Caleb Poems

Axel Caleb

(Dedication: For my grandson Axel Caleb)
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Curious child
Wears a touch wild


Wonder here
Dwells in bold spheres


Surprise me
With what you see


Wander then
Across fine spans


Fancy toys
With fragrant ploys


Winsome smile
Prompts charm with style


Daring do
Tells much of you


Lovely face
With glowing grace


Bubbly zest
In curious quest


Lovely eyes
Blossom with sighs


Crawling round
As touch now grounds




Leon Enriquez
02 February 2019
Singapore

Caleb

9/23/1989 - 1/20/2009

Grief dropped like a huge guillotine
 on the world of me, my daughter and wife.
My son Caleb was only nineteen,
 when too soon he left our life.

He was a marine off on holiday,
 with two friends from the base.
They drove to one's family to stay,
 and on the way back tragedy took place.

My

Caleb

Caleb

The dawn was steel and gray
The day Caleb came to his senses,
He could smell the kitchen love,
Of Maxwell House and blintzes.

“It’s been too long – he stretched
Since this home was filled with laughter.
On his face split a crooked smile,
For Caleb’s morning after.

The revival meeting ‘neath the canopy
“All day singin’ and dinner on the grounds,”
Went two

Just For You: Axel Caleb

(Dedication: For my grandson Axel Caleb)
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Laugh with clear poise
Oomph outlasts noise
Voice well your choice


Etch passion bright
Live precious light
Yes feel what's right


Bright blessings bloom
Lasting cheer rooms
Etch love that booms


Sense succinct stay
Set ample days
Indulge wise ways


Now and here see
Glimpse what will be
Feel play and spree


Opt to be good
Reap wonder's food
Mind well each mood


Yield charming wit
Grace shapes each

Caleb, 1665 Graduate of Harvard Caleb Cheeshahteaumuck

Man stands high – in Creation - but higher yet she wants to stand!
Before Columbus, trees stood like Sentries, minding communications;
Once these lands were taken, WE hear much of “Supply & Demand,” 

Nations weep: gone the Three Sisters and B. Bison from this land
Gone, too, crystal rivers, lakes, Bear Spirit, all Sacred Mountains
Man stands high

Caleb a Gordley

** This poem is in memory of Caleb, the 16 year old who got killed after he accidentaly went into his neighbor's house thinking it was his house and his neighbor thought it was an intruder and shot and killed him.



Caleb spreads his wings out in Heaven.

Flying high with every beat he raps,

 But at

Caleb C

My last name is Culverhouse. My first name is Caleb.
Words that describe me are kind, smart, shy, and curious.
My dad is Wayne C.
My mom is Doris C.
I think the government should get their money cut until they fix things.
I think if my dad could get free time he could be a pro artist!
The only things

Caleb

What can be said 
about this man
One that is not easy to be read.
His words come to life
Pen to paper
With poetry to his wife
A loving father indeed 
Nothing else like it
Teaching and giving all they need.
Mysterious is he
What's in his head
Is he thinking about me
He's not perfect 
Mistakes have been made
Things I know he'll correct
He's

Hope In Darkness By John Caleb Martinez 8th Grade

The darkness is filling up my room
  nightfall is coming very fast.
Today was really filled with gloom
  good thing the days never last.

I look at my closet and there I see
  something glaring at me.
It's not that big but it will do
  it fills me with joy and not gloom.

This small

Caleb Heart

Come to me he whispered,

And I was happy to comply,

Love, in the highest from shone from his eyes,

Every cell in my body, responded to his voice.

Be mine I whispered



He nodded in reply

Everything I wanted was in him

All my dreams, in him

Rejoice, 

Taboo of love, is broken

By Caleb Culverhouse

Jingle bells, Ashley smells
Shirley laid an egg
The truck had a flat
And the deer got away


Hunting days, hunting days
Deers be aware, Caleb has a sharp eye
Packing a hot loaded rifle yeah!

**My eleven year old wrote this

Caleb Cutie

Caleb, Caleb cutie cream pie
Couldn't keep one candy handy
Sweet tooth times a thirty pearlies
Became loose-y goosey gummy

My Best Explaination of Death(For Caleb)

Injury, sickness and time weakens the fragile human body.
When a person has been fighting
the battle of life, the body weakens with age.
One day we give up the battle and take our
begining in God's eternal kingdom.
Where we won't tire, have pain, be sad and feel loss.
Uncles are there praising Jesus at his feet, 
smiling brightly with

Untitled #231 / Caleb

CALEB KEY CARTER
OCT. 2, 1981 NOV. 14, 1997

Strong Tower (A Song For Caleb)

In the time-
That I'm afraid-
I will call-
Upon His Name
For in the times-
I have been brave-
I have called-
Upon His Name  (Chorus)

The name of the Lord, the name of the Lord
The name of the Lord's Strength and Power
The name of the Lord, the name of the Lord
The name of the Lord's a Strong Tower

And the righteous

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