FOUR CUBED
Four words a line,
Four lines a stanza.
Four of these comprise
Ms. Hawley’s next extravaganza.
Three words won’t satisfy;
Five are too numerous.
And, one more condition,
She’d like it humorous.
That’s two verses done
And I’ve barely commenced.
It’s not my nature
To write lines condensed.
But, if she insists,
I’ll follow her law.
Sixty one, sixty two,
Sixty three, sixty four.
Trees to trim
Bulbs amuck!
Lights ‘bove brim
Huge red suit
Belly stuck---
bad lawsuit!
Eve turns dim
God’s love struck-
“thanks for Him….”
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12.22.19
Have a Merry 3-Cubed Christmas Poetry Contest
Andrea Dietrich
Cinnamon,
ginger spice,
tasty fun.
Pumpkin pie
ah so nice
my oh my!
Christmas pie,
have a slice
taste sublime!
12-20-19
Have a Merry 3-Cubed Christmas Poetry Contest
Andrea Dietrich
God with us
then and now
Praise His name
Born this day
Jesus Christ
Lord of Lords
Breath of God
speak show flow
within me
The red kings,
And the black kings,
And the kings of garnet and jasper,
Lie silently behind plexiglass
While the population
Is petrified.
Yet the red kings,
And the black kings,
And the kings of garnet-jasper,
Are only strange marionette kings
That the population themselves
Have created.
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