Best Bingham Poems
JESUS IS MY TEACHER
Jesus is so good to me.
Jesus is like a brother.
Jesus is in everything I see.
There is no other.
When I travel far,
Jesus travels further.
Jesus is my guiding star.
I need Him forever.
I love Jesus more each day.
Jesus is my preacher.
Jesus hears me when I pray.
Jesus is my teacher.
Janet Marie Bingham
Categories:
bingham, appreciation, blessing, christian, courage,
Form:
Rhyme
God has not forgotten you, Mighty Horse.
At one time you ran through canyons,
and green meadows
never before seen by men.
You were as free as the icy waters
which come from snow-capped mountains.
Free to go anywhere you wanted.
You tossed your head in defiance.
Your mane shimmered with magnificence.
Like a king, you stood,
hidden away in a dream-like world
of sweet, fragrant grasses.
God allowed men to rule over you.
But He never allowed men
to tame your spirit.
It remains proud and free.
Even though you are a servant
to men now, you show great strength.
You have retained the noble spirit-soul
of a Warrior King.
Janet Marie Bingham
Categories:
bingham, beauty, blessing, courage, happiness,
Form:
Prose Poetry
DEAR LITTLE WEB-BUILDING SPIDER
God made you a great weaver.
You listen to God. You are aware of His presence.
Even though you cannot see well, you build your
home with many fine threads. You are creative.
You travel with God up canyons, through the meadow
grasses, up tree limbs, along the sides of huge rocks
and boulders. God created you, Little Spider, to
weave your web for His glory. You live alone, but
you are never lonely. You know God is always with
you. With a gentle whisper, He blows your web
around. You smile at God. You realize God loves you.
Are you not one of His meek-ones?
And didn't Jesus say the meek-ones will inherit the
EARTH
FOREVER?
Janet Marie Bingham
Categories:
bingham, beauty, creation, environment, feelings,
Form:
Prose Poetry
THE UNTOUCHED GARDEN
Love is like an untouched garden.
It doesn't seem to have much value
when at first you get it,
but its value increases
the longer you keep it.
If you are willing to
tend it,
water it,
fertilize it,
work with it,
suffer with it,
plow its field,
plant the seed,
believe,
one day, from your persistence,
tiny flowers will bloom.
With hard work, you can accomplish
anything.
However, if you want to keep love,
or a garden, in the same worthwhile state
you first intended,
you must be willing to care for it
with the same loving hands
that first created it,
or it will wither and die
and so will a part of you.
Janet Marie Bingham
Categories:
bingham, beauty, encouraging, happiness, hope,
Form:
Prose Poetry
DAUGHTER'S WEDDING ADVICE
An old woman once spoke to her young daughter
who was soon to be a bride.
The icing is not the body, but the spirit.
The body is the cake that the spirit covers.
This combination cannot be given away without meaning,
not even if the intent is honorable,
nor should it be eaten before it is time.
The cake is considered of more importance than the icing,
but the icing contains its flavor and richness,
increasing the value of the cake a hundredfold,
thereby determining its worth.
A poor icing not only ruins the beauty of a cake;
it robs it of its sweetness of spirit.
Remember, my child, the lasting ingredient
that permeates the whole body is the soul.
With that last word, the old woman left her daughter
to be alone with her thoughts.
Janet Marie Bingham
Categories:
bingham, beauty, blessing, courage, desire,
Form:
Prose Poetry
GOD WILL WIN
Satan's been in Greece and Rome.
He's walked where Royalty often roamed.
He's traveled to England.
He's dined in France.
He's slept in Nazi concentration camps.
Now America's in Satan's pot.
He's making more stew
out of what He's got.
Our citizens won't admit nor see
America sprawling on her knee
while greedy politicians squeeze
and do whatever else they please.
We've caused America to lose her grip.
The entire world's beginning to slip
to 1929 again.
The Devil will laugh,
but God will win.
Janet Marie Bingham
Categories:
bingham, betrayal, bible, cheer up,
Form:
Rhyme
I watch the clouds as they pass by.
They spread a mist across the sky;
and sometimes for an hour or two
they float within a sea of blue
like castles shaped a way up high,
their forms dissolve and seem to die.
Upon my back for an hour or two
I watch them grow to something new.
Veiled in lace they stretch their hands
and seem to wed in other lands.
They look down from eternity
on all that we may hope to be.
Clouds have a strange world in the sky
that outlasts even you and I.
The restless world that they embrace
moves on like us in constant pace.
They toss and turn within a storm.
Each day we live they are reborn.
Janet Marie Bingham
Categories:
bingham, beauty, blessing, desire, encouraging,
Form:
Rhyme
WALKING WITH JESUS
You kiss the sky with blue
and beard it with
Your soft white clouds,
breaking off in different directions
that come and go like dreams.
Your eyes see everywhere;
they light the throne room
to Your universe.
They are a dazzling reminder
of where Heaven is.
Let me walk with You
beyond Your mountaintops.
There is no one like You.
You are the King, the promise
to a better life.
Janet Marie Bingham
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Categories:
bingham, appreciation, beautiful, best friend,
Form:
Prose Poetry
OUR LORD IS COMING BACK
You search to find new meaning
to who and what you are.
You travel to gain knowledge
from a distant star.
You go to the moon
looking for a friend,
but the truth is only found within,
within,
the truth is only found within.
There's a new moon arising,
smell the flowers you ignore,
hear the thunder in the mountains give a roar.
You're afraid that God won't love you
as He did in times before,
but He wants you to open up His door,
His door,
He wants you to open up His door.
Did the flowers smile from Heaven
when this whole world first began?
Will the bees still make wild honey 'til the end?
Will the soft earth cover over,
make a garden again,
or will we break like glass in the end,
in the end,
or will we break like glass in the end?
The past still holds the future
within God's Holy Hand.
He doesn't forget Promises
like men and women can.
Though our days become like coal dust,
there is laughter on the way.
He will make our faces shine like the day.
Yes, He will.
He will make our faces shine like the day.
As we climb into our future,
with no fear to hold us back,
we will live in constant beauty
which the world now seems to lack.
There's a hope for tomorrow,
for our Lord's coming back.
Good news! Our Lord is coming back.
Janet Marie Bingham
Categories:
bingham, best friend, blessing, christian,
Form:
Prose Poetry
IS IT EASY TO TRUST
It's easy to trust
when there's nothing to lose.
Then you step out
in time without fear.
But when it's your life
that you've placed in the game
how much do you trust then, my dear?
It's easy to be brave
when there is no demand
on what will happen to you.
When you take from God only ice cream
you beam,
but Death becomes part of that too.
You want to be in a world far beyond
better than this one does seem.
It's easy to breathe in His Air.
But when do you breathe in His Dream?
Janet Marie Bingham
Categories:
bingham, bible, courage, fear, growth,
Form:
Rhyme
Four years ago today
9/11 rang in our ears
Our Nation still cries a river
Into a sea of tears
Patrick Driscoll 70, was retired
Jane Folger 73, retired as well
Toshiya Kuge was a student
When the Twin Towers fell
Husbands and fathers
Todd Beamer 32, Jason Dahl 43
Alan Beaven 48, joined them
On United Airlines flight 93
Donald Arthur Peterson 66
And his wife Jean 55
Were proud to be Grandparents
They perished side by side
Mark Bingham 31, a businessman
Edward Porter Felt 41, would travel
Mark Rothenberg flew that day
When it all began to unravel
Joseph Deluca 52
A son, brother and close friend
Held on to Linda Gronlund 46
Until the very end
Nicole Carol Miller 21
Kissed her boyfriend at the gate
Christine Snyder 32, newlywed
Neither of which knew their fate
Deora Bodley 20, was a youngster
Honor Elizabeth Wainia 28, a daughter
Sandy Bradshaw 38 was a wife
What a senseless slaughter
Thomas E. Burnett Jr. 38, husband
Georgine Rose Corrigan 56, a mother figure
Cee Cee Lyles 33, was a wife and mother
Can now only be seen in pictures
Deborah Welsh 49, wife and good friend
Kristin Gould White 65, someone’s mother
John Talignani 74, Jeremy Glick 31
They were both fathers and someone’s brother
Waleska Martinez 37
Was a daughter and a sister
Andrew Garcia 62, husband and grandfather
Earned him the title of Mister
Richard Guadagno 38, “intense friend”
Colleen Fraser 51, someone’s sibling
Christian Adams 37, a husband and daddy
You can hear the angel’s sing
Patricia Cushing 69, an Aunt
Lorraine Bay 58, a flight attendant
William Cushman 57, was a construction worker
Into the field is where they were sent
Wanda Green 49, mom and daughter
Lauren Grandcolas 38, sister-in-law
Hilda Marcin 79 was someone’s mother
When the world began to fall
Louis Nacke 42, a son-in law
Along with Leroy Homer 36, a husband
Donald Greene 52, loved camping
With his brothers he called friends
So above you see the names again
Of the hero’s on United Airlines flight 93
We remember them today, four years later
For what they did for you and me
APRIL KERSEY-STRONG
9/11/05
Categories:
bingham, history, people, husband, wife,
Form:
List
There were two old women in a town.
The healthy one often wore a frown.
She never helped an earthly soul,
nor saw the beauty of life unfold.
All she thought about was herself.
How she could save and keep her wealth.
She cared not for the suffering poor.
The little children she'd quickly ignore.
The other old woman in that town
fed the poor who were all around.
She read and told stories to the old,
and baked children cookies with icing of gold.
She lovingly bandaged wounds of the sick,
and never let her mind nit pick.
She gossiped not about things left undone.
Her only desire was to please God's Son.
Although she wasn't healthy herself,
she never complained or wished for wealth.
She loved the many folks who came
to visit her home no matter their game.
To look at her no one could see
her time on earth soon would not be.
The healthy old woman constantly complained.
The Godly old woman steadfastly remained.
When Agnes died, the whole town wept.
Poor children by her little grave slept.
The dogs and cats in the alley howled.
The complainer around her tombstone prowled.
The complainer lived to be one hundred and three;
each day hating more of the world she'd see.
She never knew what a help she could be.
She was dead while she lived.
Neither kindness, or love had she.
But Agnes, though she died,
lives with God for eternity.
Janet Marie Bingham
Categories:
bingham, bereavement, christian, death of
Form:
Rhyme
Assailed upon all sides; trapped, like a rat without his cheese.
Though I wore quite fancy shoes, there were no socks upon my feet,
When I fought the heathens and, met defeat, at the Pillar Of Muhamete.
Through a wall of living flesh I hacked; my trusty hatchet, my only tool.
On a bloody muddy Monday morning, before the Temple of Kabul.
Great green spiders big as tanks, did we ride to meet enemy ranks,
And the sky was the hue of lemons, as we made war on the Plains of Singahlee.
When the cannons melted, I said "chuck it", then with a broomstick and a bucket,
Did I storm the castle of the Great Caliph. With a cabin boy creeping , at my knee.
With a lantern strapped to my head, I broached the tower gate to set the captives free!
When it seemed our lines would crack, I urged the regiment to the attack;
Our war wagons pulled by eight foot frogs, imported from the gates of hell.
When bullets ran low, we threw rocks; til at last we waved our members.
To show ourselves unafraid, we stipped to aprons our mums had made,
Then went raging down the hillsides, with a shrieking girlish yell.
One Bullock Pete he died that day; Big Dick Willie; hewed in twain in the fray.
But the blue balls boys of Bingham held the line! The blood flowed like cheap wine.
Smoke and screams filled the air, like cheap perfume in a whore's lair.
Amidst the fire and the smoke, I did a softshoe and told a joke.
And an old vaudeville routine nearly saved the day on that battlefield afar.
We ran like possums through the trees, In our boots and BVDs.
We may have lost the bloody battle, but we won the flipping war!
Categories:
bingham, parodywar, war,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
THE GOOD SHEPHERD
Jesus, precious Savior,
You lead Your sheep along
never raising Your voice to them
even when something goes wrong.
For that would scare Your sheep.
You love them with Your song
as they faithfully follow You
everywhere You walk along.
Without You, they would scatter
with wolves so very near;
they would separate and die,
but Your voice gives them no fear.
You are strong and play the harp
and Your sheep drift off asleep.
Each one trusting in His Master,
for His Master never sleeps.
Janet Marie Bingham
Categories:
bingham, bible, blessing, devotion, how
Form:
Rhyme
Vicky is an archer, born on the 14th of April,
In 1977, and started getting that archery thrill,
In 2010 when she competed for the first time:
She found archery thru a friend’s lucid dime.
She lives in Malvern in Worcester, England,
So she trains in Lillishall in Shropshire’s land,
At the National Sports & Conference Centre,
Where there are facilities and lots of banter.
Her coach since 2013 is Rikki Bingham, tough,
She’s right-handed, not left, it does the stuff,
Vicky throws 26” long arrows at weight 24lbs,
And she went international in 2014, grounds.
Indeed, at the Euro Para events in Switzerland,
She shoot a new WR to get a silver garland,
Then at the Para Worlds, in Holland at Almere,
She won a bronze and a coherent team silver.
And then in 2016 again at the European Paras,
But this time in Saint Jean de Monts in France,
Vicky gained another individual bronze medal,
So she is also going to Rio de Janeiro to treadle.
Categories:
bingham, body, sports, strength, world,
Form:
Heroic Couplet