Christine Poems - Poems about 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...

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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...

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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!"...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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)...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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