continued to be raised.
Then soon this happy crowd became a mocking crowd that cried,
“Away with Him!  Away with Him!  Let Him be crucified!”
He trudged along a stony street, the heavy cross He bore,
His body bleeding from the wounds and crown of thorns He wore.
And these stones, too, were silent as He headed up the hill,
For they were not the ones to speak, nor was it yet God’s will.
Then darkness veiled the noonday sky there on that awful day
When Jesus was left all alone, His Father turned away.
And as He spoke those final words, an earthquake shook the ground
And some were raised to life again from gravesides all around.
The restless rocks so wanted then to speak with their voice,
But they, too, then were quickly hushed, for they were not God’s choice.
They took the Savior from the cross unto a borrowed tomb,
They placed a stone to keep Him there and all seemed full of gloom.
This was a stone nobody thought would ever speak a word,
But after three days with a shout its loud, clear voice was heard.
That stone so silent all those years cried out upon that day
As with a thunder on the ground it loudly rolled away!
That was the stone that God had chose to cry to everyone
They could not keep that body there--He was God’s victorious Son!
That stone cried out that glorious morn, it still cries out today,
“The sting of death, the curse of sin is taken all away!”
That stone speaks of the one who died and went to hell for me
And conquered Satan and his foes and now He holds the keys!
That stone still cries to you today, oh listen to its voice,
Come to the Rock of Ages now--make Jesus Christ your choice!

Copyright © Clarence Billheimer | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
THE EASTER RESURRECTION

 
The sun is rising upon the
hill – were Christ is now
entombed,
The angels come down so
gleefully and remove the
rock of doom.
The angels from heaven  
enter the tomb – they see
the body of Christ -   
They approach the body
silently – their boss is now
sufficed.

The sun is shining as the
moon looks on – upon this 
amazing sight,
The resurrection of our 
King – it is a sheer delight.
The stars are shining in 
the mid day light – it is a
sign from God;
‘Bless our lord, he now
has risen – it really is so
good.’

The sleep is now all over – 
a new life shall start for 
all,
As we know now the day
to be – an Easter day to
enthrall.     
Behold? The day has now
turned to dark – as all
the land does sleep,
As we always will remember 
– Easter day to keep.

Our Lord, Jesus, has risen
from his tomb – as the moon
sparkles in the sky,
And away he goes to his
father – up above so high.
The sky is smiling at their
guest – as God silently cries,
As heaven’s gates open up – 
to welcome Jesus Christ.

God smiles down on the
world – and praises the
holy ghost,
Now his son has returned
home – and he is the 
perfect host.
Our Father who art in 
heaven – bears a new
salvation – 
For on this day is born a
miracle – The Easter
Resurrection.

BY
DARRYL ASHTON

Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
 May each of you have a joy filled Easter in remembrance of the ressurection of our Lord and loving Savior, Jesus Christ! God bless you all and keep you enveloped in His great Love and Mercy forever. -love Bob D

Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |
he way lay to rest
under a wood desk
up high
in the sky
he came back 
from the cross rack
he died for our sin
its easter day he back to stay
HE WALKS AGAIN

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
it was very sunny
i dress like bunny
on easter 
for hours and and hours
got caught in  the
RAIN SHOWER

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2012

Details | Prose Poetry |
EASTER

King of Kings,
And Lord of Lords.
And He shall reign,
Forever and ever.

Are these not the words of Christmas?
Did Jesus lose Sovereignty after His birth?
Do we just forget this through the year,
Does the Son of God lose His worth?

The Christian Faith lives in a Person,
Not just an accepted creed.
He was born, lived, died and arose from the dead,
This is the Christianity we need.

Christ is the personal, Living Center,
Of all things we believe.
He remains the Church's Sovereign,
His resurrection saved you and me.

We know the enjoyments of this life,
The pleasures that come our way.
But the Christian belief within us,
Helps us make it through the day.

Christianity is more than a history,
Of ancient writings told.
It is the very source of truth,
That comforts when we are old.

We are different Christians than our parents,
Who lived a life so true.
They gave the love and knowledge,
That would guide and comfort you.

We are challenged to pass this message,
A belief in God and His son.
So that our children may know and learn,
He truly is the one.

This Easter is a reminder,
Of the Christmas message brought to all.
It took His Death and Resurrection,
To save us from the Fall.

RAYMOND V. MORGAN

Copyright © Raymond Morgan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |
My dear friend Happy Easter to you !
May this Easter blessed with love , joy and happiness.
With love Maxima

The Circle
Suddenly, you trembled, my darling
As if craving to turn a fluid wave
A magnificent wave that
Overwhelms the endless spaces
of our hearts
Into eternity
And, I, my dearest,
I feel pure joy
Dazzled by this feeling
The endless tender kiss
Has formed a magic circle
The source of our being
Somewhere among the stars
Of the brightest constellation
I love you

Copyright © Stefan Maxima | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |
OUR RESPONSE TO JESUS: MAGNIFICENT PSALMS

Glory to this confusion: man and God
So simple, and so mysterious, a Triune Godhead!
Glory, glory, glory to our glorious God
LORD and King, Yahweh and Adonai, Elohim and El-Shaddai
We all must have, all must sing, Magnificats
Like Mary, who had heard of the LORD 
Through Gabriel, Archangel and awesome:
(Yet in her day, a teenager dare not fall pregnant)
Faith comes from hearing … and she had heard of Israel's hope and salvation, The Messiah, and when Gabriel said the name, YESHUA, God is Salvation,
Knowledge and wisdom invaded Mary's mind, then her womb

Would I be willing to speak to a man in authority over me
And let him know he will not receive my first loyalty (Less than Mary)

Luke's Gospel contrasted a literate Priest Zechariah's disbelief
And possibly the "illiterate Mary's" question of a similar kind
He was muted (He had received much; was punished for believing less?)
The Virgin Mary willed herself to be used for Israel, for her LORD …

Yet she did ask, How is this to be since I have not known
A man, Aha! “Seed of woman” dispenses
With the seed of man, for that of God
Praise to the Holy Spirit, our Comforter

LORD we magnify you, glorify thy name
We are saved by faith, that begins with hearing the WORD
We can't do enough to be good; Adam showed that
The love of Jesus makes all things that are impossible, possible,
By faith in He who died on a Cross, the cursed tree
We have become children – to become co-heirs with Jesus still -
Beyond friend, as with Abraham, where we begin
Glory to God for Abraham and his obedience
Now we have surpassing access to God and Jesus
Yet, like all freedoms, this is not free ...
Were you there when My Savior hung on a Tree?
The psalmists and the poets, the singers ... know mysteries.

(c). Anil Deo, Good Friday 2017

Copyright © Anil Deo | Year Posted 2017

Details | Light Poetry |
It all started when Sleeping Beauty slapped Cinderella 
Then Snow White retaliated and hit her with an umbrella
as Ariel the little Mermaid's tail turned into legs
Prince Erick and Prince Charming stole the Easter bunny's eggs.

As Alice from wonderland grew five times her size
Hansel and Gretel attacked her by surprise
While Puss in Boots fought Peter pan
Captain Hook and Ursula produced an evil master plan.

Rapunzel chatted with Red Riding hood
and the three little pigs were up to no good
Thumbelina still aspired to grow
and Rumpelstiltskin has a name he thought no one would know

Jack climbed the beanstalk which was later cut down
by the woman in the shoe who stole Cinderellas wedding gown.
The wicked witch of the west set the woman's shoe ablaze
and Dorothy clicked her heels but didn't return home for thirty days.

When fairy tales get messy this is what well never see
but this is what fairy tales would be like if it were up to me...

Copyright © Ella Marley | Year Posted 2008

Details | Light Poetry |
you  like hat
easter way its at
they come wide
some wear on the side
and difference too
red white and blue
its style
some or also funny
those
EASTER BUNNY

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013