Best Peopleson Poems
From the sea they came open, not sneaking by stealth
And they came for to parley, fosterage for wealth
As silver was spied, and its wealth was understood
And greed it brings war and also spilling of blood
And so a son was given, so they'd not be harmed
Or for harm to cause their hosts, who by him were charmed
Was given three forts, within each a prophet dwell
One called Fithecc, as were the other three as well
There they lived neath the setting and the rising sun
Stars danced the skies and maidens hearts were lost and won
Until our friend bid one of the prophets to say
What was to unfold in times after that day
What the future that was to come for them did hold
And an identical story by the others was told...
A famine great was to strike in a mere three years
The silver must be sold to keep away grief's tears
And to buy much food the people hungry for to feed
Coming times are to be tough, great is the need
And this came to be and as the famine took hold
Irish chiefs with armies strong came by force to hold
A truce of just three days not to fight he did seek
After which they could not attack, them being too weak
Then the nobles he brought inside to a great feast
The multitudes were fed with grain and slain beast
In thanks they then made his son Alill as their king
Praises of the generosity they did sing
The name Eoghanacht was given as they did feed
The name it meant the Family of the Good Deed.
ApplefortheTeachor
ApplefortheTeachor
MAS come on down front you have been chosen by the frozen tender tundra to eat the
apple i can give her. Staccatto beating in the background leaning to the south moving in the
night polish wont make green apple to shine. The love GOD has for all of us in is SON Jesus is
also inside us in our Souls inside our Spirit. He did this even though none of us are worth this
a freely given gift. Something that opens up inside us each and every day. Better then the
food we eat the apple red and green. Better then what people give on Christmas Day the
packages wrapped and placed underneathe the tree dont open that dont shake it up dont let
Johnny see. Perhaps its all the things that boy has stored up all year long some new toy he
saw on television laying on the lawn. He never picks it up now or plays for very long. This
Christmas please think of how the Son Of God must feel when we ignore his gift to us. I feel
so guilty of his love inside this green forgotten apple in the bucket in the snow. Sorrow not
the answer the apple catches worms so the food stored in the bucket doesnt turn to molded
into love when I get hungry having none I go to cuppoard never barren there. I cannot eat
much fruit anymore but mix the trail will fill me up when there is none to find in town. For
CHristmas is two missing weeks after Thanksgiving missing one. SUnday on the November
twenty nine untill Friday December Eightteenth then back for three more days then Monday
the eleventh of January I solidify for more solid days activities perhaps the apple won. Bright
red and polished up for teachor loves. Look for me with love.
A bitter row with his Dad
Made son Forest very mad
and set him all afire!
Off to England to compete from afar,
Quickly producing a rival 'Mars' bar!
Tribute to Forest Mars son of Frank of 'Milky Way' fame
Visiting Bea
Might you be her son she asked
Each week I see you here
Oh no, I’m not her son I said
I’m just a volunteer
“Just a volunteer” she said
As I turned to walk away
I wonder if you’d have the time
I've something to convey
Do you know how much she waits
For the day that you arrive
How she listens for your voice
Her senses more alive
Do you know she checks her watch
Many times before
You arrive to visit her
And enter through her door
Do you know she speaks of you
When you are not there
And tells us stories you have told
Tales see likes to share
Do you see the smile she gives
To you when you are here
How she loves to hold your hand
Your presence is so dear
Do you know you’re in her prayers
That she says every night
A prayer to keep you safe from harm
When you are out of sight
Do you know how much you mean to her
The difference that you make
By chasing boredom from her hours
And her loneliness forsake
These are gifts you give to her
Every time you’re here
And that is why there’s no such thing
As “ Just a volunteer”