Best In A Nutshell Poems
In a Nutshell
The Son of God our Savior;
A human form He took;
Twas prophesied in days of old;
It's written in His book.
Blood ran on the whipping post,
That my sickness may be healed.
The story has been often told.
It's in His book revealed.
They nailed Him to a rugged Cross;
I know that Jesus died.
In awful pain and torment,
My Lord was crucified.
After He died they took Him down;
Our sacrifice for sin,
And placed Him in a borrowed tomb,
But then He rose again.
In three short days He rose again;
Up from His narrow cell.
Victor for all the human race.
He conquered Death and Hell.
To grasp this matchless treasure,
I have but to believe;
And open up my heart to God,
His Promise to receive.
In the clouds of Heaven,
Oh, Glory to his name.
I plan to meet Him in the air;
When my Lord comes again.
Then I'll dance the streets of Heaven,
With Peter,James and Paul;
Eternally safe in Jesus care.,
Jehovah, The God of all.
The creation of dimensions
by the Dimension of Creations
happened in this wise:
The Fifth Dimension
created the Fourth Dimension,
which then created
the three dimensions
in which we live.
When you are nuts,
Pick just one nut a day;
Sort its ins and outs
Then squirrel it away.
You will be lighter and spryer;
Ready for any rainy day!
September 7th 2018
Composed For Sara Kendrick's
A Rainy Day Poetry Contest
Photo #3
Life in a nutshell
where simplist of wires are strung
tiptoeing in the delicate balance
what can be done is done
wrongs from rights
days falling over nights
not doing too much of one
leaving it up to another
a brother, a sister, a care
pretenses can't pretend to disappear
but if you listen, you can hear
and you can see as waves wash
upon love and tranquility
life in a nutshell
broken down for you, for me
together
we can all, just be
''A nut of course, what else?''.
Peter Dome.copyright.2014.July.
While the U.S. Delta aircraft lands,
moving toward Simon Bolivar Airport,
humidity assaults me like my own tropical country;
people like Venezolanos and other walks of life,
emerge on the horizon with smiles and thanksgiving.
Beyond my wildest imagination,
there's parallelism in the Caribbean experience.
Food, history, literature, and even human struggles
abound with stories and gospel cries.
Roads are narrow, long and winding,
but with leafy trees giving green and delight.
Up in the hills, houses could be seen piling up
like matches or the Italian presepio background.
Traffic congestion as an everyday expectation
roads seem to be like a moving parking lot;
converging at the center or passing through the light.
It's a common reality, a great deal of acceptance.
People's religiosity draws me to think back in my own land.
It's a wealth of life that champions relationship with God.
there's depth and meaning in their strong ties to faith,
another perspective, insight and moment to highlight.
Some refractions of their past as people who struggled a lot;
migration experience shows how they wrestle with life.
Being uprooted and strangers in their newfound land,
their dreams come to fulfillment through human sacrifice.
I see how commitment and focusing can make a difference.
amid the travails, disappointments, and sorrows in life.
It's an engaging pattern that brings me to look into
where faith and hope can be needed to be able to persevere.
In a nutshell, Venezolanos too have their own share to be human.
Carrie
Sentimental and sassy, reasonably realistic, soundly grounded
Daughter of polar opposites, wife of a patient man,
mother of three unique comedians
Lover of sincerity, loyalty, dependability
Who feels passion for family, compassion for the unfortunate,
and feels time passes too quickly
Who fears being inadequate, being a burden, or living beyond my loved ones
Who would like to see yesterday again, tomorrow's sunrise,
and to view them all with fresh eyes
Resides in a valley beneath a volcano, on an oak-covered California hillside
Richards
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For Bio Contest Sponsored by Regina Riddle
In honor of Carol ~ Sunshine ~ Brown's Contest: "Life These Days"
The commies we fought--they were red
We searched for them under our bed
They lost the cold war
But we want to spend more
So we're fighting osamies instead
A mess inside out
From head to toe
Her boat, afloat
But refuses to go
A dime piece if she tries
But prep, a bore
Hops in the car
Her purse by the door
Cruising the highway
Radio blaring
Singing ungracefully
People staring
Can't paint a picture
Or tie a decent bow
But something about literature
Gives her a glow
She will write about the moon
And it's many craters
From midnight till noon
A word generator
Painting pictures with words
Building bridges with thought
Most remain unheard
For listeners, she's sought
It doesn't pay the mortgage
Or dress the table
But it gives her an edge
And she is mentally able
God gave her this passion
There must be reason
So she'll use her ration
And wait for her season
Life and love were disappointing
As you searched for a brand new start
And then this desperado came
And stole your quickly beating heart
The years flew by, those days and nights
As wants and dreams we'd see unfold
Through the ups, downs and sideways
We found ourselves start to grow old
You wear your heart on your sleeve
And let me know what's on your mind
I'm more reserved and bottle up
Feelings of which I'm consigned
Because you are so much younger
I'm concerned that you'll be happy
And hope you'll always think of me
As your lover and not your pappy!
If you don’t like the weather, wait 5 minutes
Why live in the prairies? We have our reasons
At -50 you might say we hit our limits
Few places in one day, do you see all 4 seasons
Why live in the prairies? We have our reasons
Snow in June, and t-shirt weather in December
Few places in one day, do you see all 4 seasons
You don’t have to think too far back to remember
Snow in June, and t-shirt weather in December
A 30 degree temperature swing in under a week
You don’t have to think too far back to remember
Our ability to acclimatize is really quite unique
A 30 degree temperature swing in under a week
We’re always ready for when it really drops
Our ability to acclimatize is really quite unique
Make sure to bring your parka and flip-flops
We’re always ready for when it really drops
At -50 you might say we hit our limits
Make sure to bring your parka and flip-flops
If you don’t like the weather, wait 5 minutes
I've finally got it written
I've finally got it said
I just need to rearange it
So everyone KNOWS what they read
nuff said?
Rockman :-)
In my youth I was wild
Crazy is a term best used
I was a hunter of the female sex
And the laws of the land I abused
I was a musician and singer
A talent I used brilliantly
Serenading the female sex
They liked singers and they liked me
What fun it was to sing my songs
And listen to the applause
Although it was just a step up
To my deceitful cause
Several times I was engaged
But all of them fell through
I introduced my first fiance
To fiance number two
That’s the way it was with me
I didn’t have a care
Life was just a play thing
And death I didn’t fear
Then one day it happened
The one who would change my life
She captured me with such ease
I knew she would be my wife
She changed me in so many ways
I cared none in the least
I was ready to settle down
We’d be Beauty and the beast.
So here I am with a wife and three kids
And thirty-four years later
Two son-in-laws and eight grand-kids
And life keeps getting greater
save me from me, please,
don't wrap me or cell me, just,
give ME what THEY want
2020 January 27
Senryu on Mind Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas
Here's Jack's philosophy in a nutshell
Did you catch that, in a NUTshell?
Got a little bit off the track for a while
But he's chugging along again like hell
Didn't think it would be too too long
He's basically a real jester at heart
Things always seem to strike him funny
Like when a preacher lets out a big fart
A fart is just simply a bodily function
Even the Queen of England lets 'em fly
But her escorts always say “pardon me”
Giving Queenie a built-in alibi
His LOCOmotive's chugging along again
Some sillies will be coming along soon
It's how this guy rolls, the silly old jester
As he attempts to eat spaghetti with a spoon
Seems like I'm trying a wee bit too hard
That spaghetti thing wasn't that funny
How about a fellow who's had one too many
Balancing a beer on his tummy
Okay I promise to work on this stuff
I'm more than a wee bit rusty it seems
BARE with me, or fully clothed if you wish
Convulsed with laughter you'll scream
© Jack Ellison 2014