Best Caleb Poems
What can be said
about this man
One that is not easy to be read.
His words come to life
Pen to paper
With poetry to his wife
A loving father indeed
Nothing else like it
Teaching and giving all they need.
Mysterious is he
What's in his head
Is he thinking about me
He's not perfect
Mistakes have been made
Things I know he'll correct
He's my best friend
the one I married
A love that will never end
He has been mine
For quite some time
I find he is still so divine.
9/23/1989 - 1/20/2009
Grief dropped like a huge guillotine
on the world of me, my daughter and wife.
My son Caleb was only nineteen,
when too soon he left our life.
He was a marine off on holiday,
with two friends from the base.
They drove to one's family to stay,
and on the way back tragedy took place.
My son's roommate asleep at the wheel,
crossed the median and into traffic.
The driver lived, the others were killed,
the scene surreal and tragic.
He was buried in his uniform of blue,
at the graveside my wife was given a flag.
Shots were fired and Taps were blew,
we felt proud but too hurt to brag.
Grief stayed and filled our home,
condolences were sent, but none were found.
We hid in our house not far to roam,
only to a grave on the edge of town.
Dreams of Caleb soon filled my sleep,
visions of him in heaven the theme.
This is where his memory I keep,
locked away in a pleasant dream.
It's true in time wounds will heal,
but they leave a nasty scar.
When from time to time grief I feel,
I visit Caleb for a dream is not that far.
God saw fit to bless our lives,
with a gift of another precious son.
Grief is weakened as joy deprives
and puts sorrow on the run.
Nine years have passed since that day,
that took Caleb from our life.
I sit and watch my daughter's daughter play,
with young uncle and my wife.
So tonight before I fall asleep,
on knees I'll bow and pray.
I'll ask the Lord my soul to keep
and thank him for the sons he gave
and the one he took away.
Caleb is a noisy boy
With a lot of noisy toys
Like cars that "vroom", "boop" and "crash"
And video games that "boom", "fwoop" and "splash"
He's got air planes that "swoosh" and "swish"
Even has bath toys that bubble like fish
He had a balloon that would soar and whistle
Until it went "pop!" upon a thistle
He bounces his balls up and down the hall
And throws his darts against the wall
He even likes the chatter of checker pieces
And the games he plays with all my nieces
And my nephew, making muscle dolls wrestle
I mean "action figures", they snap like pretzels
And he's not too old to enjoy V-tech
Because he can add his own sound effects
Hissing like snakes, buzzing like dirt dobbers
Now he does war games, cops and robbers
He shoots cap guns "pow", "pow", "pow" in rhythm
We see the enemy and he says, "Let's get 'em!"
Yes I play too, but not as much as he wants
I give out more easily, his energy haunts
Just when I think he's tuckered out like a church mouse
He's screaming and jumping on me in the house
From 6 a.m. until late at night around 9
I love his noises because Caleb is mine
My last name is Culverhouse. My first name is Caleb.
Words that describe me are kind, smart, shy, and curious.
My dad is Wayne C.
My mom is Doris C.
I think the government should get their money cut until they fix things.
I think if my dad could get free time he could be a pro artist!
The only things I fear are stinging bugs, certain spiders, and death.
An animal I like are my three pet geese, ideas are the PS3, and things that are EXPLODING!!!!!
I would love to see Tybee island again.
I would love to see Stone Mountain Park.
I want to go to Myrtle Beach N.C.
I live on Waymanville road
Thomaston G.A.
Written by my son, Caleb C., for school
He is 13 and in the eigth grade.
Man stands high – in Creation - but higher yet she wants to stand!
Before Columbus, trees stood like Sentries, minding communications;
Once these lands were taken, WE hear much of “Supply & Demand,”
Nations weep: gone the Three Sisters and B. Bison from this land
Gone, too, crystal rivers, lakes, Bear Spirit, all Sacred Mountains
Man stands high – in Creation – but higher yet she wants to stand
Sacred tobacco now worth gold, peace pipes we don’t understand
Three Sisters kept apart; Maize is one of our sugar fountains
Once these lands were taken, WE hear much of “Supply & Demand”
Caleb went to Harvard College, against Uncle’s reprimand
First Native grad in ‘65 – before death – from consumption!
Man stands high - in Creation - but higher yet she wants to stand!
That Uncle was a leader on Martha’s Vineyard, Chief Shaman
He saw schools as the means to kill Tradition, shrewd deception;
Once these lands were taken, WE hear much of “Supply & Demand”
Caleb’s death killed Harvard-style Bible Colleges in this land
Trees stay down now, bug and butterfly species showcase declension
Man stands high – in Creation – but higher yet she wants to stand
Once these lands were taken, WE hear much of “Supply & Demand”
(c)Deo, 9/28/2017
CALEB KEY CARTER
OCT. 2, 1981 NOV. 14, 1997
From the first glance inside of me
I smile as I hear your heart beat
So amazed and anxious to meet you
My King.
As I hold you in my arms
I pray for God to shield you from harm
An anointed spirit has come through me
My King
Grow tall my son. Let the wind guide you
Consume all you can. Walk with the heavens beside you
Offer all that you are. Show all that you bring
My King.
Let your presence shine in the midst of darkness
Don't fear. Be strong. God has already grown your harvest
Make your story a song for the angels to sing
My King.
Although young in age my King
There's a man growing in your soul my King
Preparing for a journey of life to unfold
For...
All to know you
All to learn from you
All to seek in you
My King
Come to me he whispered,
And I was happy to comply,
Love, in the highest from shone from his eyes,
Every cell in my body, responded to his voice.
Be mine I whispered
He nodded in reply
Everything I wanted was in him
All my dreams, in him
Rejoice,
Taboo of love, is broken
Caleb
The dawn was steel and gray
The day Caleb came to his senses,
He could smell the kitchen love,
Of Maxwell House and blintzes.
“It’s been too long – he stretched
Since this home was filled with laughter.
On his face split a crooked smile,
For Caleb’s morning after.
The revival meeting ‘neath the canopy
“All day singin’ and dinner on the grounds,”
Went two noisy whooping days,
Dark and light, out of bounds.
“Wonder if I’d be presumptious,”
Now that it’s done and over,
To court Lucy Bell in broad daylight,
Neath that flopping canopy cover.
The singers are gone home
But that’s all right
Lucy Bell’s voice is like song to me,
With or without white moonlight.
“Brush your teeth” came a throated yell,
From the sweet smell the kitchen way;
It wasn’t a yell from Lucy Bell,
“Git up, time to start your day!”
Caleb started and shook, realized
His Lucy Bell was only a dream,
“Git in here, Caleb, grab your knife and fork,”
Monday waits for no man, good or mean!
Caleb, Caleb cutie cream pie
Couldn't keep one candy handy
Sweet tooth times a thirty pearlies
Became loose-y goosey gummy
Jingle bells, Ashley smells
Shirley laid an egg
The truck had a flat
And the deer got away
Hunting days, hunting days
Deers be aware, Caleb has a sharp eye
Packing a hot loaded rifle yeah!
**My eleven year old wrote this
The darkness is filling up my room
nightfall is coming very fast.
Today was really filled with gloom
good thing the days never last.
I look at my closet and there I see
something glaring at me.
It's not that big but it will do
it fills me with joy and not gloom.
This small thing..., it is called hope!
It is always found, even when I mope.
But it's never lost and never goes
and this little thing never slows.
** This poem is in memory of Caleb, the 16 year old who got killed after he accidentaly went into his neighbor's house thinking it was his house and his neighbor thought it was an intruder and shot and killed him.
Caleb spreads his wings out in Heaven.
Flying high with every beat he raps,
But at night he will fly back down.
As he plays sports with the other angels.
By shooting hoops,
Running into the heart of God in his game of football,
And hitting everyone on Earth and in Heaven with a ball filled with his love.
No need to ring a bell to singal him being an angel.
For he always was one.
For his smile always helped him fly with love and helped fill people's hearts with happiness and peace.
In the time-
That I'm afraid-
I will call-
Upon His Name
For in the times-
I have been brave-
I have called-
Upon His Name (Chorus)
The name of the Lord, the name of the Lord
The name of the Lord's Strength and Power
The name of the Lord, the name of the Lord
The name of the Lord's a Strong Tower
And the righteous will run in it and be safe
The righteous will run in it and be saved
In the time-
That I'm afraid-
I will call-
Upon His Name
For in the times-
I have been brave-
I have called-
Upon His Name (Chorus)
(Dedication: For my grandson Axel Caleb)
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Laugh with clear poise
Oomph outlasts noise
Voice well your choice
Etch passion bright
Live precious light
Yes feel what's right
Bright blessings bloom
Lasting cheer rooms
Etch love that booms
Sense succinct stay
Set ample days
Indulge wise ways
Now and here see
Glimpse what will be
Feel play and spree
Opt to be good
Reap wonder's food
Mind well each mood
Yield charming wit
Grace shapes each fit
Reach with true grit
Ask for good cheer
Note wholeness here
Dream of grand spheres
Strive to be wise
Opt to pay price
Niche warm surprise
Apt words and thoughts
eXcel sweet spot
Embrace your lot
Live charming style
Cheer prompts worthwhile
Aim for fine smiles
Love knows the way
Etch rainbow rays
Bloom each new day
Leon Enriquez
25 March 2018
Singapore