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Honey Boo Boo Where Are You

I live in North East Florida 
That's just a hop, skip, and a jump
From the land known as Georgia
Where "Honey Boo Boo" once held court with her mom

If'n you never knew "Honey Boo Boo"
You're in for a treat or more than one
She was a multi car train wreak
That you couldn't turn your bugged eyes away from

First let me explain the state of Georgia
So this family ya'll will understand
Not long ago they re-dirted both paved roads
Said progress was getting way out of hand

So with that said and done son 
With formalities out of the way
Lets turn our attention back to our star attraction
And see what all she had to say

Her fame started out on Toddlers & Tiaras 
Reality shows we all seem to love
From The Crazed Housewives to The Kardashion's
America can not get enough

And since it's on T.V. it's gotta be true
Did you ever try her drink sensation
Of Red Bull and Mountain Dew, she liked to call "Go Go Juice"
It'll put hair on your derriere for extra pad in relaxation 

And who wouldn't want to see a six year old
With that kind of Hellacious Buzz
What went through my mind when I looked at it was
Ahhh, Redneck Motherly Love

So now do you redneckonize her
Where all I just said is quite true
A dolla used to make her holla!
I sure miss "Honey Boo Boo" on the Boob Tube
As I'm sure all of you do too...


Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2017


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My Brother

Too young,
Too soon.
Gone.
Just the other day you were laughing with me,
Just the other day you hugged me.
Just the other day you said “I’ll be home soon!”.
You were just a hop, skip, and a jump across the pond.
You were gonna come home the way you left,
by plane.
They sent you to that war over in the middle east.
You weren't even supposed to be gone for very long.
You were gonna come home,
“Just a short time.” you said,
“Just a quick trip.”.
Just the other day you sent me videos,
To check in on Mom and Dad and our little sister.
You asked if I were on my best behavior and what was happening at home.
Just the other night you told me to have sweet dreams and that’d you’d be home soon.
Just the other day you were laughing,
Just the other day you were smiling,
Just the other day you were talking,
Just the other day you hugged me goodbye,
Just the other day you were warm…
And your heart was beating.
Just the other day you were supposed to come home,
Just the other day there was a knock at the door,
but it wasn't you.
We all rushed to hug and kiss and see you again.
But it wasn't you.
Another soldier,
In his dress uniform.
A solemn look on his face,
A folded flag in his hands.
Mom started to cry,
Dad,
Was in shock.
Our poor sister didn't understand and asked where you were.
I had come to realize what was going on.
You were supposed to come home.
Not this poor man,
Burdened with this news.
You were supposed to come home,
The way you left.
They gave us your things,
The backpack still had half a bottle of your favorite soda,
Still left inside.
When I pulled it out,
The full force of reality hit me.
Tears streamed down my face as I hugged that bottle to my chest crying “NO!” over and over.
I cried out “Why?!? Why’d you take my brother!” to some unknown outer force,
But there was no response.
So I was forced to sit there as my sobs broke the silence and my tears plummeted to the ground.
I held onto that bottle of half gone soda like my life depended on it.
Because it was yours,
And it was your favorite,
And now… you are gone.
You were supposed to come home the way you left,
Smiling,
Laughing,
Heart beating.
Not in a box,
Not cold,
Not with your eyes closed forever,
And most definitely not dead.
Just the other day you were here,
With me,
Alive.
But now I wear black,
and more tears stream silently down my cheeks,
as you’re lowered down,
in that box,
beneath the earth.
You were supposed to come home,
But now you’re just gone.


Copyright © Katelyn Roussell | Year Posted 2014


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How Far is it to Heaven

Does anyone truly know how far it is to travel to heaven?
Have you ever counted the steps to get there?
I have traveled there many times in my sleep
I am a regular guest in the throne room
Here is what I can tell you regarding the answer to this question
Heaven is a hop skip and a jump away from right where you are
It is a pebble’s throw across the river bank
It is a spit across the crick if you are a southerner
And it is a song’s prelude if you are a conductor
Heaven is merely a thought away

If you are walking in the Spirit you are already there
You close your eyes and you can see things you never could have imagined

There is a curtain in the spiritual realm
All you have to do is believe and with your prayers take your hand and push it aside
Then you can see
The key is believing
Have faith that you are there and BAM you are there!
Heaven is not an eternity away as many great authors have concluded
Heaven is in the palm of your hand
It is like a soft kiss on a most distressing day
It is the cherry on top of a warm ice cream Sundae
Heaven is almost everything you can imagine and even more than that when you stretch your imagination
Heaven is truly a heartbeat away!

Gwendolen Rix
12-18-14


Copyright © Gwendolen Song | Year Posted 2014


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Beneath the Garden Leaves

Ishkabibble the little k-nibble
went down the garden path
He whistled and skipped
and doodled and dipped
beneath the garden leaves
hustle and bustle and whistle he did
With  a hop, skip and a jump
Over the pebbles and through the moss
An amazing garden he did see
With wonder and laughter he explored the garden
And discovered so many great things
He saw…

flowers blooming
rocks a booming
moss all fuzzy
bees a buzzing
butterflies a fluttering
bugs a muttering
Leaves waving in the wind

Ishkabibble the little k-nibble
Went down the garden path
He whistled and skipped
and doodled and dipped
beneath the garden leaves


Copyright © lm klopp | Year Posted 2009