Best Fit Poems
Sometimes the pieces fit so well together
It's almost impossible to see the seams
for me sweetie, you are the perfect fit
Before the beginning we were meant to be
It's almost impossible to see the seams
Just being with you has fixed all my cracks
I truly feel you have made me more complete
For me sweetie, you are the perfect fit
Just being with you has fixed all my cracks
Our days together have calmed my spirit
I have found a place of rest within your embrace
I truly feel you have made me more complete
Our days together have calmed my spirit
I am no longer afraid of my dreaming
You have shown me that dreams really do come true
I have found a place of rest within your embrace
I am no longer afraid of my dreaming
Before the beginning we were meant to be
You have shown me that dreams really do come true
Sometimes the pieces fit so well together!
Merry Christmas Sweetie, you have gifted me a life beyond my best imaginings.
HER LITTLE HANDS, YOUR PERFECT FIT.
She loved the fit
Yours were big, calloused and hard
Working hands you called em
Hers’ were soft, small
Angel hands you liked to tease her
Yet you held her ooh so tenderly
And you never smashed her up
Her little hands dirty with mud
You held them under the rushing water
She tried to catch the rainbow bubbles
As you scrubbed them clean...her little hands.
She watched you clean
And begged to help
You smiled and held her little hands
‘’they are so small this hands
Wait till they grow,’’ you said
But still you helped her think she helped.
She watched your hands till the land
And guide her little growing hands,
You smiled and said “my angel is growing.”
She watched them grow gain strength
She watched them learn all you could teach them
Well now she laughs and says,” sit and rest put your feet up
My little hands will help you now.”
Her little hands your perfect fit.
I'm Restless and defeated
Feeling overwhelmed and cheated
My Plate about to topple
Don't you dare pop that waffle
Shut your mouth and the door
Clean the dog pee off the floor
Fit to be tied, mouth foaming
Computer died, phone roaming
Don't look at me with that cheesy grin
My patience, like ice, that's growing thin
Just finished my Alaskan shower
Thanks to you bathing for an hour
Spent my last dollar topping off my tank
Just to find, my car won't crank
Pants ripped when I bent over
Picking up a 3 leafed clover
Dog ran off, didn't think he'd go far
As luck would have it, he was hit by a car
thought we'd spend the day, saying goodbye
Would you believe, he didn't die
At the vet, running up my credit
I'll revise my budget again and re edit
Sporting a cone around his head
The doctor said he should be hand fed
It's ok, I have time to spare
Out of work due to an allergy flare
Looking like a blowfish with chicken pox
Hamster got loose at the delight of a fox
Kids called the cops for animal abuse
Handcuffed for 2 hours before they let me loose
Neighborhood kids, come knocking
I wish I could say it was the least bit shocking
Leaving doors open, letting in the flies
I hide in the bathroom and find I have spies
Little feet under the shower curtain
Bottoms spanked, hands hurtin
Crawl in the bed at 1 a.m.
Sleep for 5 hours, then do it again
He won’t fit inside a church
He won’t fit inside a thought
He won’t fit inside a hope
Yet He fits inside a heart
He is light and He is love
He lavishes us, each one, with good
He restores us when we doubt
He reminds us we can always surmount
The enemies that seems to cloud
Our joy, our hope, our inspiration
The feelings that create in us
A grace that rains down His love
He won’t fit inside a dream
He won’t fit inside a house
He won’t fit inside a song
Yet He will fit inside the soul
He is the wonder that leads us on
The feeling of promise that teaches our hearts
The beauty and joy of knowing His love
Abides within us, where He will fulfill us
He is the kindness and the strength
That brings us beyond all the sorrow and grief
He destroys the darkest dread, despair
Reassures our hearts that we always have a prayer
He won’t fit inside a star
He won’t fit inside a cathedral
He won’t fit inside a religion
Yet, He will fit inside the spirit
He is wise and He is trustworthy
His light reflects the peace that is His
Sign – His crest – His insignia that suggests
He knows our hearts, our souls, our spirits
He tears down all the walls we’ve built
With our worries, our fears and our suspicions
He shows us how to love, unconditionally, completely
With a love that He inspires, rousing inside
The one who knows He is the answer to each prayer
The reason for our desires, our hopes, our dreams
The reason for our joy, our kindness, our faith
The reason for a love that lives throughout eternity
He won’t fit inside a mind
But He will fit inside a life!
1 Kings 8:27 (KJV) – But will God indeed dwell on the earth? Behold, the heaven and heaven of heavens cannot contain thee; how much less this house that I have builded?
It caught her when she didn’t expect,
Attacking her in a tight whirl,
It came at her from out of the blue,
To put her into a swirl,
And there was nothing at all that she could do,
Nothing to stop the snorts,
Nothing to stop her belly ache laughing,
From laughing at the silliest thoughts,
These fits of laughter they had their own plan,
Ignoring her every desire,
To stop them, calm them, pack them away,
Instead her laughter got higher,
Each nerve in her body had gone to a party,
Her body became a little bit wild,
When the littlest joke was said to her,
When her lips went off in a smile.
His betrayal left a hole in your heart
that yesterday's memories cannot fill.
And anxiety's tearing you apart;
as the trickling tears continue to spill.
Depression is a sticky self-pity web
that holds you in the grip night and day.
And the tides of worry refuse to ebb;
washing your fantasies and dreams away.
When a forever promise gets broken,
there is no way hope can ever fix it.
For trust questions, every word he's spoken,
doubting he was ever a perfect fit.
You may feel your pain will never abate,
but in time, your heart will recuperate.
Out in the field is a bed of chicory,
down along the ditch, wild hydrangeas grow.
Dandelions in the yard are quite tasty,
so is the duckweed by the side of the road.
Wild lettuce, lamb’s quarter, and some wild onions,
there’s watercress, fennel, grape leaves, and cherries.
We also have mallow, milkweeds, oxtails, chives,
Chanterelle mushrooms, morels, and blackberries.
Along with sassafras, raspberries, and more,
you’ll have a lunch that will make your stomach sing.
God bless all of nature’s wonderful bounty,
providing an Ozark meal fit for a king.
My brother is an osprey
with an eagle arrogance
And - although he adores a forest
I have the ‘sauce’ on him - he
abhors pine bathroom spray
His eyes are fire opals of mirth
His laughter - the dusk of an
endless Summer heat
His legs - straddle the valley of death
I picture him in a strong canoe paddling through
a river of garden flowers
his spirit rising with swift wings-
and the will to fall
Suzanne Delaney
My lovely wife is attractive and fit,
She keeping the rule: "Never eat after six".
Six burgers, that all, what she usually eat,
And after the six-seventh hard to affix!
Ant art they are smarts
Bob slob has a big knob
cat rat
can an
dairies
collect
milk at
dinner
cat in the hat looks like
big bumps on the jumps
ping pang pooh do jump pretty ponys ping pong doodle
zing bitty doddlers as fast as you can zing minkey milk
wing cars gin do
zing bars box so
bing howdy food zing to
campfire is loud box to
ting boat can bo
ring goat bee at
bing sign see me
lings cows jumps higher are hoo
sings dogs grow up fast see he
lycian rock tombs
seen from the dalyan river ~
resting place of kings
Built around 400 BC, these impressive rock tombs have been carved out of the limestone rock and was used to inter Lycian Kings, the only way to see them close up is on a river boat trip on the Dalyan river in Turkey.
Just look at me,
I am so old,
my paint if peeling,
from being so cold.
If I could talk,
you would know my pain,
and know I am royalty,
with a very special name.
Once I lived,
in a castle on a hill,
until those thieves,
came to steal.
You guessed it right,
they grabbed me up,
and out the door,
along with other stuff.
Then I was sold,
to a circus in town,
and rocked, and rocked,
all the famous clowns.
A nice lady saw me,
and offered some cash,
bought me new clothes,
with a bright red sash.
When she passed,
I was sold again,
then across the ocean,
to a brand new land.
Now here I sit,
in my brand new home,
again, the center of attention,
it has been so long.
Sometimes I daydream of cannibalism;
Eating the body of myself.
A self driven by inadequacy,
I want to rip myself apart
And feel it die slowly.
As I sit,
Dreams transparing to reality,
I find my teeth clenching the brown.
And damn it hurts.
It hurts so much.
Finding myself
To destroy it,
Another shard is broken from me
As if each time I gnaw against my flesh,
A part of me is taken.
And when I wake,
I find less reason
To care as it pains.
One day
As I nourish my inadequacy-
My want to be needed,
Its roots gripping against
The rotted remains-
There will be emptiness.
Nothing will be left
But a cannibal.
Did you see the gift?
Enveloped in gold
Will I fit the mold?
fit into a shoe-
distances you cannot count
waits for you