Six plus three is eight
School is really great
Two plus five is nine
It’s never been this fine
One times one is four
My teacher I adore
Math comes to me so easily
~ Why’d I get a ‘B’
I am grateful for for knowing the eight words
in life that if spoken…will take everybody far…
And I’m grateful to repeat them often:
I love you just the way you are.
A Jaw biopsy was done to determine the issue,
The Doctors first response “looks like scar tissue”.
His next question was, “have you ever been hit on the Jaw”?
In an attempt to be funny my response brought no hurrah,
“Yes, I have on a few occasions, hit a fist with my face”,
when endeavoring to put another, in what I thought, was his place.
From the lab I waited three days, then came my answer.
The Doctor quickly said Tom “You have Parotid Gland cancer”.
So cancer became the match that would set my fields on fire,
I sought the face of Jesus and once more I could easily respire.
In faith I asked Jesus, i believed, and confessed my sin,
and at that moment I felt forgiven and became born again.
Now many years and speed bumps later I still grasp his hand,
Jesus is still my captain and I’m still under his command.
.
The Eighth day of life is calling you'
His heart is open; always true!
The Beatles sang about this man?
I'd say un-aware' of His plan.?
Gifted artists..Whom He endowed!
World sucess.' And millions wow'd
Jesus ready to return again
Although un-worthy I raise my pen.!
You will fall but you can choose to stand back up again
Often missing His Call even more now than then
Even right in front of His Face like you have not a care
In so knowing of such disgrace yet acting as if unaware
You know of His Name yet you take it so light
So often taking your shame and placing it out of sight
Continuing to set aside everything you know to be true
And all of it for your own pride, as if nobody knew
But as I said you will fall, but you need to learn to stand
Why would you risk it all for anything else in this land
Be it drugs, sex, or rock ‘n’ roll
Or any other vice out there
When it comes to your soul, you better be aware
The Lord always forgives, but you have to change your path
For when one recklessly lives soon we will feel God‘s wrath
It doesn’t need to be this way He gave us all a way out
So I’ll just simply pray that He ends this present bout
Ephesians 6:13-14
Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand
When first I went ten-pin bowling
was in a league of my own
tho' hot to trot my score was shot
splits and gutterballs set the tone
my opponent bowled professionally
outclassed before I'd begun
she demonstrated then remonstrated
“It's not 'only a game' to some!”
tho' bet my set I'd met my match
when playing each frame for a round
looked like I'm paying heard me saying
"The next one's on me, I'll be bound."
with a spin a difficult situation
unlikely to escape she placed me in
and looking down the lane found myself
once more behind the eight pin
EIGHT BEAUTIFUL LINES
Filled with peachy pleasure in parsley pastures
I eye eagle elegantly elevate in elongated flight
warriors wonder wisely about rising Sun
whispering wondrous worldly wishes across
abiding angelic appled air spun
elves and fairies pirouette in royal ribbons blue
with mystics maypoling as kittens mew
a mistletoe mist of fat figs feasting true !
I waited and I waited just in case she’d been delayed
I stood there feeling foolish, though I acted undismayed
A movie and some popcorn might have won her pretty smile
And I was very keen and so I waited quite a while
Perhaps she didn’t like the fact I had a missing tooth
I’d heard another one would grow and hoped that was the truth
I hoped to tell Jemima of the money that I’d found…
“Hid my tooth under my pillow and it turned into a pound.”
Jemima, as my girlfriend wasn’t stretching much belief
I didn’t have much money, but I had a lot teeth
Losing one seemed scary, but the outcome could be great
Because, you see, the tooth fairy was paying for our date
But then I felt a flutter as Jemima said “Hello.”
She covered up her mouth and said, “There’s something you should know,
I’ve also lost a tooth and now I’m ugly as a witch.”
I said, “And I’m a warlock but, with all these teeth, we’re rich.”
I discovered www.poetrysoup which lists styles of poetry
This site shows you examples of haiku, senryu, alliteration, monorhyme
Diminished hexaverse, acroustic, shape poems, rhyme, and much more
The first day I discovered this site I wrote eight poems; all a different style
By the time I branched out to www.allpoetry, I was a bit more confident
I believe that now I know a teensy tiny bit about what poetry is.
Delving into this art for eight years, has not been nearly enough
There is so much to learn; I feel I barely know anything yet.
Here is what I do know. It is fun for me to write every day.
I set a daily goal of ten poems; I usually make this goal.
Have made this goal for four years.
I like sharing my poems, and appreciate every comment.
As a thank you to others, I hold six poetry contests simultaneously.
I would hold twelve, but we are limited to only six.
A thesaurus and scientific fact book for children are my references.
If I run out of ideas I say “what if” and create outrageous scenarios.
I love writing poetry; for I am a storyteller.
Another poem? Wow, this is great!
I'm penning this poem,
Number eight
A prize there be
A true-blue winner
A date night, movie?
Maybe dinner?
Maybe my muse is at the gate
Her hand is reaching for a plate
They made rolling stone.
Faces on the cover page.
Straight from the north pole.
Its, the Kris Kringle Eight.
Dash keeps the books and don't make mistakes.
Dancer and Prancer sing backup first rate.
Vix is the mixer and sets up the stage.
Comet plays guitar without restraint.
Cupid plays a flute, but he's always late.
Dons on the drums, he sets the pace.
Blitzen plays a Gibson, jazzy bass.
Rudy sings lead, cause he's got the range.
Up on the roof.
what do we hear?
Rock n Roll music.
From Santas reindeer.
Merry Christmas, Happy holidays. God bless us Everyone.
Your steps so measured, soft and slow,
Through Irish streets where neon glows,
While I match pace, half-step behind,
Your gentle rhythm fills my mind.
Tomorrow brings your twenty-eight,
As Newbridge glows through Darragh's rain,
Like Naevis' light through darkened skies,
Where æ-dreams dance and harmonize.
Sweet Mary Grace, my Savage star,
From Milner Square to Kildare far,
Your spirit bridges every space,
My anchor home, my Mary Grace.
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Stopping by early, soon it will be Christmas Day,
Shiny gifts, inviting bows, ‘neath the tree do lay,
Hot, mulled apple cider in red glass, deer mugs.
Magnificent family with endless,warm, love hugs!
Roast beef, just glowing with luscious juice.
Sad absence of cousins, Maggie and Bruce!
The peace and love that fills the pine scented room.
Wish all days, were like this, the absence of gloom!
Merry Christmas poets and love to one and all!
This is your early eight week, wake up call!
10/25/2024
Love and hugs to all, in those busy, fun weeks ahead.
~ PANGIE~
eight doves on a wire
together
friends on bar stools
Am I in a dream
Only as it may seem
I am music, I am the notes
You once were the wreckage on which my soul floats
Now I am the maestro, I am also first chair
And now the crescendo (and you are not there)
And it's okay that it's not you (I've found someone new)
All colors came from three
The primary Trinity
Amaranth, Burlywood and blue
Phlox and Pesimmons to name a few
Magenta, Tawny, Zaffre and Zomp
It's bomb blast and bombast and pomp
Under pacto arco iris
We have our first kiss
The world welcomes lovers
Especially the giddiness from under the covers
And so it is an eternal dream we seek
"If I spend $2.98 on a dream
It should at least last a week"
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