Best Glue Poems
When I was just a little boy, my mother said to me
"Since birth I've filled your heart with love, to give away for free
So be a cheerful giver and it always will come back
Just spread it everywhere you go and love you'll never lack"
It made me kind to everyone, I always wore a smile
Never met a stranger and I'd go that extra mile
There always were so many friends, that liked to hang around
Until one day I met a girl, who stole it and left town
That first heartbreak, oh how I cried, felt all my love was gone
Found out my pride, now hurt inside, for being strung along
Angered by rejection, to this day still have the scar
Right when I thought my life would end, a whispered, "There you are"
I hung my head to hide my tears, my mom sat on the bed
She softly said, "It'll be alright", then gently raised my head
I saw her tears fall from her cheek, I asked, "What are you crying for?"
She said,"These are a mother's special tears so you won't hurt anymore.
I saved these tears, just for this day, I knew that it would come
How love can up and walk away and leave your poor heart numb
These special tears will mend your heart, they are called mother's glue
Then fill it up with love again, then you'll be good as new
You'll not forget just how it feels to take and not to give
These tears of love will last you now as long as you shall live"
She wrapped her arms around me and her tears fell down on me
Each time since then, my heart's been broke, her tears are what I see
by Daniel Turner
I must admit that I ain't very handy with hammer and nails,
And am hopelessly at sea when figurin' technical details.
As to fixin' things with fancy tools, I haven't a clue,
But I'm a whiz at usin' duct tape, balin' wire and super glue!
Tho' it's somewhat unwieldly and it sure ain't too ornate,
Balin' wire can be used in an emergency as hinges for a gate!
'Tis perfect for securin' the droopin' bumper on my automobile,
And for supportin' the saggin' muffler, balin' wire is ideal!
No doubt you'll bond at least two fingers together, 'tis true,
But, Oh! The myriad of things to be fixed with super glue!
'Tis good for repairin' artificial teeth when in a pinch,
And for mendin' broken shards and earrings, 'tis a cinch!
How can we ever thank the feller who invented duct tape enough!
It holds the universe together! Life without it would be tough!
It'll patch anything, gag a spouse, keep a man's toupee in place;
Why! It was even used to repair Apollo 13 in outer space!
With these marvels of the modern age I can tackle any situation,
Fixin' things with simple application and heady innovation.
Why should I be thwarted usin' nails, screws, staples and such,
When duct tape, super glue and balin' wire are my sturdy crutch!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Like sparks trailing
from a million, billion fireflies,
a single thought limns a trillion suns.
From the first small bonfire
flickering across four million years,
whose light imprints itself
upon the canvas backdrop
of a feckless, barely cohesive Infinity,
the matter of man, no more than
the past, transmogrifies the future --
denies the import of "real" or "black"
or any other type of matter.
Yet existing, it defines the local locus
of now and when ... and how and then.
The freezing cold of space
burns like energy backfiring on itself.
Somewhere, celestial lightshows
flare across parsecs of near emptiness.
Liquid oxygen fuels
the laboring lungs of multitudes,
singing out the music of the spheres,
maestros of a trillion symphonies,
platelets in the lifeblood of the Universe.
Like a Coriolis wave that imprints itself
upon a formless sandstorm,
a thought burns itself
into the very fabric of Eternity,
opens like a budding flower,
and initiates its own realities.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ibPT24qMTw
Author notes
Je suis un Capricorn.
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This is my Desiderata.
Written December 2nd, 2005
I'm telling you
Invest in super glue...
Glue super dudes's balls to his shoe,
Then what kind of running around can he do?
Form:
( MOTHERS GLUE )
I wonder how she does it, holding it together the way she does.
It seems no matter how life gets out of place she puts it back the way it was.
It's always been a mystery, but I guess it must be true.
That there is nothing stronger than a mother's love when she uses Mother's Glue.
Now Mother's Glue is not a recipe, or that sticky stuff used in art.
But it's that special love that mothers use to keep your life from falling apart.
It's the way she is always there to listen so you know that everything will be okay.
It's that special bonding hug she gives you to help you make it through the day.
It's the way she is able to touch your face and hold the tears away.
It's the way she stays up all night with you to hold the fears away.
It's the way she makes the sacrifice because she'll do anything for you.
Because she knows you just wouldn't make it if she didn't use Mother's Glue
But, if you're still not sure then ask her, and I'll bet she'll just smile at you.
Because a mother never uses words, she just uses Mother's Glue.
(c) Jasmine Paul 11-22-2014
Dust piles up just like trash at the dump.Rust eats through metal just like cancer eats through us.Glue holds things in place but it wont hold me if you get in my face (what a waste) cuz I'm the glue that will put you in your place.
The bond we share
Can’t compare
No words to describe
Just how we feel
Our friendship grew
Into the love we hold
Deep within our souls
We get along
So much more
Than was expected
The happiness that’s ours
Grows and grows
Hour by hour
Being together
Is just so special
Our love glows
For all to see
The future is ours
Forever and always
We will be
Stuck together
Strong like glue
Bickering sunlight,
I must leave now.
Just when it was getting good
The pitcher pitched back,
With the juices starting to flow.
So settle your hounds,
Bottle your wings,
Or watch the glass smash in the mirror.
My mind is witches glue.
Audacious, vile, spooking your spine
Into living again.
'Romance is the glue
that bonds two hearts
together
forever true.''
Peter Dome.copyright.2013.
Oh what shall I do
To keep you from leaving me
What about this glue?
I could mix it in a bag...
Hoping to hold onto you
Reach inside and stick
To me always, bag and hand
What a dirty trick
To keep you and not let go
Yet I'm slapped and called a prick!
Johnny Sumler
"Bag of Tricks"
7-10-11
God’s Love Is the Glue for Relationships!
I often hear of broken relationships.
Harsh actions taken
and broken friendships…
Even in many of the Christian homes…
There’s things being acted out,
in the “danger zones.”
Families are often being ripped apart…
A broken relationship… A broken heart…
Read what’s said in 1 Cor. Chapter 13 …
Do people read this scripture?
Does it mean anything???
Perhaps if people would
put their anger aside…
And ask the Lord to remove
all hostility and pride.
This could be the start of
a brand new beginning.
With God on your side…
You’re sure to be winning!
Everything in our lives, God understands!
Let’s come together.. In prayer… Hand in hand!
Let’s stop thinking whom to blame.
And walk in the love and forgiveness
of Jesus’ name!
We’re all equal before God. Our sins are many.
Those seeking God’s forgiveness… Are there any?
It’s Christ’ desire… Before this day is out…
To find what his way of living is all about!
Only his love can bind all
of our hearts together…
And be the “glue” that will
bind our lives forever!
By Jim Pemberton 09/01/15
On that second part
You perked it up before I ever even put my tongue on it
was a turn-on.
Form:
My sister Bridget loves her widgets,
the box-set goes beyond her digits,
never mind, she is addicted,
that's not what we predicted.
To save money, she tries to convince,
as no TV licence does she subscribe,
but a million box-sets no word of a lie.
It's ironing I need the boxes for,
it piles up from the floor,
her lies galore, we try to ignore.
Twelve hours a day she watches gore,
neglecting those at her core,
she simply can't fit in anymore.
But that's okay cause life's a chore,
it's box-sets, so I'm not a bore,
Hustle, Spook's behind closed door.
NCIS, Gibbs isn't for me,
nor is the notorious box-set Glee,
It's Grey's Anatomy, that's fine with me.
Bones, a forensic scientist I am,
Shield is the agent I want to be,
but ironing is my destiny.
I shame myself through box-set guilt,
instead I should be making a quilt,
but on the sofa I tend to lilt.
My son is home, husband too,
there's no time for box-set glue,
a family I know, we are but true.
It's nice and sticky,it's white and runny
If you really stare at it you will think it is funny
You use it at school, you use it on paper
When you get home eat a vanilla wafer
So if you think I'm silly the notion is true
You better watch out I have elmers glue
I thought that this feeling
Of falling/flying and pain/healing
Would all just go away
But there's a gaping hole in my heart
That grows each day
There's always this pulling at my heart
Just listen, you might actually hear it breaking
Each snag is just another crack in my red mirror
No matter how hard I try to fix it,
It's as if the tape and glue weren't meant to be there
My memories of us flood my mind
But as my mirror cracks, tears pool my hazel eyes
They say to wait for the right person, for that one special kiss
I never felt that until him, and I felt those sparks glow
Now he's gone
And as I feel everything inside of me tearing apart
I know now that I should have hid that spark
Because he doesn't feel the same
Now he's moved on, yes, he's gone.
I see him once in a while
Laughing, acting as if nothing had ever happened
Oh, how I wish I could forget as quickly as he had
But unfortunately the damage is done
And no matter how much I repair my mirror
The glue and tape fall off.