Mend the fences they will say,
give forgiveness as you pray.
Is there a smile in the suns bright ray?
Maybe I do not want a pretty flower bouquet.
I think you should be on your way,
fly out of my life like a blue jay.
I do not want to mend this fence today,
you bring me clouds of gray.
I want only a happy day,
make it fast with no delay
I am grateful for those who have the ability
without preparation, coaching or training
to bring the sunshine with them…
even…when it’s raining.
markler barkey harkerly bibbily bee
silly billy bolder dasher delights me
giggly wiggly polygraphing Sheridan she
joyfully foyfully digging a diddily dee
yes these kinds of poems bring me glee
though they make no sense even to me
With a stroke of your brush,
the magic begins,
The lion grows fur and a
proud, golden chin.
The elephant trumpets and
steps off the page,
While a colorful parrot flies
out of its cage.
A blue dolphin leaps from a
bright painted sea,
And a furry brown monkey
swings down from a tree.
A tall striped giraffe reaches
up to the skies,
While a soft bunny hops as
the purple ink dries.
Every animal wakes with a
splash and a gleam,
In the magical book where
the pages can dream.
This is a poem
to bring Peace
to all the World
Can it help?
I hope so
It is long overdue
As John Lennon expounded
the World needs Peace
We can do it
If we put our
energies and minds to it
The USA can
lead the way
if we got some
innovative and enthusiastic leadership
In today's World
it seems like it's
a far and distant concept
But it can be done
with strong beliefs
and actions
Oh mighty Father..Lord of all creation I am
Calling out to you..For your Name is the greatest.' Just your Name Lord..Just your
Name.! I beg your indulgence Father through all the Ages You are always unchanging..Although you are always doing new things.' Lord i know you can see
The depths to which people have fallen as
The world leaders have joined in a group to
Mock You Father.' They have abused the gift of life, they have desecrated Your Altar
In the innocent souls they have killed I live
In the same world i too am human and sinfull Lord Father..Yet these actions admitted to.' Recorded flaunted..There to
My mind needs to be a reckoning..I ask you
Father to punish the wicked.' To remove them before their time Lord.' Yet may all be
Done in accordance with Your Will.' Yet i
beleive many people..Not perfect people
just like me Lord and Father,
would welcome a
Sweep of Your Mighty hand, if six were gone soon
Lord? that Your Name be again reverenced..Amen amen amen Your Will be done.'
she looks so young and pure and kind sitting there
sharing her bright blue eyes and her lovely blonde hair
But what is she selling? They kind of give me pause.
I wonder if she will receive coal from Santa Claus.
She is surrounded by hideously ugly skulls of orange and white.
Did she make these grotesque things? They need to be out of sight.
She is lucky she has two months to redeem herself, I think.
She should hide these monstrosities or tear them up in the sink.
can I bring my glam-ma on the field trip? asked little Lou
Sure, said the teacher, I’ll give you another slip, here are two.
She thought the child had trouble pronouncing an R.
But when she saw his glam-ma, she knew she was a star.
Some of us are nanas or grandmas or grandmothers
This woman was a fashion statement, not like the others
She exuded sensuality, she was a fashion statement and bold.
Nothing about her said aged, seasoned, withered or old.
“I drink poetry like champagne in Timelessness, purifying me, strengthening me, calming me…” Poet
Fear not to seed dismantling of Time
as fairies jingle to eternal rhyme
relay questions to angelic billies
surrender thorned horn as muted chime
Delightful drum rolls voice verses frilly
listen lingering to lyrics silly
fingering silky hair, smooth tulip neck
frequency of name will be moon's tilly ~
Fear not to transmute hot tears that wreck
soothing away of niggly grains of speck
tinkle brass keys in freedom's pearly waves
gliding Spirit’s sanguine undying beck
Hail now, splendid maids with cute sterling knaves
let poems bring sleep in dream cosy caves
ache not for peeps or smooth ebony cheeks
drink pomegranates' nectar, leaving raves !
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Standard Contest : A Beautiful Rubaiyat
Sponsor : Constance la France
Feb. 26 : 2nd Placement
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We were transient, we were free
In the dark we lie shining
dripping moonlight and gold
In this electric forest you'll find my body singing
Everything we feel is fleeting so lets dance
till we reach the end of our time in the sky
The stars in our eyes glittering
throwing our hands up high, letting the bass determine the beating of our hearts
we bring on the night...
The energy in the room
Brought joy all around
Gifts under the tree
No space to be found
Delicious food on the table
Kiddy table to the right
Paper products abound
No dishes to do, in sight
Everything's perfect
Family and friends begin to sing
Birthday wishes
For the new born king
Wrappings flying about
Children jumping with toys in hand
Parents hoping they listened
And purchased the right brand
Clean up happened quick
Not one person noticed my gift
Lapis Lazuli is rare
When misunderstood, brings a great rift
The trash welcomed the gem
With no one the wiser
I left, again and again
As an unwelcome miser
I no longer attend those affairs
Where my gift is not revered
Alone, and fully present
Better than a crowd of liars devoted to fear
Written by Trudy Schrader on 12-15-2025
Awesome moment of gleeful smiles brings joy...
To eyes missing memories Grandma enjoy
While on earth with man and God
Without stress against all odd;
Celebrates life tears struggle to annoy.
We're all just passing through... And theres no point clinging on. Just put both hands in the air and shout F it - Bring it on!!
For the International Contest, Fourtle Sponsor, Charlie Messini.
From above bring
Sweet love and sing
Bring your sin and the ugliness within
It’s all we bring: our part of the equation
But He quickens us to Christ
This Desire of every nation
The ingredients found in the preparation
Is the recipe for God’s vindication
It’s more than a metaphor
It’s an intimate union prepared by the Lord
And as we doubt and fall, sinking as did Peter
Let us cry out to our Overcomer and Leader
(And daily we need our Savior because of our behavior)
“Mein Körper und mein Blut” says Martin Luther
But it’s more than just elements
But we have faith (and sin we exchange)
For our development
(It’s a spiritual imbibing of Jesus Christ
Needed for the Christians ambling through this life)
Myriads and myriads of angels
Descending and ascending on Jacob’s Ladder
For periods and periods in eternal life
We will live this faith (with each other), and for our Master
(In closing hear the pastor’s call, to all)
The Law and The Gospel, they work in tandem
As the Old Testament handed the brush, the New Testament paints
This is our faith that’s not contrary to reason
And the reason for reason is The King of the saints
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