Best Card Poems
And there you were -
blue cap and jersey, white pants
bat held high above the shoulder
cocked and ready to swat one out
in that perfect stance of yours...
Shoulder turned, name half visible
(Proud you were to wear that name
Proud was I you wore that name)
Yes there you were -
smiling that smile of yours...
Cocky, confident, ready-or-not smile
The kind of smile of someone who
was exactly where he belonged
exactly where he wanted to be
in that very place, that very moment
doing what he was born to do
Fulfilling his destiny...
(Yes that's my boy out there
Yes he IS a good player isn't he?)
So there you were -
An all-star you were, oh yes, a star
a shining, glittering star but:
Stars are born to flame out, die
We are all born to die it is said
Seems only the best of us die young
and far too soon, too soon
You died too soon...
Christmas day so full of joy,
putting a smile on my face.
Inspiring your eldest boy
with love. I say grace
I am fortunate to have
a mother like you.
No matter the distance between us,
Your love will shine through.
You've made me what I am today.
Molded me into Asavvy man.
Being there, supporting my dreams.
Doing everything you can.
I say thank you Mom,
for all that you have done.
My muse, my backbone, my mother, I love you.
Sincerely,
Your eldest son......
Jared Pickett
Asavvy1
12/18/05
I splashed out on this greetings card,
It cost me 50p,
I thought that you were worth it,
For putting up with me.
But yours, I know, will cost far more,
(Perhaps a quid or two),
But that’s because I’m worth far more,
For putting up with you.
I was feelin depressed, sick with the flu
Had all that I feared finally come true?
All my dreams up in smoke, burnt up and charred
When Carolyn sent me a Christmas card
Thought “What's the damn use? The Devil's got hold
So tired of this game; I think I'll just fold
Found the right path but the gate has been barred"
When Carolyn sent me a Christmas card
Read one line and cracked an overdue smile
(I guess I could do at least ONE more mile)
Helping me see that it's SIMPLE, not hard
When Carolyn sent me a Christmas card...
For My friend: Carolyn Devonshire
This is a re-write of a poem written on: 12/6/2009...Carolyn was among the first
to welcome me to the Soup and yes, she even sent me a Christmas card...
We write to you, your elfin crew,
To wish you joy and cheer!
For Christmas is upon us now -
The climax of our year.
We've toiled together - unified,
In our allotted crews.
And now we're stuck in training,
With barely time to schmooze.
The toys are wrapped, the sleigh is packed,
And Rudolph's fidgety.
Soon you will be making rounds,
As is the policy.
But though this yule is almost nigh,
Our merry Christmas vibe,
Is tempered by the memory,
Of those whom we survive.
Let's not forget the bristling sprite,
From northern twinkle-land.
Who's wisdom and composure,
Helped our vision to expand.
And over waves, across the sea,
The imp with shiny pate.
A knowledge store of rare repute,
And empathy, innate.
We can't forget the trollish clown,
Our western-most remote.
Who's antics in the darkest hours,
Kept our hearts afloat,
The reindeer trainers will be missed!
So poised and capable...
Were they in their instructions -
Irreplaceable!
So Santa, sir, we write to you,
That you may not forget.
The legacy of our brother elves,
And the hole which they have left.
Please strive to know our jobs' detail,
With depth and clarity.
And leave us not unbalanced,
Chasing prosperity.
Enjoy your well deserved respite,
As you rest and sip your brew,
We wish you Merry Christmas,
Your wearied elfin crew.
you build high your dreams
with these card houses
as you stack them against walls
yet your eyes are closed
to life, so how can you see
what it is you hold?
you think you hold all the aces
in those battered fists of yours?
(be careful of the winds)
they may come tumbling down
care to gamble,
take a chance?
I can tell you
before you place your bet
the deck's not full
it never really is
it's just a game
nothing more
nothing less
and you can never win
go ahead ante up
the stakes are high
when the pots full of fire
just be careful of the winds
they may huff and puff
and blow your house down
it was never balanced anyhow
you just never saw
He waltzed into the barroom
Announcing his name was Jack
He had a peg-leg, three fingers gone
And on his left eye wore a patch
His teeth that weren’t missing
Shined of glimmering gold
He ordered a bottle of whiskey
And then this story he told
He talked with an accent
That sounded really strange
Seems he mined for diamonds
In a South African mountain range
For months he lived alone there
Just him and his two mules
Digging day and night
Looking for them jewels
Says that he hurt his leg
And gangrene did set in
A village doctor amputated
Anesthesia was a case of gin
Thieves cut his fingers off
Stealing his diamond rings
But where the other rocks were hid
They could not make him sing
Now he is a rich man
Living the life of luxury
He bought drinks for everyone
Saying, “The next round is on me”
Then that grizzly old rich man
Waltzed back out the door
And the one-eyed Jack of Diamonds
Was seen never more
For Paula Swanson's, "Pick A Card" contest
I love you in the morning
I love you in the night
I love you without scorning
I love you with my might
Save your kisses just for me
Save your caresses too
Save your song of what will be
Save your words of love so true
Say you’ll be my Valentine
Say you’ll be mine forever
Say you’ll love me for all time
Say you’ll leave me never
***
*God's
light
shines
brightly
on our way
What a joyful day!
Let’s all celebrate today!
It’s our Lord Jesus Christ’s birthday!
Share love and joy while we adore HIM and pray!
Our burdens, concerns, workloads-- set them all aside,
Spirit of Christmas is now here to comfort, unload and reside!
Its whitest wings of love are flapping upon us to lift and guide!
(@) (@) (@) Sing (@) (@) (@)
* * Dance * * *
Forget
Forgive
GIFTBOXES Remember GIFTBOXES
LORDJESUS God’s most precious BABYJESUS
LORDJESUS Son Jesus is His biggest gift BABYJESUS
LORDJESUS Is now unwrapped in our hearts BABYJESUS
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL MY DEAR TPS AND POET FRIENDS!
MAY THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS BRINGS YOU AND YOUR
FAMILY/LOVED ONES COUNTLESS GOD'S BLESSINGS AND
JOY! hugs..hugs
(This poem is not for contest. It's only written to
lovingly greet everyone here. Sorry for coming
late to read, comment, greet reply and others
coz I got sick. )
I was working for Jack Daymond, a farmer,
who farmed livestock, potatoes and vines.
I s’pose he had over two hundred cattle.
The spuds and the grapes grew in lines.
Oh gawd! Jack had me slaving ‘til sunset,
keeping his farm spick and span.
Jack kept his eyes on the produce,
while I was his cleaning up man.
And that meant me days were all busy,
spraying and killing off weeds,
grubbing out hundreds of tussocks,
before the darn thing set its seeds.
Sometimes old Jack was a good bloke,
he’d jump in with a fine helping hand,
and we’d spend our day in the paddock,
destroying the weeds on his land.
We were digging out plenty of thistles,
in the north paddock up near the creek,
and we worked like a couple of Trojans
clearing what should have taken a week.
Then a voice loudly filled up the air.
And it was quite menacing too.
A bloke in a suit was striding to us,
declaring his strong point of view.
“Mr. Daymond, I am here to warn you,
that I represent government’s need.
It appears that with government water,
that your quota you far did exceed.”
“I’m here to check your irrigation,
and make sure you’re not being unfair.”
Jack Daymond replied “Do what you must,
but don’t go in that paddock up there.”
The bloke in the suit became snaky,
standing over poor Jack with a leer,
“Don’t tell me where I can or can’t go,
See this card that I am holding here.”
“This card is a reminder to you,
I have authority over your land.
I am allowed to go wherever I wish,
have I made myself clear? Do you understand?'
Jack looked down at the card in his hand,
and knew there’s no sense to rebound,
so Jack nodded politely and joined me,
grubbing thistles from out of the ground.
It appeared that Jack had been beaten,
and in silence he’s taking it hard,
between thistles he gazed to the paddock,
at the bloke who had shown him the card.
But then a grin formed on his face,
we heard yelling like never before,
for the bloke in the suit he was sprinting,
and it’s something we cannot ignore.
Jack beat me on reaching the fence.
With the bloke in the suit in full flight,
and hot in pursuit was Jack’s Jersey bull,
with a look that was all sheer delight.
As the bloke in the suit got beside us,
with the bull behind him by a yard,
Old Jack cupped his hands and yelled out -
“Your card! Your card! Show him your card!”
Winter is the last to the stage
The headlining act
Of a year almost gone
It has a few show stoppers up its sleeve
As Christmas and New Year
Prepare to put their best show on
Patiently waiting in the wings
Seeing Spring, Summer and Autumn
All take to the stage and perform
Its hard to follow in their footsteps
But winter hopes despite its coldness
To keep you happy and keep you warm
Happy Christmas
With love
For a new year soon to be
Have a wonderful time
This winter
With love from the heart of me....
February fourteenth is Valentine's day, a day for love and lovers is on it's way. I enjoy your cards and candy too, and flowers that fill the room.
Must admit all are very nice,
but being by my side is my prize. As the day approaches, my card and heart are ready to say~ I Love Just You Everyday.
Date Written: 12/27/20222
2 Place
Valentine Gift Card Creation Contest
Sponsored by: Bobby May
To My Sweet Sister Whom I Love Dearly
May your day be filled with healing and hope,
during this difficult time, must learn to cope-
See the majesty in the sky when loss prevails,
and find the shore when sea storm impales.
I wear empathy for you this struggling day,
my only wish is to take your pain away-
I pray for you and your anguish too deep,
may your prayers ease you as you sleep.
Thinking of you TODAY, ALWAYS and FOREVER
~I LOVE YOU~
With all my love and sympathy,
Me
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I chose 'sympathy'
Date - 2.18.20
Occasional Poetry Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
of joy’s single tear
the substance of a lifetime
spurring eyes upward
as a body freezes cold
God’s servant leaves calling card
9/3/2021
Had Cut Up My Card
memory was marred
and my eyes were even starred
cut up my each card
Jim Horn
My poems are not supposed
to make any sense or should
they really be.