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Father Please Grant My Children and Grands Full Coverage of Your Storm Insurance

Storms are troubles that are a part of your life.
They pass through from nowhere, in their wake is strife..
Pain and suffering may result and sometimes loss.
There is coverage left for you, at the foot of the Cross.
Nothing to put down, Someone already paid your cost.
We'll find peace & comfort where suffering took place.
A plan from God for the whole human race.
In your vehicle of thought, make it the first place to go.
The Underwriter name is God, in case you didn't know.
It is where where Jesus signed the contract for me.
Written in His Blood. The address Calgary.
From there God's angel messengers reach out to you.
Where sin-dead spirits arrive and leave renewed.
Coverage is given to all, no soul turned away.
Through Christ God guarantees coverage everyday!
To sign sign on the line, lay down your pride.
Admit you are wrong so Christ in you may abide.
It's a policy for life, nothing else needed to do.
Because Jesus, our agent has done all for you.
God activates it "IMMEDIATELY" to cover all strife.
He's like "Our Good Neighbor!" for all storms of our lives.

God Grant Me

God grant me the strength, to fight the good fight of faith,
God grant me the courage, to stand up to all the troubles that shall come along the way,
God grant me the wisdom, to know that you have it all under control even when I can't see my path,
God grant me the perseverance, to keep going even when I've given it all I have,
God grant me the humility, to humble myself under your mighty hand,
And God grant me the understanding, so that when I hear you, I will always understand,

Hugh Grant

I've fallen in love with Hugh Grant
So many times now that I can't
Recall why or when
I went off him, and then
Got back on him. I could but I shan't

© Gail Foster 30th December 2023

A Child You Granted Favor

A child you granted favor
You’ve given a new labor
To often your sight savor,
Talk about you with savor:
“Equal to men of valor!”
In your presence no pallor:
You have fridge in your parlor
And your TV best color…

Yet, it depends on favor.
Some could add or trim labor.
If it was a big favor
In the streets your First Waver
To “it’s enough.” their “Never!”

Then, should we hold back favors?
Won’t we child’s malice harbor?

Grant Wood: American Gothic

stoic or mourning
in a time of depression
or keepers of secrets
with a hostile divide?

why daylit drawn curtains
made from fabric she's wearing
and 'mother-in-law's tongue'
on the porch to the side?

is the pitchfork that's upright
a symbol of darkness
that's repeated in lines
on the clothes, arch and face?

a tribute to values
in eldon, iowa
or a satire in oil
of its people and place?

Staying In Front

Not the best option at the battlefield!
One need not guess what it might at last yield.
For The Lucky bullets that missed targets,
For the less so Take-Away for maggots...

You dream not of daring a real war front,
Save you can humans and animals hunt:
For those who can trains with long coaches shunt:
The severest swipes or blames take their brunt.

A different picture:The Front of Halls!
The Caroline there center of cat calls;
Honest shows of one being pushed to the wall,
Until one has succumbed to an asked ball...

Prelude to lucky dates for the singles:
In the front one first gets the shared pringles,
Wherefore clubbing friend Kathleen would grunt,
Upon being asked to vacate her prized front;
Every front taking for Lord God's Grant
And eased out, from her lips squeeze out a rant

Stop Taking Her For Grant It

We exploit her gifts, polluting, robbing.
Mother earth has a soul and we've
all heard her sobbing..
Too many species are now extinct.
We need to slow down, reassess, think..
Exxon, Shell, Chevron need new tools,
stop their reliance on our fossil fuels.
These companies must end their
greedy ambitions. They are responsible
for 71% of our global emissions..
We've known that it's coming.
Don't act perplexed.
We could be the next Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Man has been so blessed with this beautiful planet,
for goodness sakes, lets top taking her for grant it.

Coaxing a Frog To Grant a Wish

The child was wiser than Mother Goose they say
She understood kissing frogs was not the only way
She gave him a pat and a tiny hug, a compliment too
And he granted her a wish as only a frog can do.

The key was to listen to the voices in her brilliant head.
Be sure to woo him, and sweet talk him, they all said.
Give him some compliments, and he will grant you a wish.
He did just that before he left with a squeamish swish.

A Beggar

We like to ask God 
To grant our wishes 
In our prayers
We yearn for more and more
Abundant wishes
Endless desires
Like a life long beggar
Greeds of man
Always make him a beggar
Overbearing of man 
Makes him a devil
Only give and take
Will make him a gentleman

A Poem

A poem can be many things
Something that match 
Like flowers blossoming
That soothe your eyes
With colours that are describing
Something that resemble
Like sunshine and stars 
That brighten up your world
With light rays that are bombastic
Something that speak
Like running water 
That voices out your heart
With sounds that are not silent
Something that run wild
Like an imagery world
That grants you every wish
With every possibility that may
not exist in the real world

Farmers Think To Sometimes Deceive

Farmers know what they gain 
From every drop of rain 
And feel what they lose 
With heat tightening the noose.

Planters guess the – added in scores , 
When earthworm into the soil bores 
And celebrate a widening pore:
A graciously opened door!

Farmers wish the worst for pest,
When birds put them to a test 
And could murderers irritate
If rodents chose to irritate. 

Farmers think to sometimes deceive 
To fat grants surely receive 
Their multiplying farm needs conceive 
And the next certain droughts perceive!

Grant Me These Wishes

Make me a flower delicate and sweet, 
spewing fragrance into the blowing breeze .
Make me a violin from whose strings 
melody flows to soothe the ailing nerves .
Make me a rain cloud sailing over the breadth 
and length of the skies showering cooling droplets  
on to the thirsting mouth of the Earth.

Make me a lamp shedding beams of light
dissipating darkness from the mazy depths of gloom .
Make me a vessel full with love to pour out 
into all the empty pitchers.
Make me a yacht with sails filled by the wind
that I can ferry the sinking souls to safer shores of life.

Let every atom of my being throb with Thy filling love
Let it spring forth in jets to form the gushing stream
Let many drink from that fountain and taste
the sweetness of Thy nourishing love
Let the land be watered, let the dirt be cleansed
Let the Earth wear a celestial charm 
Let the plants celebrate the carnival of colors

In my basket shall I gather many a fragrant bloom
to be offered at your feet with love
and remain squatted in Thy presence ,
not losing in the pageant of this transient life. 

Winter Wishes Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Chantelle Ann Cooke

Rip Bob Grant

I wish that I could tell you that he's still alive but sadly, I can't.
He was a talented British actor and his name was Bob Grant.
I hate to say that on November the 8th of 2003, this gifted man died.
What made his death even more sad was that he committed suicide.
It was his third suicide attempt and he succeeded on his third try.
I feel sorry for him because he was so unhappy that he was determined to die.
His life ended because of carbon monoxide.
That was how that poor man committed suicide.
He starred in "On The Buses" and he did one hell of a good job on that TV show.
He also starred in other TV programs and movies and people hated to see him go.

[Dedicated to Bob Grant (1932-2003) who died on November 8, 2003]

Grant Love Consent

Grant love consent to have it’s way
Life journey then easy
Let not fears and desires hold sway
Making us feel queasy

Like a child, pure at heart
All souls one, none apart
Simply add joy to cart

For soul ascent
Grant love consent

25-September-2021
Quietus

American Gothic - With Apologies To Grant Wood

I’d plow four rocky acres, maybe even five,
For a taste of the honey from my Honey’s hive.
No one spices the clover like my lover does
When we meet in the meadow and we buzz, buzz, buzz.

She’s a blue ribbon winner at the county show;
Sings a nice little number, ends in E-I-O.
She can flirt with the judges and they think it’s cute;
When she winks like a barn owl, they shout hoot, hoot, hoot.

Buzz, buzz, buzz, hoot, hoot, hoot.
Dance ‘round the hen house in a chicken suit.
Learn how to juggle, break an egg or two,
Then we’ll make rooster jealous when we doodle-do.

See the ducks swim in circles on the lily pond
And that one lonesome froggie in the mist beyond.
We can drop our pretensions (standing back-to-back),
Then we’ll slip in the water going quack, quack, quack.

I’m a ham-fisted farm boy, Sugar. Holy cow!
Got a stool and a bucket and I do know how.
We’ll have sweet cream and peaches once the milkin’s through,
When our lips come together and we moo, moo, moo.

Quack, quack, quack, moo, moo, moo.
Work like the devil with a pitchfork, too.
Warn all the pigeons we’ll be pitchin’ woo
When we meet in the hayloft and we coo, coo, coo.

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