Forgetting Christine
As a thorn would pierce the skin
And bury there, deep within
Childish was my love for her
Caught was I upon that spur
Was it but, her air of grace
Or that she was fair of face
Beauty with a sense of plain
Earthly built in every grain
As she passed the flowers dim
Grew brighter round her every rim
Their blooms alone to signify
An angel there was walking by
Her rebel spirit could not hide
The joy she brings upon her tide
A crest of wistful whisperings
From deep imagination springs
Still she lives there in my muse
Pouring thoughts, that refuse
To let her go from every scene
I’ll not forget my sweet Christine
Crafty Christine has a magical way with a sewing machine
She is also great with crafts, she may be the queen
She puts things together in a fun, fine way.
Recipients of her gifts say “hip hip hooray!”
She can take old denim and make aprons that glow.
With hems of silver, they put on a fine show.
Her quilts are amazing, better than any we’ve seen.
Crafty Christine is the queen, yes, she is the queen!
Her concoctions and designs are legends around here.
We stand back, amazed, said her neighbors dear.
She can take a backyard and turn it into a park fit for a queen.
We are all impressed by our clever, crafty Christine.
Up and Down Australia's Gold Coast
All the hotels are prone to boast:
"You can ask your host
For Marmite on toast
But beware the Vegemite ghost!"
So many years have gone past
that together we’ve dearly shared
at Christmas time so especially
we remember together always paired
So happy as one we have been
maybe there’s been ups and downs
but knowing God is at our side
providing all His graceful crowns
This Christmas we can look back
especially over the past 12 months
being with us during every step
our Lord was faithful more than once
So have a happy Christmas again
many thanks for all your love
for all our Christmas’s together
our love touches us both like a glove
(My Christmas poem for my lovely wife Christine having shared over 31 years and more together.)
Christmas Christine had sheer love of Christmas in her heart
She felt sorry for families whose loved ones had to be apart.
She tried to do whatever she could to help festivities start.
Including sharing her wintery snowman and Santa Claus art.
She makes tasty treats and shares them with her neighbors’ fair.
You can usually smell vanilla and cinnamon wafting in her air.
She cooks marvelous concoctions with her cousin Blair.
We often taste her made up recipes on a darling dare.
We know Christmas Christine’s cookies are a delight.
They are usually festive and large, and amazingly bright.
She cooks and bakes for all of us throughout the night.
Her generosity is more than a tiny bit out of sight.
Lay your head upon my shoulder.
Tears are heavy, your battle great.
You’ve fought the fight.
You’re in our arms to rest.
We carry you at last, at last,
The end in sight,
Into the darkness of the night.
May God accept you peaceably .
May your heart be beating,
Beneath His awesome wings.
I hope your wings soar.
Whispering “I love you.”
Hope you hear it…
All the love we can give
It’s all we can give.
It’s everything.
4/28/2021
It’s birthday time again for you
Another year again comes around
This one’s certainly be different
But still, congratulations to you abound
Hoping you’ll still enjoy your day
Despite a lack of goodies for you
When normality returns you’ll get plenty
Hold your patience they’ll still be new
Thank you for being just you
Loving me always no matter what
Trusting my love always to do
All you want and have sought
Your love goes the furthest mile
Never stopping till reaches home
There it’s safe and sound to stay
All my love to you this day
Happy Birthday CHRISTINE
Many more be your scene
(It's my lovely wife Christine's birthday today so this is for her special day.)
.
OWED TO CHRISTINE BLASEY FORD
Christine Blasey Ford
You fill me with awe,
I'll never forget
What I heard and saw
When you first appeared
Before all those men -
Spoke truth to power
Again and again.
You filled me with pride
Yes - even with bliss,
I yearned to hug you
And give you a kiss.
Riddled with fear, and
Entrenched in the dark
You dared to come out
And you lit a spark
In all of us women
And in men, too,
Who were too afraid
To be brave, like you.
God bless you and keep
That courage, that spark,
Because, Doctor Ford,
You're my Joan of Arc!
.
Called and chosen of God
Her trustful love for her saviour
Resting on his gracious mercy
Inwardly thoughtful and helpful
Such a faithful and loving wife
Truly wise and compassionate
Immeasurably full of constant love
Never failing true forever friend
Emblem of love's truest preciousness
(Dedication to my wife Christine.
Christine is special because she loves me unconditionally)
The Twin, Christine
Oh gorgeous Twin, my heart entwined
I searched the land but could not find
To win your heart I am inclined
Oh Twin, come Twin, my heart unwind.
[Such glorious creature, rare to trace
upon this Earth or out in space.
So shines forth radiance in her grace
And brighter still, that on her face.
That I could share with her my life….
In future time to be my wife….
Let passion take us, wild and rife….
And be our strength in times of strife.
I plead to you ‘Christine, be wise!
the man for you must be ‘too nice’.
For all he gives cannot suffice
And loving you - should tell no lies!]
So till you come, I’ll sit and wait
And pen a verse to life’s ornate
To you this song I dedicate
Come twin with me - don’t hesitate!
(The Fg 81.5.8)
Hotpants showing off tanned legs
as long as a June school day
Blonde pigtails framing wide eyes,
bluer than Peruvian opals
Cherry lips freeing sly smiles
that gleamed on those dark nights
Eager heart sharing ill fated love
with this lucky, grateful lover
This poem is inspired by and
dedicated to Christine Ha,
MasterChef season three
winner.
Christine, I'd like to
Sit and dream with you for a
bit-
You, the story teller
Me, the dreamer.
I'd like to wash my heart
In your evidence that
There is colors and
Meanings in this world.
Did the sea urchin's
Spine feel like the grass
That so many wonderful
dreamers
Know all too well?
I can picture them
Purifying themselves in labor-
Some with their hands,
Others with their heart.
I imagine a sponge in your hands,
Your fingers tightly squeezing
And the splash that would reverberate
As the water hit your soul.
Then i imagine the sun reflecting off
That image.
And all I can do
Is smile.
Christine has social phobia
She doesn’t like to go outside
She is cooped up inside all day,
Hunched over a book or on the
Computer. Her days are filled
With boredom and gloom.
At the mere age of 12, she is
Accustomed to the world
That is the inside of her own
Home. She has no goals
No life, no hopes, no dreams,
She is trapped inside a box
And she can’t seem to get out
And that angers her
She hates herself for being this
Way, she wishes she could be like
Other kids. Her parents don’t care,
In fact they barely notice that she’s
There. She wonders if this is all life
Has in store for her, and for the first time
In her life, she hopes, she prays that
She’ll change.
July 23,2007
A GrandDaughter born , a Gift from HEAVEN
8# 1oz , 20 1/2inches long 5:43 CST She was born
She is the morning SUNSHINE every single MORN
She is the Light of my day, She is the Star of my Night
She is the one that sets my HEART in a Heavenly Flight
So much LOVE, JOY puts a universal smile on My FACE
God gives me a LOVE I will always Embrace
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY ANGEL
Dedicated to Christine Wessels and Family
To many miles apart are we now,
can I say I'm sorry anyhow,
yesterday we talked about what happened
words were said that should be tossed away,
years ago in a far away day,
when you both came over to stay,
Jimmy is gone now, but your still here,
so we have today, yesterday is gone,
tomorrow will bring new memories,
that we can share my daughter dear,
Chris lets start today brand new,
the past is long gone,
so sorry about things that have
happened to you,
I love you so much, more than you know,
lets make today a brand new start,
I know if we do,it will bring
a glow to our heart.
wrote 12-16-06
Delicated to my daughter Christine, in memory of my son,
James W. Foulk Jr. Born 4-19-66 Died 9-20-05
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