Best Wishers Poems
Have you seen that old wishing well
It’s the place where dead dreams dwell
Where onlookers can tell
That this is where many hopes fell
Please don’t visit that old wishing well
It’s a place where you’ll shed a few tears
And you’ll tremble with fear
And you’ll realize that none of your dreams are near
Are near
A goal for a penny
Some desires for a dime
The unfulfilled are many
They have payed for humanity’s crimes
Lady Luck won’t see wishes through
She’s tired of people, she’ll always refuse
All of your wishes are yours to pursue
Cause if you throw them in that well
Your future is doomed
You have much to lose
Now you look at that old wishing well
And your hold on your money’s not tense
You could face consequence
Of letting your guard down and losing your sense
So intrigued by that old wishing well
In the water the coins lost their shine
And it’s not hard to find
The quivers and shivers that run down your spine
Down your spine
Aspirations for a quarter
Hope for a half of a dollar
Your time is getting shorter
You must decide if you’ll throw a coin in that water
Will you surrender and lose your mind
Paying a price for humanity’s crimes
Then you’d be a member of the lost kind
The people that left all they’ve worked for
Far behind
Leave the wishing well
Save your dearest dreams
Cause having the life you want
Is not that hard to achieve
By throwing a coin inside
You’ll lose all your human pride
You could go on a journey, embrace the ride
And yet you’ve followed the tide
So you’ve chosen that old wishing well
And now you are beyond any help
You’re like everyone else
Watch the new penny reach the ground slow
And it’s clear it’s the time that you know
That you’ve chosen wrong so,
Your shaking hand goes
On a mission to retrieve
Your own penny so you can believe
Turn your back to that old wishing well
It’s a place where dead dreams dwell
Now you can tell
It’s a place where hopes fell
You haven’t fallen to the spell
And no one should ever return
To that old wishing well
But as long as people do wrong
They’ll be those
Who will stay
By that wishing
Well
Oh! Oh! Oh!
The little wishers
stand outside
gazing at the stars,
everybody misses
the cheery voice of Santa;
wait a little longer, no need
for tears: you'll see Santa
and his reindeers!
Boys and girls
anxiously wait, their smiles
have a shining glow:
they have been wondering for hours
if their Christmas spirit will grow,
not thinking about toys...
when everything will turn white,
greeting the brightest night
that's beautiful and quiet!
Ho! Ho! Ho!
The little wishers look up...
while snowflakes
start falling down;
moon and stars
won't be seen:
boys and girls,
get ready to cheer up!
Ho! Ho! Ho!
Little wishers wave at Santa
and his reindeers,
he has traveled far
to make your wishes come true!
Ho! Ho! Ho!
Thank Santa and hug him:
he has done this just for you!
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!
Have you been good,
or better than gorgeous Robert
who helps grannies
with their groceries?
Santa knows it
and will give him the best present!
Santa says, " Be nice to all,
and be full of Christmas cheer!
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!
there are those non-believers who
really
really
wish
deep down inside
that there was a
“heaven”---
some place that they could go to when it’s all over
which would answer all their questions &
unite them with all their loved ones &
make
everything
just
right &
wouldn’t you know it,
they just can’t quite believe in the garbage that
religion gives them
& they just can’t look themselves in the mirror &
tell themselves that they are
“spiritual” or that their lives are dictated by the
location of stars in the sky & when they
were born....
so
they walk a fine line,
these
wishers
who just can’t
let
it
go
they must be the most tormented of all.
1. There was a father whom the Lord had blessed exceedingly, giving him, of His grace, a land goodly and wide, from the mountains even unto the sea, that his house might dwell therein together, and call upon His name.
2 And the father dealt justly with all his children, giving to every one his portion, that none should lack, and none should say, My brother hath robbed me.
3 Now certain of his sons and daughters had their dwelling in the borders of that land, upon the outward edges thereof; and among them envy was kindled, as fire kindled in dry stubble.
4 For the accuser, whose name is the Devil, beheld their peace and could not abide it; and he sent unto them false witnesses, clothed as counsellors, whose tongues were smoother than oil, but their words were war.
5 And these said unto the envious, Behold, your brethren have taken what was never theirs; rise up, for the inheritance is not for them to hold. And the envious believed the lie, for it was pleasant to their pride.
6 And their pride grew until it swallowed up remembrance; and they forgot the tongue wherein their fathers had called upon the Lord, and their own mouths grew strange to them, and prayer ceased in their dwellings.
7 Then went they about to root out every mention of the Lord that blessed their house; they brake down what their fathers had built, and blotted out His name from the doorposts, saying, We will not have this God to reign over us.
8 And when the fear of God was departed from among them, corruption came in easily, as a thief through an open door; their sons grew false, and their daughters were given up to harlotry; and the righteous that remained wept for it in secret places, and were not comforted.
9 And the envy that had been sown put forth the fruit that is Cain's; brother lifted up his hand against brother, and the ground drank blood — blood that was real, and not a show, and not a play.
10 But they that dwelt afar off, and had no portion nor inheritance in that land, looked upon the slaughter as men look upon a game; and they sent fuel to the burning, and named it aid, and named their profit, peace.
11 For these served neither the father nor any son of his house, but only their own gain; and had they gone their way, the brethren might soon have wept together and been reconciled; but they went not their way, for the quarrel was their harvest.
12 Then the righteous, scattered though they were, lifted up their voices, weeping, and said, O Lord, lay it not to the charge of our foolish brethren; they know not fully what they do; remember them still as Thine own, though they have played the harlot.
13 And they said also, one to another, Let us not judge, that we be not judged; for the Lord alone knoweth the heart, and vengeance is His, and His alone; let no man call down fire in his own wrath, for the wrath of man worketh not the righteousness of God.
14 Yet the Lord seeth all things, and is not mocked. The blood that is shed crieth unto Him out of the ground, as the blood of Abel cried of old; and His anger is kindled, and the day of His visitation hasteth and delayeth not.
15 And in that day the Lord shall gather His scattered household, every one, and there shall be again one fold and one shepherd, as it was in the beginning.
16 But the tares shall not be bound up with the wheat; every man shall be known by his fruit, and shall receive according to his own labour, and not another's.
17 And as for the corrupters and the instigators, that made a game of blood and waxed fat upon the sorrow of brethren, the Lord shall not hold them guiltless; their portion is the lake that burneth with fire and with brimstone, for they loved the quarrel above the peace, and their own gain above their neighbour's life.
18 Howbeit, let no man declare beforehand which soul is condemned, for the times and the seasons the Father hath kept in His own hand.
19 Therefore watch, and pray, and judge not; love the brethren, though they be gone astray, and wait upon the Lord, for His mercy endureth for ever, and His judgment faileth not.
20 Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God.