Best Hawley Poems
The Lord is my Caregiver indeed
I shall not be anxious of my health’s need
He makes me to relax, from pressures to be freed
He leads me toward serenity with His comforting deed.
He restores my soul against guilt’s pain
He guides me in the paths of faith exercise-terrain
Toward practice of sharing and goodness-gain
For His name’s honour without strain.
Yes, though I walk for physical strength, and not ride
I will enjoy; fighting fears of weight I cannot hide
For He is with me, my Saviour, Shepherd,* Redeemer and guide
His wisdom and counsel direct my steps not to backslide.
He prepares a table with nutritious food before my sight
In the presence of sweet delicacies’ tempting blight
He feeds me along festive nourishing delight
My appetite is savored well and right.
Surely kindness of His spirit will flow
And I will continually thank Him, making me glow.
*Psalms 23:1 The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
(Dramatic Monologue in Rhyme)
May 15, 2024
Poem of the Week, May 19-25
3rd place, "Modern Version Psalms 23" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Miranda Hawley; judged on 5/22/2024
Choose wisely your what guards your heart; for we are products of our environment.
Written: October 21, 2023, For Miranda Hawley Contest
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We must mightily mold matches in this life.
Actions must be taken to forestall strife.
We stop at every junction to demarcate.
What we decide will determine our fate.
Our upbringing has a significant impact on us.
Those who belong to us shape our solid fuss.
Be wary of who you let into your inner circle.
Because their vitality could be a hurdle.
You should stay away from the negative.
Things that are poisonous and deceptive
Smacking serves the strength to spread.
And impel your emotions to grow in dread.
Avoid those who induce stress at a distance.
Who twists a grin into a gesture of riddance?
Wrap yourself in a quilt of affection and rely
And witness your spirit soar across the sky.
Written: October 29, 2023, For Miranda Hawley Sonnet Contest
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In a quiet dream, voice, peace, and stillness
Where time stays still and dread of the wildness
A peaceful moment in the sky's embrace
I crystallize brightness through scenic grace.
Splashing birds and water swirl in the stream.
Birds fly with grace, darting if they're a dream.
Nature starts to portray its symphony.
Peace song tale that is yet epiphany
Surface ripples twiddle a peaceful dance.
A serene and reflective sparkle chance
So dulcet in this universe of peace.
I'm wrapped in it right now, sensing at ease.
Silence is where wisdom and calm reside.
As oceans slowly bear their secret side.
Written: November 19, 2025, for contest sponsored by Miranda Hawley
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A kestrel’s shadow cleaves the obsidian dune,
as windblown kelp rustles to the tunes of oblivion
Peace is stillness between twin eclipses—
moonlight twisted, time blurred.
Love is a dream: a stranger wrecks a comet.
You wake with stardust on your palms.
Understanding is a prism—splitting ego into spectra:
Some mend, others sever the soul.
Mercy is rain without proclivity—
Falling on tombs, orchids, nests, and cribs.
Written: August 26, 2023
Personification Of The Elements Sponsored by: Miranda Hawley
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I hear the echoes of a distant time,
As wailing gnats embrace the wind chime,
Their tiny wings are a symphony of sorrow
In the winnowing winds—their cries borrow,
For now, I am but a freshwater stream
Trapped between valleys, a mere dream,
But deep within my soul, a fire burns,
A longing to break free—to bear my turns.
I crave to be an ocean, wild and vast,
Where waves crash and dreams are cast
Touching continents with a powerful might
Drawing them closer, day and night.
My power is at its—height
As the sun shines with all its might
Air and water temperatures rise,
Underneath—cerulean skies.
A swirl of water and air my power unleashed,
Destroying all in my path—unappeased,
With every twist and turn, chaos ensues
As I revel in the destruction I choose.
The cool air wafts off lakes so serene,
Mixing with the heat above—creating a scene.
The surface of the lakes, now disturbed,
Ripples and rages, as if it were perturbed.
With furious eyes of fiery red,
I unleash my wrath—filled with dread
A tempest of fury—a dance of might
Engulfing the world in a relentless fight
No shelter can protect—no fortress can stand,
Against the force of my wrath, so grand
I tear through cities, leaving ruins behind.
Leaving no trace of mercy for mankind.
Miranda
Witty, wife, sister, mother
Sister of Cindy
Lover of freedom, grace, and hugs.
Who feels close to God, much love from my husband and the need to help
Who fears car crashes, dogs and my last daughter at home leaving.
Who would like to see, the country from a cab of an 18 wheeler, island sunset and plays on the stage.
Resident of Buchanan MI
Hawley
I care and I search for the favor of God...
grateful for breath of life, strength to pursue fulfillment-bliss
as His steward, assured with victory over indolence.
I care as I search for the grace of the Lord...
along eternal life's joy, midst moments to smile while at work
even trying to touch someone with lovingkindness.
I care while I search for pardon from the Saviour...
admitting my complaining manner, discontentment over blessings
unforgiving attitude, towering pride, overwhelming selfishness.
I care likewise to search for hope midst prayer toward the Almighty...
that my faith would increase toward helpful deeds, love would indeed flourish
and wisdom would abound against grievous choices.
I care indeed and I search for the way and truth, exalting Christ...
while leading others to His peace with jubilant heart and glad* spirit.
*Psalm 70:4 Let all those that seek thee rejoice and be glad in thee: and let such as love thy salvation say continually, Let God be magnified.
July 7, 2020
edited on October 5, 2023
1st place, "What to Search For" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Miranda Hawley; judged on 10/11/2023
**THE MAN AND THE PEANUT**
Who was George Washington Carver?, black educator and scientist;
and maybe even some crimes he tried to abolish;
Then he devoted special attention to agriculture development;
From the sweet potatoes;
He developed things like dyes,
from clay,
to dandelions,
to tomatoes;
Making paints from cattle manure;
Making that he was more sure-of;
The Peanut he saved;
His artwork in the many painted pictures he had made;
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**The Man and The Peanut**
Who was George Washington Carver that black man and the peanut;
He who helped bring the world's agriculture development together but...
What of the Hawley Smoot tariff bills;
Dr. Carver appeared and the farmers said go to the hills;
Went but more he came to change the farmers will;
Went on to till it carried the tariff bill, even still;
Dr. Carver was "THE MAN AND THE PEANUT"
His many all night experiments put him in a bit of a rut;
He was made Collaborator in the BUREAU OF PLANT INDUSTRY, not then belonging to human ecology;
He was put in front of the broad of disease and mycology;
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Yes!, Dr Carver was "THE MAN AND THE PEANUT"
OH, and he was sometimes called the original peanut man;
But thought they tried to put him down, he always did what he could and;
Those COMMENCEMENT EXERCISES IN TUSKEGEE ran... a rush;
The peoples of the town made there number one man a bronze bust;
Yes!! This original Mr. Planters Son;
Near the end was a member of the Royal Society of Arts in London;
(Bet you didn't know) Now that GEORGE WASHINGTON CARVER never was sworn, to live a life of defilement;
But sometime the world wonders where the famous man and the peanut:
by _)@mes /__ee
10/12/70
Written words by James Edward Lee©1970, 2019
Written @ North High School 1970 for Class assignment
The 80's electronic band
The Human League
Came from Sheffield England
My home town
Phil Oakey
The lead singer
Had his hair short on one side
The over long hanging down.
He met the two girl singers
Who were dancing
In the crazy Daisy pub
He liked what he saw
and singed them up
To go on tour.
Such hits as 'Being boiled'
'Mirror man'
'Don't you want me''
And''The sound of the crowd'
Were played in many clubs and bars
Often loud.
He is one of the reasons I play synthesizers
Myself today
Now bald as a badger
His famous long locks gone
But he still writes
And can still sing a song.
Other local bands, Def leopard, Heaven 17, ABC ,Pulp, Artric monkeys,
Jarvis cocker, Joe cocker, Richard Hawley,
Living in a box, Baby bird, Paul Carrick, Tony Christie. Rev and the Makers, and many others.
Peter Dome.copyright.2014. march.
Search That Bus (6 Lines or Less) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Miranda Hawley
Hey gals and gents
Keep busing along every little step
From stop to stop every little step counts
Be following your ABC's
And crossing your T's
For no Amber gets left behind
1st Place Contest Winner
A learner journey is never done,
For there are always needs to be won.
And the learner needs to repeat the lesson
But the soul of the learner always questions.
Learners wish success in the avid span of insight.
Reaching for stars, they let curiosity flow delight.
I feared taking my first step, but I had to prepare.
I fell, yet I rose to protect my image and bear.
With every stage, I improved my score.
My expertise and skills started to soar.
I met some pals and learned from each other.
And finally, I became a teacher and discover.
It's not always obvious to understand.
It may be swirls and turns beyond command.
I'm still learning, even as I reach incredibly high
Through wins and trials, that illuminates the sky.
Written: June 09, 2023
Phrases Used:
1. And the learner needs to repeat the lesson
6. that illuminates the sky
Random Phrases Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Miranda Hawley
Written: April 12, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Miranda Hawley
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You were not entirely missed
Unwinding under shade of woods
reclining on a playground bench
sagged, sapped, and aged knees
glancing at a spewed limestone
Spotted lying on the ground
limestone was not a mountain
separating you from my character
It's just something on earth
It calls for your attention
We are waiting for sunrise
both at night and daylight
deep down in concept, drawn
security guards at the gate
sitting here, quietly, we wait.
Wrinkle, wrinkle, dress white shirt,
stains are gone; it’s rid of dirt.
But the crumpled, rumpled look
needs some shaking, so I shook.
How to iron, I did not learn.
If I tried, your shirt might burn;
wear a jacket, do not fret.
Wrinkles vanish when you sweat.
When you take it off, with care
hang it up, the hanger’s there.
That should keep it wrinkle-free;
if it stinks, spray with DEGREE.
May 6, 2023
Miranda Hawley / Mother Goose Grows Up (Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star)
Traffic Safety Poetry Contest
Miranda Hawley
It's a happy-sad ending hour at many bars
Where the parking lots are fool of cars
Where many of these spiteful patrons arrive
And then drink over the limit and some nose-dive
Mothers against drunk driving are calling
Fix your unruly ways because it’s appalling
Rock-a-Bye money- dream you're on top-
please stay asleep till our worries stop.
Nest eggs are dwindling- balances fall;
lowering checking, savings, and all.
Rock-a-Bye money- values downswing;
much more is needed, we sadly sing.
Flying too fast from each saved-up nest;
try to sleep long and take a good rest.
Rock-a-Bye money, please don't you see
you're the support for all and for me.
Crisp dollar bills, coins shiny and bright-
please stay asleep to stop taking flight.
Rock-a-Bye money, pray you're not trash;
please close your eyes to this market crash.
If the banks fail, all cradles will fall;
down we'll all come- you, me, one and all.
May 7, 2023
Contest: Mother Goose Grows Up
Sponsor: Miranda Hawley
Parody of Rock-a-Bye Baby