Best All The Way Poems
‘Twas the night before Christmas
Mrs. Claus demanded a divorce.
Santa was being promiscuous
with older naughty girls, of course.
All those ho ho ho’s liked his package,
for he always enjoyed being on top.
He used his stamina to his advantage,
and his jingle bells just wouldn’t stop!
Mrs. Claus was fed up with his lust
for other women he was desiring.
No more could Santa ever trust
those tattle tale elves he was hiring!
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It was time to leave on his sleigh, /\
Rudolph’s nose was red with glee- / o \
For Christmas was really on its way, / O \
though Mrs. Claus didn’t agree. / O o \
/o O o \
She wanted him to pay for his sins, / o O \
maybe get stuck in a chimney flue- / O o O \
Making fun of his belly she grins, /_o___o__O\
hoping he lands in Timbuktu! |||
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The night ended and Santa was tired, |||
it was rough being in Atlanta.
That was the year that he retired…
three ho's were enough for Santa!
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Date - 12.5.19
'Twas the Night Before Christmas Contest
Sponsor - Joseph May
2nd Place
January is here as expected
that makes me wary of the new year
but Jesus reminds me of His promises
Oh, February already!
Dad shows the burden he carries
but Jesus pats him with His word.
Here comes March
Mum becomes trouble’s new catch
but Jesus creates a way for us to overcome
April appears so fast
the moving year is becoming real
and Jesus convinces us to seek Him first.
May, may may
desertion by friends is underway
Jesus sits besides, never forsaking me.
Half a year in June
the year is now at noon
Jesus asks me never to worry about the night
Wonderful July so glorious
how time actually flies
Jesus Has carried me this far.
August, the summer’s border
a new season will soon be our guest
He’s always the same, every season, every year.
The familiar months begin with September
difficulties are almost over
You see, I told you! Says the Lord
It’s October
And I’m still under his cover
b’cos He loves me more than anyone else.
November, the 11th month
counting down to the special event
yet His goodness is countless and bountiful
The grand Finale in December
family and friends in the mood of Christmas
even though His love
Has been shielding us right from January.
Can't wait for baseball to start up again
The Blue Jays are favoured to clean up AMEN
They're certainly due
Since nineteen ninety-two
Our tongues hang out while cheering for them
© Jack Ellison 2016
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Carrying romance all the way
falling in love time and again,
a romantic heart you may say
dancing always in love rain!
Falling in love time and again
one way love let them be,
dancing always in love rain
hold no umbrella above me!
One way love let them be
only the rain should be pure,
hold no umbrella above me
she will come and dance sure!
only the rain should be pure
just to forget all the pain,
she will come and dance sure
join me in new love rain!
Just to forget all the pain
you can come and feel the bliss,
join me in new love rain
dancing with you is my wish!
You can come and feel the bliss
a romantic heart you may say,
dancing with you is my wish
carrying romance all the way!
10th May 2011
* A rhyming Pantoum
I am praising God today
Glorifying Him in a mighty way
My faith in Him will not sway
Praising Him each day all the way
My faith in God is my solid anchor
I shall not be moved even by a clanking tanker
Wearing His armor day to day
Praising Him each day all the way
On His rock I shall forever stand
Shining His light throughout the land
My faith in Him is mighty strong
Praising Him each day all the way
© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., (Epulaeryu Master) 4/15/08
All Rights Reserved, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA
Senior Advisor, to Founder of Motivational Strips
Ambassador De Literature
Noble Star of Literature 2018
Living Legend of the 21st Century
Pentasiv B World Friendship Poetry Featured Poet 2019
Comments: Pentecostal praise and thanksgiving to God is uplifting to our mind,
body and soul. We see clearer, feel better, and come to know Him in a greater
way. This is dedicated to the saints who are, will, and continue to praise His holy
name.
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First Place Winner
Pentecostal Praise Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
May 17, 2008
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A COMET THIS WAY CAME
You were a meteor streaking through the sky of my life
A comet that came to save me
You left a tail and trail of fire behind
And all the wonder which you gave me
I watched as you glowed brightly above
Passing stars, the moon and the sun
My eyes were blessed by the sight of you
And I felt luckier than anyone
Born of the heavens, I saw you shine
As you etched brightness through the sky
I was the only one to see how intensely you shone
A body even the darkness could not defy
You were a shade of gold I’d never seen before
A shimmering and celestial soul to wish upon
But just like a comet you finally burned out
And as suddenly as you came then you were gone
© 2013 copyright PHREEPOETREE….~free cee!~
man up all the way up
i've held other peoples burden
and not at once
i showed signs of hurting
until there was you
my window was open
then some how i close curtains
alone alone
thats what i'm deserving
alone alone
but some how it's love i'm serving
been kick been stomp
gave a cold shoulder
still when music come on my head bop
been push been pulled
but not at all dropped
left alone left weary
dreams confine the space
i fill in life
my love is tough
no matter how sharp is your nife
you
can't cut me
but some how
you pic my lock
and made me feel so lovely.
when my friends in trouble
i'm the first they call
but when i'm in trouble the lord i call
so my only friend is 6 feet
so you can sense that theres more then just
a broken heart that's man up
instead of robbing i gave
in stead of living i saved
and i answer my only craved
so there for i'm more man then
reality can ever afford.
so Recognize the God in me.
An offering from my slush-pile in lieu
of anything new
Santa’s sleigh crash landed in the jungle
He got caught in the branches of a tree
He had a wound that could be turning fungal
And sought help from a passing chimpanzee
The chimpanzee was friends with a gorilla
Who said, “You don’t belong up in this tree.”
And Santa said, “Now look, I’m not Godzilla,
So will you or the chimpanzee help me?”
The chimpanzee said, “Ooh-ooh, aah-aah, ooh.”
So Santa bellowed loudly, “Ho Ho Ho!”
The gorilla slapped his hand across his forehead,
“If you’re both talking nonsense I shall go.”
So Santa built a grotto in the jungle
He taught some marmosets to work as elves
A job that Santa hoped they wouldn’t bungle
And soon they would be putting toys on shelves
But then he pulled his sleigh with lions as reindeer
That was an error (soon he’d have the proof)
Although we don’t get snow or freezing rain here
Those lions and the sleigh fell off the roof
When Santa hit the ground his head was foggy
He yelled, “You lions are a bunch of peasants
Each one of you is just a clumsy moggy
So dumb you can’t deliver children’s presents.”
Their Christmas lunch so juicy that it squelched
The lions ate their fill then licked their paws
One lion looked embarrassed when he belched
And then said, “Oops, we’ve eaten Santa Claus!”
(A short lesson in Republican science!)
Seems once in a while even dumb folks are right
Even broken clock's right twice a day friend,
Bets off if clock's digital, LED's can't pretend
And with features so plentiful, truth can be blight!
Modernity tells you life's multiple choice,
But the answers can sometimes be tricky,
And scientists too may not always agree,
So that most hallowed halls echo more than one
voice.
But world's true believers hate truth that's a clown
So a particle/wave must be nonsense,
Their ancestor worship avoids all pretense,
"The world rests on a turtle (repeating on down!)"
Brian Johnston
July 5, 2017
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche
Dance beneath the magic moon and listen to the flute
the stars will spangle brightly and then render you a mute
Twirl around the trees feel the brush of wind against your skin
the music of the forest has bounce it lives and breathes within
Bap Bap boom boom boom bap goes the sound of the rain
let it trickle down your face and take away your pain
life a technicolor beat in every note pure heaven
twisty water waves that flow with ascension
the music of the nymphs will take you higher than the stars
mayhap it will just guide you, all the way to Mars
Who doesn't dream of dashing knights, nobility and power?
Fortune, fame, and glory are the ornaments of the past.
What family would not trade the humble cottage for the tower?
To shed the wretched sackcloth and sleep in silk at last ...
But hear me now, you spineless scum, my fathers were all peasants!
German and Czech farmers without a hint of kingly clout.
Generations passed; they toiled in the presence,
of dark, and grime, and poverty, and cold, and fear, and doubt.
And like the age-old Ithacans, they managed to survive,
How are you not jealous of their simple, quiet strength?
While kings and queens were stationed so as to greatly thrive,
My fathers and my mothers had to travel o'er great length,
To continue my ragged family tree down to when I was born.
I kiss with pride the gnarled roots, to which my fate is sworn.
Written for Ancestral Roots contest, sponsored by John Hamilton
Pray for the good,Pray to be understood,Pray out loud,Pray out strong Pray pray
pray Pray with all your might,Pray under the moonlight.
Pray and stop the evil spirit that hunts our bodies and minds,Pray for the destruction that needs construction.
For Canada's Prime Minister,
I want Justin Trudeau to remain;
sure he has made some very big political mistakes,
would the Conservatives or Independents do better !
They would be much worse,
Justin is a young leader and has much to learn still;
but, he is loved all over the world for his serenity !
Justin never loses his composure,
like in the recent pipeline USA cancellation;
he knew it was time to accept defeat !
Justin knows how to say sorry I made a mistake,
I am willing to give him a chance to grow and become great;
he has my vote !
Think Conservatives or Independents are better;
you are kidding right !
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March 22, 2021 - L
Poetry/Political Verse/Justin All The Way
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1340-011-22
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, What You Really Want
sponsor, Richard Lamoureux, Judged 04/24/2021
Second Place
I live in Florida which is relatively flat…this means most of the time
the paths I walk are smooth and even…there are no hills to climb.
Today as I stepped out of my house the first thing I noticed was the trees…
reacting, just like me, to a gentle morning breeze.
Then…somewhere in the distance…in a tree…devoid of light…
rising from the darkness…an owl hooted her good-night.
Next the first bird to awaken began to sing her morning tune…
as that same breeze that moved the trees…pushed the clouds across the moon.
Up ahead, just around the corner…they always wait for me to pass….
a pair of rabbits with their silent smiles…sitting in the grass.
Soon more birds began to sing…a host of birds I could not see…
adding their distinctive voices to this morning’s symphony.
I did not know the melody…or the words to their morning song…
but, in just above a whisper, I began to hum along.
With my morning starting out like this…I know the rest of my day.
even though I live in Florida…will be downhill all the way