Best Supplies Poems

I glanced out my window watchin' kids plod along to school today.
I recalled my school days and how things have changed along the way
I watched the little fellers hunched over with their over-loaded packs.
'Tis a wonder the little dudes don't develop a twitch in their...

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More and more and many more whys
Are all abundant with many supplies
Then we become difficult and unsure
Irrational while being hard to endure. 

By reading Bible I am often annoyed
Appreciated other parts and enjoyed
Heart pounds if things are prophetic 
Things had proved to be quite hectic.

Certain...

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Baby's off to college
E-mailed pic of groovy dorm room
Where she'll absorb trite and knowledge
Rib-kickin' as if she were still in my womb
Mom-love surely heart-gut balmed unto the tomb....

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after "Ich bin die fesche Lola" sung by Marlene Dietrich 


I'm easy-going Lola, the girl who's most in voque.
The Nutella in my pantry is there for none but me.
I'm easy-going Lola, the heartthrob a la mode,
but hands off my Nutella, or my other  side...

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I am sure the art supply company thinks I am a school said Lamaay
She orders and receives art supplies almost every other day.
Her husband has no problem with it, he knows it makes Lamaay sashay
And keeps her happy, upbeat, positive, optimistic and truly gay....

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You rightly, quite politely, criticise
my efforts at composing “pleiades”.
What’s rare about revilings such as these
is, blaming me for leaving out my “I”’s.
The reason isn’t tricky to surmise.
My arrogance supposes I, with ease,
can conjure (with unthinking expertise)
whatever I may please.  Please don’t despise
my failure to...

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The lessons you learn in life,
Have a place and a time.
If you don’t believe it now,
See what happens when,
You’re alone and on your own.

The supplies you obtain,
Mean absolutely everything.
From the smallest screw, 
To even the toughest glue.
Every day you learn something new.

Supplies are like car...

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Since I've turned 3 quarters of a century old
And have a hole in my heart I'm told
Sitting on top of that a small tumor
This definitely isn't a run away rumor  

I am old and slightly fat(well some say obese)
Controlled diabetes on top of that...

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Daily ask the Father for revision
I acknowledge and thank Him for all that He's given
He's giving me life freedom and liberty
He's given to me some of my wants and all of my needs

And we who are confident that He hears us 
Whenever we ask for...

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There is no dream like flowers
There is no snow – but rain.
There is no love unkindled.
There is no song for pain.

Flowers die around their seed.
Snow melts to quench the dust.
Love dies in the growth of comfort.
Faith builds the house of trust....

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The school bell's chorus wakes a drowsy room,
Sunlight spills, a golden, dusty plume.
Desks, once dormant, morph to galleons grand,
Ready to set sail to each uncharted land.

Chalk, a spectral hand, whispers wisdom's lore,
Unveiling mysteries on the darkened shore.
Sharpeners gnash their teeth, devouring leaden dreams,
Leaving silver whispers...

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Trump Supplies of Lies

Trump sure seems to have so many supplies,
Of stories and myths all substantiated by lies;
Leader of pack,
And not intact;
Even his supporters and backers now realize.

Jim Horn...

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He cares for me
He so takes care of me
He takes care of all my wants and need
And who is this…
My Father
And this same God 
This same God
He who takes care of me 
My God will supply all of your needs from his glorious riches, which...

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Scrubbing Bubbles, Dreft, Life Buoy, and Shout.
Help me to get my greasy grimy out.
Irish Spring, Dove, Windex, Borax too,
I turn to them when I am blue.

Cleaning is something I resolve not to do
unless I am in the throes of a horrible boo-hoo.
Clorox, Borax, Tide, Dawn,...

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Disturbed  over what she had planned
for tomorrow. Often times she refused to
me as included with her plans.

What sweet sonnets sing ye
the sound of togetherness
tangled with romance
an evening of love
a night to dance
Yes you my darling might obe
take part
in the clearest exception
where two promise never
to...

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