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.!
WORLD WAR II MEMORY
V E
party*
*neighbourhood street meal
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 church where all took part.
Our flock was small but talent did not lack.
The joyous songs; before we would depart;
the glorious sweets dispensed from Santa's sack!
No holiday to come could be as dear
as when I was a child in my eighth year!
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 them died,
Two were beheaded, but Catherine survived.
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 that.
It seems we'll never get to shed
the Winter coat and hat.
The stores are tempting us with blooms
of all our favourite Spring flowers.
But of course they're all kept safe inside
or they'd all be dead within hours .
It's the ninety-eighth of January
and it just goes on and on.
I wish I could sleep this month away.
I'll be so thankful once its gone.
30/01/2024
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 to be Batman.
or want to be friends with Spiderman.
But you are already a hero of your own clan,
Loved, cared for, and admired, precious son.
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 they are psyching themselves up.
Before they enter the high school as freshman, the bottom of the rung.
Suspecting they are going to be beaten down, put down, pushed down
Cranked, pranked, and possibly spanked by last year’s eighth graders.
They have older siblings, so they have been warned.
They march in as a mob, expecting the worst.
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
flinging them here and there
we took his leftovers gladly
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 like what he had to say.
You're no longer with us but I still wish you a happy Mother's Day.
[Dedicated to Agnes Marie Johnson (1948-2013) who died on March 6, 2013.]
“And a sword will pierce your own soul too.”
Luke 2:35b NIV
Mary, oh mother Mary,
fairest in blessedhood.
bountiful womb delivers
cutting edge news —
to ponder, to treasure,
deep pangs to measure.
the destiny of your firstborn son
wrapped in mankind’s mess.
the sinless one would save
all who will come, but first
the arrival of suffering and shame.
Mary, oh mother Mary,
the sound of Simeon’s proclaim
must have taken your breath away.
but hence you hold the savior near,
kiss his soft sweet cheeks,
meanwhile yours leak.
12/25/2019
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 gastronomic fecundity
Can it all be over, finished so soon
To end with a whimper, instead of a bang
With the appearance of tonight's moon
--Well, it's not! God invites Israel to hang
out with Him now indoors for one more long day
called 'Shemini Atseres,' which means the Eighth Day
a day of unbridled joy, celebrated with the Torah
in circles of smiling faces, all dancing the hora!
Happy Shemini Atseres and Simchas Torah!
Sunday evening, October 20 through
Tuesday evening, October 22, 2019
___________________________________________
Torah = A parchment scroll on which the Old Testament is written in Hebrew
Simchas Torah = Rejoicing with the Torah/Law
Seven dark prodigals approached in the night,
saying: “One has escaped and
journeyed into the light”
Seven dark prodigals with shadows now gone,
longed for he who had left them
—for he who was strong
Seven dark prodigals wandered the dark,
no safety in numbers,
in search of their heart
“We must look till he’s found,” I heard two of them
say,
seven sins unforgiven
—the eighth gone astray
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
The Twenty-Eighth of April
(for Bella and Dalton)
By Franklin Price
4/26/2019
The twenty-eighth of April
Two thousand and one nine
It's your first of anniversaries
A year has gone down the line
You've grown in your relationship
In only ways you know
May you have love and happiness
As the next years come and go
May you live long lives together
May your arguments be few
Think always of the other
In everything you say and do
Happy first anniversary
I love and salute you both
Pop
Sixty-five million
Broken hearts shattered, not glass--
The glass ceiling waits.
Copyright © 2016-2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
C-rimson in the blue sky
H-as replaced the night;
R-ise of the morning sun
I-s in your good
S-ight.
G-et up from the bed,
A-s you wake from slumber;
Y-our birth brings brightness
O-n twenty-eighth November.
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.