Eighth Poems - Poems about Eighth

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.!...

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WORLD WAR II MEMORY V E party* *neighbourhood street meal ...

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The sledding and the skating in ‘63; the sugar cookies frosted green and red; the stringing popcorn with my family and going anxiously that Eve to bed. The gift exchange when relatives would meet. Some traveled far to Grandma's little town. The feast and seeing cousins, such a treat! We stayed and played until the sun went down. The program at our...

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HENRY THE EIGHTH Henry the eighth Backed the Protestant faith. The reason, of course, Was to get a divorce King Henry, well known for beheading And in between frequently bedding Broke away from the Pope Just to further his hope Of divorce and later re-wedding He didn’t have very much patience with wives, Half of whom ended up losing their lives. Two were divorced and one of...

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It's the ninety-eighth of January. The month that lingers on. It seems like Spring will never come and Winter will never be gone. As this longest month drags on and on we've all come to realize its either raining and warm or sunny and freezing . There is no compromise. At first we counted the days 'til Spring but we've given up on...

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Last year has passed and a new one began, You have grown and become a young man. This year is the eighth in your lifespan, make it memorable and follow God’s plan. Reach your milestones one by one, Value small things and everyone. Notice signs that are sent from above, these are reminders that you are beloved. Some days you may wish...

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Pray, spare this man of a rare calibre, Fine, let him prove how good he’s as singer. Soon as Malhar was sung, rain cooled the breeze, Leaves perked up to listen from nearby trees, Beats of Mridang on own began to play, Soon as Jal-Tarang joined musical fray, Birds of feathers flocked in droves to listen, The music silenced stray...

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Back in Eighth Graded Class of StraightWhiteMale English privilege I learned all healthy narratives must have at least one of three tension intentions Unlike sacred mythic prayer and fable multicultures invoking poetry flowing soulfully provoking gospel primal anthems Of StraightWhite Man v AnthroOther Or StraightWhite ManBody v EgoCentric AlienSelf Or StraightWhite ManSpirit v Earth's Sacred/Carnal Nature I remain disappointed by LeftHemisphere narrow-mindedness of these three Either/Ors which...

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We are the eighth graders the mighty mighty eighth graders Their mantra is loud and confident, a battle cry. They sound proud and ready to face the day. They are gathering a crowd of eight graders now. They are an excited, jubilant happy mob. We are the eight graders, the mighty mighty EIGHTH GRADERS! Their first day in high school, and...

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Henry was hopping around on a foot or three we all laughed at him not realizing he was grabbing the girls attention We were in eighth grade all we cared about was our height None of us was half as tall as the girls I finally figured it out why Henry was a clown he was gyrating like a top...

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He'd made the world, the flowers the trees, invented weather, the rain and the breeze. The fowls of the air, the fish in the sea, the beasts of the Earth, the ancestors of we. He'd made the streams, the rivers and lakes, then, as if to prove He had what it takes, He wrought great mountains with his bare hands, mighty oceans...

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There is a beach filled with sand Every few seconds the ocean tries grabbing it using its hand As the wave breaks Watery fingers allow the stream to take Particle strands a foundation for one’s dream castle with a lake Are retrieved by this natural wake A friendly Godly gesture to build a moat Giving the...

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This is the eighth Mother's Day that has come around since you died. You were one of the world's greatest mothers and that can't be denied. Time flies, it doesn't seem like eight Mother's Days have come around. Life stopped being as good when you were lowered into the ground. When the doctor said you would die, I didn't...

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“And a sword will pierce your own soul too.” Luke 2:35b NIV Mary, oh mother...

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The orchards are bare Their branches picked clean Vegetables all gathered Carrots. potatoes, beans Israel's dwelt outdoors in 'booths' For the last seven days The Festival of Tabernacles ending Today its very last day There's been rejoicing and dancing Spirituality in abundant profundity Blessings, prayers, ceremony To accompany...

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