Best Spread The News Poems
If I told the winds
How much you love me
And quickly spread the news
Blushing your horizon,
Revealing our secret
To whole wide world
Before you could brief
Your own aspirations,
Would you still love me?
If I convinced the stars
To follow you around
As you spoke to the moon
Lovingly about us;
And if they told me
Your inner most thoughts
Before you got a chance
To consult your heart,
Would you still love me?
If my night sent you
A sensuous message
Arousing your dawn
With romantic feelings
Awakening you in
An enchanting dream
Before you were ready
To feel this way,
Would you still love me?
If I swept you off your feet
With pledges of my love
And carried you with me
To cherubic heaven
For a blessed evening
In the Garden of Eden;
And then if I forgot
The way back home,
Would you still love me?
December 9, 2018
Placed 3rd in Would you still love me contest by Edward Ibeh
Inside the Dishwasher everyone rushed!
Clinks, clanks, rattles, 'Ouches' and ' Ohs'!
"Would you pa--lease, settle down!" said Deb--They hushed.
"Now we can hear...let's just see how this goes."
Curious, Peter, looked out through a chinc,
And watched Vie and Chris-- approaching by twos.
They opened the door--and who do you think--
Standing there wearing her fine Jimmy Choos,
Ms Lost Sonnet!--spoke not a word--but winked.
Wilma Wine-Corkscrew, dressed in purple hues
Gave the 'all clear', and Peter spread the news.
"We're having a party Ms Sonnet, please,
Won't you join us? It's a magic party
For Peter", said Ruben Rotisserie.
Bob Blender poured her a drink--quite hardy.
Connie Candellabra was flaming bright
As Ms Sonnet swept past to the soft couch.
Carolyn Cookie Jar screamed with such fright,
"Quick! She's on fire!" Then Lost cried, "Ouch!"
"I'll save her", said Catie Collander. "Here!"
But the water leaked through her like a sieve.
Susan Spatula yelled, "Have no fear, dear!"
Yet, the fire held on and would not give--
Others tried, but could not stop the fire.
Then Peter said, "I wuw twy! I can do it!
With 'Awwy, I can fwy! Way up highya!
Togethwa, we can save Ms Wost Sonnet!
Awwy is my fwend. He tawks funny, too!
He's aw the way fwom Engwand and he is
My Supwa Cape! So I can fwy! It's twue!
No H's wive theaw--his name is wike this:
'Awwy--not Hawwy." So now, they all knew.
"Did I 'ear some bloke colling my name?"
"Yes! 'Awwy, me! We've Ms Sonnet to save!"
Harry Handtowel--AKA, Super Cape--fame
Was now on the neck of Peter the Brave!
With no hesitation quickly they flew,
Smothered the fire and saved just one shoe.
Brittle and weak, Lost needed more than glue...
"She needs magic! Oh! Paweeze! What can we do?"
"Peter...we only made enough for you".
Said Carol Crock-pot. They all cried, "Boo Hoo..."
"Then give huw my magic! That's what you do!"
So quickly they sprinkled the magic brew.
Ms Sonnet was greatful--then said, "Adieu".
"Peter, you've done well," said Anne Assam Tea,
"Let's all have a cup'a tea and you'll see...
"'Magic's believing in yourself, --frankly,
Do that--and you can do--anything!"
~©deborah burch
5/23/2012
*Special appearance by "Lost Sonnet", courtesey of David Williams...with much gratitude, thank you all for appearing ;)...Peter has many adventures to come...big hugs, love you all, cap'n deb
Last eve's sunset wowed
for it held a million hues
as night stood waiting.
Reds and plums, hailed fading blues
Orange and pink spread the news.
I took a photo
of scarlet sun of my heart
in midst of tango.
A prelude to faint starlight-
in time's pretty pause.
Where no sound escapes unchallenged above the din
of too many wars, waged for profits that have no future.
Lost now, only darkness clutches, upon his demise.
Fables, told ‘round friendly fires, chant his name eternal.
Birds of the forest, and fish in the sea, remembered his kindness forever,
and slowed in silence, when spirits spread the news of his demise.
From eastern tongues, chants heard in midnight chapels,
aglow in reverent prayer ‘till daylight dawned,
and rows of fallen soldiers, white stones of his demise.
His friends who could not broach the musket….lift the water pail,
and scorned the day of distant guns, their path was lost.
The masters of the chase cursed not of his demise.
Tho centuries turn, the din still heard, fresh enemies forged,
repeat once more, while mothers weep, their cries unheard,
and planes come home to belch caskets, filled with his demise.
The fallen sing from distant stars, so bright for all to see,
with blending light, the truth never dies.
Behold the day when all will see the end of his demise.
12/30/10
8:20 am
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One day, cow fell from a tree--
It bruised her nose and skinned her knee.
You're wondering how this thing could be?
Someone might know, but don't ask me--
I'm only telling you she fell,
And broke her horn and bent her bell.
The noise she made when she fell down,
Was heard for half a mile around.
You never heard a sadder sound,
As she sat, crying, on the ground.
But the saddest part that I can tell--
She broke her horn and bent he bell.
A large, black crow was soon in flight,
To spread the news of the poor cow's plight.
From north to south, from left to right,
Informing everyone in sight,
And the only thing that he would tell--
She broke her horn and bent her bell.
And when the farmer heard the news,
He nearly jumped out of his shoes.
He said, "I wish you would tell me
How that fool cow got in the tree!"
But all the old, black crow would tell--
“She broke her horn and bent her bell.”
The farmer hurried off, and found
His poor cow lying on the ground,
Bawling such a mournful sound,
With great teardrops falling down.
She cried so hard, she couldn't tell
How she broke her horn and bent her bell
He wrapped her knee, and, I suppose,
To dry her tears, he kissed her nose.
He led her home, and all was well,
When he glued her horn and fixed her bell.
All I can tell you at the end--
She never climbed a tree again.
Yesterday I saw a Robin
That harbinger of Spring
After eating his fill at my feeder
He swiftly took wing
I'd like to know where he came from
I'd like to know where he's going
I hope he is heading South
Away from where it's snowing
He was such a pretty bird
I'd like for him to stay
But I know he has to spread the news
That Spring is on the way
So hurry Mr. Red Breast
Spead the happy word
After such a long winter
It's the best news I have heard
You Gotta Love Those Robins!
April showers coax angelonias
Bromeliads and red begonias
Corn flowers of purple and blue
Dusty millers with yellow hues
Elderflowers in a living bouquet
Fairy wigs thrown in the array
Geraniums, a bloody red and
Horned violets, lead down, to the shed
Indigo Agapanthus aromas fill the air
Jacob's ladders adorn the stairs
Kelanchoe of red and pink
Labrador violets are quite distinct
Mulberry trees blooming white, with
Narcissus early spring's delight
Orchids add to a colorful sight
Pansies,pionies, periwinkle and
Quince quickly grow from a sprinkle
Rockrose in lavender's clutch
Snapdragons provide a yellowish touch
Texas bluebells just for fun
Umbrella Magnolia's provide shade from the sun
Verbenas blossom, parading red like strumpets
Wood sorrels looking like purple trumpets
Xeranthemums long slender tubes
Yarrow kissed hummingbirds spread the news, to
Zephyr flower loving honey bees, spring is in full bloom
an original poem by Daniel Turner
The angels praised him,
the heavens rang.
How can I do less?
The shepherds marveled,
and spread the news.
How can I do less?
Wise men brought gifts
worthy of a King.
How can I do less?
My lips will praise him,
my heart will sing.
My soul will worship
my Savior and King.
Every chance, I tell
what he's done for me.
He died in agony,
hanging on that tree.
Celebrating his birth,
I give him my all.
How can I do less
when my Savior calls?
This Easter season, let me stay
With my Lord, as He wends His way.
To turn away would be treason
Let me stay, this Easter season.
Let me be she who lifts the cross,
Who comforts Mary in her loss.
Right by His side I long to be.
Who lifts the cross, let me be she.
I want to be of lonely few
Who are still there in morning dew,
First the rolled away stone to see.
Of lonely few, l want to be.
Let me go forth to spread the news.
Our dear Lord chose His life to lose.
He died for me of little worth.
To spread the news, let me go forth.
The Easter story, often told,
Is fresh as in those days of old.
Let me tell of its pure glory.
Often told, the Easter Story.
I would be amiss if I didn't acknowledge these
Reptiles in our fairy tales are real.
They're not fictionist.
This is so surreal.
I have something to reveal
Dragons do Exist!
I would be amiss if I didn't acknowledge these
Reptiles in our fairy tales are real.
I think it's a big deal
Because we coexist.
This is so surreal
These creatures have a magical and historical
Appeal.
Dragons live in South Africa, Indonesia, India,
Philipines, Malaysia, Southeast Asia, and in
Tropical rain forests in mist.
I would be amiss if I didn't acknowledge these
Reptiles in our fairy tales are real.
This is a big ordeal
I had to spread the news. I couldn't resist.
This is so surreal.
How do you feel?
To know this is not a gist.
I would be amiss if I didn't acknowledge these
Reptiles in our fairy tales are real.
This is so surreal.
(A Salute to John Updike)
Twelve months we wait
to spread the news
of wonder our world
each year renews.
“The shepherds wait
the kings, the tree
all wait for something
yet to be.”
And in the night
a bright new spark
to light the way
through dark and dark.
This bright eastern star
glowed once before
to affirm good news
which the angels bore.
And now, through the earth,
sweet notes again flow
hailing heaven’s great joy
two-thousand Decembers ago.
Hand a pen ,break the silence.
Let the world hear our voice.
Write a song, create a poem.
Hand the tool for our future.
This is the high time to act, to react.
Too many people, too many lives.
Had wasted and gone so fast.
Through terrorism's act,attack.
Hand a pen, tell the world.
Children are suffering around the globe.
No food, no shelter,no clothes.
Will there be a future,where is hope?
Nation stands over nations.
No clear visions, full of illusions.
Poverty seems has no solution.
Industries causing pollution.
Hand a pen, speak your mind.
Royals are ruling,ruining lives.
Dictators,parliaments,ministries.
Why they can't solve these miseries?
No division, fair consumption.
Spread the wealth in proper distribution.
No partiality, kill crabmentallity.
Pull each other hands to serenity, equality.
Light the torch, spread the news.
This is the moment to hear our views.
Wear the weapon of restoration.
Hand a pen, make a new dimension.
The Lesson of the Chicadee
The Chicadee has found the tube
Of little bird seed, then
She flew away to spread the news
To her flock to feed.
To share her joy with
Her friends in need.
Deep in the earth, the cries are heard,
the echoes of pain, their sorrows blurred.
High in the heavens, the word is there,
he took upon flesh, and came with care.
About the kingdom, to spread the news,
dying for them, he paid all dues.
Bondage was free, the earth was saved,
to be forgiven, trespasses waived.
Extra, Extra, hear all about it.
I'm gonna sing..
Then, I'm gonna spread the new-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-ooohs..
Spread the news, right to your ears.
It's what you want to hear.
Spread the new-ooohs.
(Silly type news cast displayed in the song-here) :
Extra, Extra, hear all about it.
I'm gonna sing
Then, I'm gonna spread the new-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-ooohs.
Spread the news, right to your ears.
It's what you want to hear.
Spread the news-ooohs..
(Another silly type news cast displayed here-in the song) :
Extra, Extra, hear all about it.
I'm gonna sing.
Then, I'm gonna spread the new-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-ooohs.
Spread the news, right to your ears.
It's what you want to hear.
Spread the new-ooohs..
Spread the new-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-ooohs.
Spread the news..
The last and final silly type news cast displayed-here-in the song) :
Spread The News Lyrics By Kim Robin Edwards
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