Christine Poems - Poems about Christine

Forgetting Christine

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

crafty 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

Christine Watts Watch

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!"

Happy Christmas Christine Again

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

Christmas Christine

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

To Christine

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

Happy Birthday Christine

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

Sappho's Rose

Our English Rose
by Michael R. Burch

for Christine Ena Burch

The rose is—
the ornament of the earth,
the glory of nature,
the archetype of the flowers,
the blush of the meadows,
a lightning flash of beauty.

This is my translation of ancient Greek epigram by Sappho of Lesbos. It was originally titled "Sappho's Rose" before I chose to dedicate it to my

Your Truth - a Conversation With Christine Blasey Ford

Tell me your story, leave out no fact,
I’ll pose my questions with sympathy and tact,
You’re a brave woman with a pure heart,
If you’re now ready, breathe deeply and we’ll start.

You were fifteen, vulnerable and shy
Discovering life as every day went by,
Protected by the hearth of community and home,
Your world a few square miles from which

Owed To Christine Blasey Ford

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

Christine

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)

A Dedication To Christine

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

To Christine, 1972

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

For Christine

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

Worse Than Christine

Worse Than Christine

I am a glutton for punishment, as you shall soon see,
I had an Austin Healey Sprite, or more rightly, it had Me!

Had I looked up the name in Webster’s, I would have known, oh, so well,
That to own and to drive one, was a short trip to Hell!

The word “Sprite” means disembodied spirit,

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