Best Preparation Poems
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They always made me happy,
The camels of the wise men,
The slowness of their footsteps,
Their self-sufficient ben.
Camels meant there was time,
For the three wise men to think,
To ponder upon their task,
To review their role as a link.
They were required to assess,
The child to be called god’s son,
To see if he could be a doctor,
To the poor, and to be the action.
Mary and Joseph were important,
To their question of universal worth,
So they prepared themselves well,
With questions surrounding his birth.
They understood that environment,
Is a factor in child development,
So endeavoured to contextualise,
The place of the baby’s commencement.
They predicted they’d be rejected,
By townsmen all along the way,
Spat at, maybe jousted with,
By loitering agitators arbitrarily.
Especially at the door of the inn,
There’d be jesters and jostlers alike,
People shouting “Don’t go there!
Avoid them, and get on another bike!”
And equally importantly, with respect,
They thought of their theology,
That their own actions may be vital,
To improving others’ sociology.
They considered their belief,
In an immanently coming messiah,
And renewed their vow to choose,
A protege who would take us higher.
So by the time they reached the inn,
They were very much prepared,
They could talk to each other freely,
About the saviour that’d been blared.
And the camels facilitated all this,
Preparation and consideration,
And gave the magi their pondering,
Upon seeing the configuration.
They enabled this baby to thrive,
Gave his family his manifestation,
And felt spent entirely at their visit,
Worn out by careful deliberation.
Big Day Let’s Play
Breath Sweet Washed Feet
Naired Crack Shaved Back
Tic Toc Forgot Clock
She’s Back Tic Tac
For the VALENTINE FOOTLES contest.
She then He preparing for that special day of love.
Wake up now it’s time to go,
Don’t rush when we’re about to go,
Demolish all obstacles before you go,
Keep up the good job until we go,
Say bye to the world when we go,
Prepare for the next before you go.
You never know when will be the next,
You may just keep on writing a text,
Determining what could happen next,
You’ll be studying an essay with a subtext,
And searching a theme in a video-text.
Remember that you’re still to live,
Never ignore things you believe,
For your sins GOD will forgive,
For what you do always be active,
You will be traveling alive,
In a long journey until you arrive.
Lineekela Kandjungu
Last season that ended in October
is now past, and something to remember.
The players are called the “boys of summer”
Here they reassemble in February’s winter.
Some of them report to training in Florida.
The others are on the fields in Arizona.
Why are they here? What is the reason?
They are getting ready for another baseball season.
The veterans are scraping the off season rust.
Rookies want to make the club hoping it’s not a bust.
Hitting and fielding; it’s time to get loose.
Muscles ache after they have not been in use.
It is cold now, but it will soon be hot.
Now is the time to show what the players have got.
To reach into a can of worms feeling for the biggest to thread on the hook.
All done with eyes closed to try to make the time more real
The fish will not be seen until they're caught
and later when I'm older, maybe seven or even nine
I'll be able to say I can do it with my eyes closed
A pleasurable, pleasing, pure pudding is being prepared
Covered and caked in cookie crumble
A really rampant, ridiculous but robust routine
Jammed jovially into a jumble
these people are bugged
I ain't trying to raise my son to be no thug
end up somewhere gasping for air coughing up blood
over some beef in a club
a chick or some drugs
son this world is cold you Better keep your thinking cap snug
be observant when nescesary challenge the grain
exercise your brain and still stay nice with those thangs
to GOD I pray you never have to cock and aim
but some folks don't believe that fire is hot until they're engulfed in flames
analyze life eliminate the bullchit
I been down the road to nowhere son thats a wasted trip
Shed fear. Sprout wings. Float out from arbitrary time.
Transmute the ordinary; prospect the sublime.
Twirl till you collapse, exhausted;
Taste ambrosia; scale the frosted
Himalayan peaks, where fingers tingle,
Senses sparkle, shutters from their hinges fly.
Invite the icy wind to ravage every single
Nerve and singe the savage soul that yearns to cry
Out with a fierce intensity
I'm free!
Preparing garden
All must be in readiness
Winter snows come soon
Every year, max-out your I.R.A.,
So that you’ll be wealthy in times of need.
Start putting money aside. Now! Today!
Learn to live within your means. Start today.
Don’t buy on credit trifles you don’t need.
Every year, max-out your I.R.A.
Manage your credit, but keep debt at bay;
Debt is a trap from which you’re seldom freed.
Start putting money aside. Now! Today!
Don’t let falling markets scare you away;
Think like a farmer buying bargain seed.
Every year, max-out your I.R.A.
Diversify assets in every way.
Study finances and investing. Read!
Start putting money aside. Now! Today!
Don’t procrastinate; your future’s today.
This is about security, not greed.
Every year, max-out your I.R.A.
Start putting money aside. Now! Today!
You can't always have it all
You can't always play ball
You can end up falling short
When your goals are tall
You have to pick up the slack
You can't always be on the right track
You might have to get off the next stop,and walk back!
You get what you put in
You get back what you payback
Life's about with you give
As much as its about what you receive
You got to take what you get
Learn what you can,and only take sure bets
Other wise instead of being right with wisdom,your left with regret
Read between the words
Pay attention to there actions
Other wise life's like waiting in line
Rather then being the attraction
And your kids been on every other ride and still has no satisfaction
Take what you can from this life
Pass the knowledge down to the ones who carry your name
Prepare them for the task
Give them strength to admit there faults,and never blame
Tell them to carry there name with there head up tall
Or don't let them carry it at all
At the end of the day
What is the purpose if its not to better this earth
Things to be considered before your wife gives birth
Why have a child with your wife
If there's no chance at,providing quality life?
Pain is falling. Into your arms; pain is calling. Answer me! Pain says. Pain says jump. Anguish says how high sir. And the sky's the limit. It's right there. Here in your face; can you touch it? You cannot! Says Pain. Fear hides behind its stalker, awaiting wrath. Judgment withstood beside Pain and the verdict is in. GUILTY. Come again? GUILTY YOUR HONOR; sir. Bow down to Pain. Crumble beneath pains' ridicule and fall...Into Pain's arms. Snuggle with you? Pain will coddle you until you forget all of your dreams. Hope floats away. Bye bye hopes and—See you later those dreams.
Pain says never. Again we buckle under the pressure, of Pain. Hate hoards our love, collecting—An emotional miser of goodness sakes. Hate simply takes and hate takes...takes...but you just you wait...We have enough of our own strengths. We mustn't let hatred to take...take...take...
Fall out of love with this Hate...hate...out of love with this hate. Back in love with our fate. Knowing...I got what it takes...takes...I got what it takes...oh goodness my grace...put me back in my place and end this whole chase...whole place of this chase...Pain Pain go far far away. I say pain go away...Way...wait.
I need more than one plate. You all break with this slate. I'm done chalking up crapes.
I'm strong like an owl. And ya'll smell fairly foul. So times come to be towered. And I hoo hoo like an owl. Out of my circle, leave this powwow. I'm all over this now now. And Pain falls to the ground round; and...Hate trips on his towel. They both sit in time out now. Pain is gone now I'm falling—into grips with my calling. Reconnect with my family; and own up to ole' Sammy. Finally doing the damn thing. And this ending is happy. But don't let Pain gain way into your backseat. Life's a journey, don't call you the wrong taxi. Time has come, Pain go head try and get me, cannot catch me. Yes sir, (says Pain) just don't put me back into that taxi. I say that's right look right at me. When you speak talk about me. No more hate, pain is now but a memory. Hopes and dreams, love and family....Pain is falling—But not at me...
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8-29-17
God calls all his elect
To worship Him on His day
So we need to prepare ourselves
For this act come what may
We all have different ways
That this can be achieved
But we must come with humble hearts
For this to be believed
Praise and prayer is a good start
Also understanding God's word is a must
But reverence for almighty God
Does bring us to obey and trust
Finally the object of all this
Is that the Lord would appear
On His appointed holy day
So His will to us be absolutely clear
poetgord@2012
Shopping, baking, cooking, dusting
In anticipation;
Having guests is wonderful, but
Oh, the preparation!
If you have sufficient time,
It isn’t really taxing.
Take things slow and in between,
Just squeeze in some relaxing.
Holidays come once a year
And when your job is hosting,
All that leads up to the day
Is countdown to almost-ing.
It feels good to check your list
And cross off things you’ve finished;
Soon you’ll see that all your chores
Have gradually diminished.
Then your company will come
And kudos you’ll be gleaning;
But in your mind, your thoughts will be
On all the hours of cleaning!