Best Luke Poems
I hope your holiday has been a good one.
Apparently there's been lots of sunshine
and that pool is very big and very blue.
And you look to be happy enough.
The weather here has been okay.
Well, it rained all weekend
but I stayed indoors anyway,
looking through that shoebox of photographs
that got left in the wardrobe when you moved out.
I found that ear ring in the bottom of the box,
that one you lost last year,
one of the pair I bought you to commemorate our “first”.
I think you still have the other one.
And you’d never guess!
That band you always liked,
the one that played Tobacco Road that night
and kept playing it and playing it?
I saw in the paper that they’re in town
and playing at a pub in Hawthorn on Saturday night.
I’ve been wondering if you might
like to go there with me.
And did you hear that Luke Williams has gone celibate?
And he thinks that he deserves a bloody medal.
She sits and listens
Intent on every word
Not once does she visit the kitchen
Where I need her help, her assistance
There is so much to do, so many tasks
And she simply won’t help me
She sits at His feet
Listening and heeding
His every word brings a peace
To her expression…
What could He be saying?
She looks so content there at His feet
Smiling her love, so attentive
She should be helping me, shouldn’t she?
I think I’ll go in and tell Him…
Mary isn’t helping me with the meal…
He’ll surely make her come in and help me
When I told Him I needed her help with these things…
Jesus told me…
**“Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things… but one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her.”
Yes, she sits at His feet, breathless with pleasure
She sees that this is what she needs…
His light poured out over her soul, shining in hope
Whispering love, coloring her thoughts
In brilliant rays of faith that comes to life with His words.
Just being with the Lord. This is our greatest need!
** Luke 10:41-42 (KJV)
knead my beating heart
with gasps of longing whispers
turn off the alarm
Luke treats eating like a contest
An all that you can eat
Luke scoffs down everything
Fills himself down to his feet
Today he swallowed down six doughnuts
He gobbled up some pies
He munched his way through a chocolate cake
Two hamburgers and some fries
Luke was very pleased with himself
Acting like he’d won the cup
But then everything he’d eaten
Just came right back up
Though we did present him with a prize
But for Luke it caused more distress
As we handed him a mop and bucket
To clean up all the mess.
And it did him no good complaining
That his tummy hurts
This greedy little pig
Got his just deserts.
Luke Laker locks lengthy lovely letters and lollypops in a
locker lying at lonesome lounge in learning field, linking
lake Lawson to the left of Larry`s law school.Lady Latoya a
Latina licks Luke Laker`s lollypops , looks into and reads his lovely
letters with levity.Luke Laker loses his cool,lashes and lunges
for Latoya and their lips locked in... a long lasting kiss of life,
just like licking lollypops and lemonade.
Later Luke weds Latoya legitimately in a large littoral land zone.
It’s Luke's first day at school today
I wonder how he’s getting on
I hope he is behaving himself
I hope the crayons haven’t all gone
Because Luke is partial to crayons
He seems to just love wax
He sees a pack of crayons
As some exotic snacks
I wonder if he will make a friend
I hope he’s not a bully
No, Luke is far too nice for that
So I guess I shouldn’t worry
He looked really cute in his uniform
Smart jumper, trousers and sandals
But he will be home for tea real soon
So I'm off to hide the candles.
Luke always likes
To try out something new
And today he decided
That he would drink shampoo
Of course it made him feel quite sick
But that’s the least of all his troubles
Because now every time he opens his mouth
Out float a million bubbles
And bubbles come from his nose
And bubbles come from his ears
And now every time he cries
He cries bubbles instead of tears
I don’t think he will again
Put shampoo in his tum
Especially now that bubbles
Are coming from his bum
Though I suppose there is a bright side
He’s sure to impress his friends
When they see that Luke
Can blow bubbles from both ends.
Luke got hold of a camera
And went on a picture taking spree
He took a picture of his baby brother
He took a picture of me
He took a picture of his nan
He took a picture of his mum
He even took a picture
Of the dog, while it was licking its bum
But Luke was holding the camera
Completely the wrong way round
It wasn’t until we saw the photos
That all that was to be found
Were not the pictures we were expecting
All we ended up with instead
Were lots and lots of photos
Of Luke’s shiny forehead.
Luke has a special friend
That only he can see
He calls him Herbert Sherbet
Invisible to you and me
I have never seen him
But he must be real I presume
When things get broken it's never Luke
Though only he's in the room
So many ornaments broken
So many valuables lost
All destroyed by an invisible force
I dare not add up the cost
Luke likes kicking his football
Inside rather that out of the house
His friend always plays with him
Though unlike Luke he’s as quite as a mouse
SMASH, goes another valuable
I know who’ll get the blame
Luke of course a picture of innocence
As Mr. Invisible strikes again
Friday is spelling test day
At the school where Luke does go
Of course Luke hadn’t learnt the words
He just didn’t want to know
He should have learnt them every night
Straight after tea
But he’d much rather go out and play
Or sit and watch TV
Come Friday morning
Luke claimed that he was ill
A belly ache, an ear ache
Though he refused to take a pill
His acting didn’t fool anyone
His lies did not prevail
He went to school and took the test
Of course, a massive fail
But Luke isn’t all that bothered
And he’s forgotten about his ‘pain’
He doesn’t have to worry about tests anymore
Well, not until Friday comes around again.
Captain Evil Eye is here
More a super villain than a hero
Just one look from his evil eye
Your temperature drops to zero
Yes it is Luke’s little party trick
This thing he does with his eye
When he stares at you with that look
You don’t know whether to laugh or cry
Go and do your homework
And Captain Evil Eye is there
Go and tidy up your room
You’ll see the steely glare
Come on now it’s time for bed
The evil eye stares you down
Captain Evil Eye looks a little
Like some psychotic clown
But even super villains get tired
And we eventually get our way
As Captain Evil Eye is put to bed
His evil work done for the day
This is the first in a series of poems about my cheeky grandson, Luke
Luke decided to go fishing
On a warm spring like day
With a huge net on a poll
And an old jam jar he found on the way
He didn't catch any fish
But got some frog spawn in the jar
Off home he wandered quite happily
He didn't have to go all that far
Later that night he felt hungry
Eyed the frog spawn with glee
"That looks just like jelly,
I wonder what it tastes like" thought he
Now I am afraid to say he did eat it
It would have made him ill you'd have thought
But it didn't do any harm at all
Though he did get a frog in his throat.
Luke’s lips are swollen
He doesn’t look that great
It must be an allergic reaction
To something that he ate
Luke’s lips are swollen
It’s pretty hard to ignore
It can’t be the nuts he scoffed down
As he has had loads of them before
Luke’s lips are swollen
Big lips on him just don’t suit
Though some people with a warped sense of humour
May think that it looks rather cute
Luke’s lips are swollen
From what we may never know
But now it is time for his medicine
So to the doctors poor Luke must go
Luke’s lips are swollen
Looking like two massive red pearls
But the doctor had it figured out
He’d been kissing too many girls.
A shootout took place on a Texas street
Cowboy Luke, the rancher and horse thief, Pete
Sun was high overhead
Noon, a body lay dead
Pete's blood staining the dirt red in the heat
May 2, 2022
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The second in a series of poems about my cheeky grandson, Luke
Hurry up, Luke we’re going to be late
Get your head out of the garden gate
Don’t know what you put it there for
You’ve got it stuck three times before
At the other side there’s nothing new
So why go sticking your head right through
Oh! It’s stuck again; don’t get in a flutter
Hang in there I’ll fetch the butter
A bit of grease behind the ear
Will get you out so never fear
It is rude you know to make people wait
So hurry up Luke, we’re going to be late.