Best Timothy Poems
Terrific charmer,blessed and gifted
Invincible love fulfills his heart
Modesty is a reflection of his beliefs
Super dad and souper spice
Master of words and muses
Incredibly kind to all others
Trustworthy and truthful friend
Heartwarming!His sweet gentility
reaches our soul.
Dedicated to Tim Smith
Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen : )
on the 3rd of December 2014!
A few have claimed to be the real Billy the Kid, but I doubt very much that to be so.
It seems that similar rumors are now circulating regarding the death of Timothy Treadwell.
Many now claim that he staged his death to raise funds for the cause he believed in.
Why can't these vile people just let him rest in peace. Such vicious rumors are truly a sin.
In Defense of The Grizzly Man
Our own old folk
Upon this mountain were you born
To pour wisdom from the pen
As you shape Africa's theme
To reveal Africa's new brood
A million salutations you deserve
For defining our own Pattern of dust
As we climb this mountain
On which we hope to touch heaven
As we go through this maturation
Which you taught us
With your glasses on
Like your own Sebi
Whom made me his own Plato
Timothy rarely laughed but had a certain wicked grin,
not that grin when one smiles too widely:
his untrustworthy looks were very scary:
why couldn't he act like the happy Huckleberry Finn?
Unforgiving, rebellious, arrogant and insane
were the many attributions to his character;
everybody hated his attitude and colored hair:
they avoided him when he swung his cane.
He had no friends, except his mom offering spoils;
his attire was not trendy, he had a long, red beard
which he never trimmed to look attractive to girls:
they saw his dark side and wouldn't mutter a word.
Children were horrified of his gaunt body, they thought
he was another Jesse Poneroy who tortured little boys
and killed girls, but fear was as compelling as doubt:
his reputation got tarnished by rumors, not actual facts.
Timothy rarely laughed but had a certain wicked grin,
until now nobody has figured out what had built inside of him:
rejection, hostility, animosity increased his acute pain,
but he defied them by wearing a hat with a turned-down brim.
Entered in Broken Wings contest,
" Deep And Dark "
Written on 12/ 27/2015
A fellow named
Timothy Terna,
was killed by a
brutalised hyena.
When went him a
forest,
to pray at a high
crest,
for God to send
down bunch of
manna.
O Lord my God full of mercy and truth
I humbly come to you to seek your face
pleading your forgiveness and redemption
in emptiness I come to your amazing grace
Teach me Lord to be on my knees
reverently in godly fear speaking prayer
learning to listen to your still small voice
hearing you clearly is like clear morn air
Give me a mind for real study
make your word implanted in my heart
help me meditate upon it real deep
so your holy writ pierce me like a dart
Provide me with all spiritual weapons
to fight off the devils deadly attack
help me to stand strong against him
clothed in Christ’s righteousness no lack
Make me faithful to the end
holding forth your word divine
no matter what hold me close
Having that assurance you’re mine
O Lord fill me up with yourself
make me true to you as my friend
give me your holy approval in Christ
to walk in your steps I ask, Amen!
(Study to show yourself approved to God’) 2Timothy 2: 15)
In these days that we live in
the walk of faith is no picnic
attacks come from every side
makes one feel spiritually sick
there is a remedy to all this
seek God first and first alone
worship the Lord for His grace
knowing His presence in every bone
God's word declares stand strong
no matter the opposition you face
for God is always at your side
being personally upon your case
Trust God's hand to pull you through
be led by His Spirit to guide you
over every barrier, satan brings about
listen well to know what you do
Don't give a thought to any dreams
their teachings be sure to throw away
hold fast to God's faithful scriptures
stay faithful till the final day!
("Now the Spirit expressly says that in later times some will depart from the faith by devoting themselves to deceitful spirits and teachings of demons, ")
1 Timothy 4: 1 (ESV)
When i look at you, i see beautiful.
Each day with you is like the morning dew, the drop that sets glistening on
the leaf, refreshing and brand new.
Your voice is like a symphony, playing hypnotizing notes and i'm lost in the
sound, enclosed.
Your smile is as bright as the sun, rising over the mountain top
and shining into my valley, awaking all that is young.
Eyes that have seen many things, the portal to your soul, i see in them.
A heart that pumps love through your body, i hear it beat when i breath,
as our hearts are one.
Hands that are as smooth as the waves that carry me out to sea,
lost in your embrace, i'll always be.
I love you more than i could ever explain, and the best thing ever
is i know you feel the same.
Little Tiny Timothy
Was less than five feet tall
Not much chance of growing
His Dad was also small!
For quite a little while then
He felt he didn't fit in
Things were geared for bigger boys
He was also very thin!
Love to play a contact sport
Bigger boys would laugh
At this little guy's bold request
That he would even ask!
But Little Tiny Timothy
Didn't let it beat him down
Went on to more important things
As mayor of his own hometown!
Your bigness doesn't matter
It's what's inside that counts
So take heart all you little people
All obstacles you can surmount!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Looking above for divine wisdom
that’s where you believe it’s found
but it’s found within the holy scriptures
where the truth is so fully sound
Filling oneself with a holy godliness
one which shows God’s righteous state
the almighty full of power and splendour
who holds you together not left to fate
Mix this godliness with something sweet
the sweetness of divine contentment
granting a deep[ peace in your soul
from this position of spiritual betterment
The greatness of this awesome blessing
is such a wonder for one to behold
in this we receive such great gain
such a jewel can’t even compare gold
This is such a winning formula
godliness and contentment never to tear
holds your heart in such constant peace
that makes no need to ever fear
(‘Godliness with contentment is great gain’ 1 Timothy 6: 6 )
Saint Timothy, you're a treasure here on the Soup
You're so good at limericks, words rhyming with poop
It ain't all that easy
At times I get queasy
But you Saint Timothy, words just roll out, whoop whoop
Timothy was an Irish Leprechaun
Who lived in the place where his family was born
In a house in a hole at the base of a little tree
And thought the world was a wonder to see
He kept his pot of gold at the rainbow's end
That he visited every rainy cold day once again
So as to keep his gold from marauding pirates
Who would hide near a rainbow whilst they would wait
For Leprechauns to come out to see their gold
So after a particularly wet Saturday afternoon so cold
Timothy decided to see his golden treasure
And left his little tree to seek it out for his pleasure
Whistling a Irish jig on journey under the shiny sun
With each step an adventure that had just begun
And with the sun out on high the rainbow appeared
In magic dust as it flew across the sky a roadway endeared
But the Pirates were near and they saw Timothy at the start
Of the rainbow hearing the words that were Leprechaun smart
"Over the rainbow and away across the blue sky,
I want to see my treasure and need a road to get there by"
The road on the rainbow appeared for Timothy clearly ahead
And he stepped up on it and looked forward without dread
The pirates waited and when Timothy was far enough away
They spoke the words and quietly they were on their way
The rainbow curved across the sky as Timothy hiked on by
Stealthy and quietly the pirates followed the road in the sky
Until they saw Timothy at the end of the fabled highway
As he opened his pot of gold sparkling brightly away
Then the pirates jumped out and surprised him with their guns
And they thought they had the gold with their laughter begun
Timothy said his magic words, " Be gone each and everyone"
When pop! The pirates disappeared as Timothy had won
Timothy had a chuckle and danced a jig to his favourite song
Putting his gold away in its rightful place where it belongs
And what of the pirates and punishment I hear you say
They were in the Simpson Desert in Australia far from the sea away.
© Paul Warren Poetry
There lives a fellow named Timothy Shortpants
Known as a most renowned guru on romance
Has discovered a new passion
That's just come into fashion
Do you actually think it could be limericks by chance
© Jack Ellison 2015
MENTAL INSTITUTIONS SHOULD PLANT FLOWERS TO PASS THE HOURS
Dead daisies,
deceased dandelions
torched tulips birthed to be torn and tragically tormented
And those daisies and dandelions died due to being deemed demented
Maples were made miserable,
evergreens were ever sad,
and fir trees were forced to become forlorn
Those evergreens and firs were sorrowful for all of them having been born
Morning glories are in mourning,
daffodils are decaying and decrying the dawning
and chrysanthemums were cruelly created to cry
lovely lilies were living a life to lament
As violets vied with violence,
and roses were required to repent
Forget-me-nots were forgotten,
hydrangeas weren’t high on danger
as junipers jousted with an unjust June
Lilacs lied,
petunias pouted
while marigolds were made mad due to the
moon
The sage were relegated to rage,
as a carnation prayed for an alternate incarnation
and the wisteria suffered hysteria because of insipid information
The iris had a virus
Chrysanthemums went crazy
Marigolds went mad
While wisteria went wild
And for this garden’s ailments there is no sensible solution
Except to send all the plants and trees to an orna-mental institution
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The troubles of our daily lives
can come upon us ever so quick
we don’t know what has hit us
putting us down with a power kick
But we’ve God to call upon
He loves us in His perfect power
showing comfort and peaceful calm
speaking His fragrance like a flower
God is so full of divine grace
filled with His love so free
like displayed in His beloved son
who died for our sin on Calvary’s tree
Exceedingly and abundant so full
this describes God’s loving grace
for to cover His beloved children
the Lord knows each and every face
The Lord’s grace is enough for all
whoever may come to the Lord
It’s eternally abundantly sufficient
Holding fast to the heavenly cord
(' and the grace of our Lord overflowed for me with the faith and love that are in Christ Jesus.' 1 Timothy ch. 1 v. 14 (ESV))