Long 5th grade Poems
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Is your name written in the Lamb's Book of Life?
And do you possess the Golden Key unlocking everlasting life?
Have your sins been washed white as snow by the Blood of the Lamb?
Have you instead decided you want to perish in your sins?
Will you been satisfied to have Jesus Christ pay your sins debt in full?
By accepting his free pardoning gift of everlasting life?
Have you made your final decision to accept Jesus Christ
as both Lord and Savior of your life?
When the roll call is made up yonder will your name be written there? Will you decide to lose your mind and your everlasting destiny by being left behind? Have you decided to remain spiritually blind? The Lamb's Book of Life is your everlasting security. You are unable to buy the stairway to heaven by perishable silver and gold. There money is worthless when it comes to your everlasting soul's security. When Jesus Christ has already paid the ultimate price, by sacrificing his precious blood on Calvary's tree.
The everlasting price for your soul's destinies have all ready been paid in full. By grace you have been saved, not by works least any man (or woman) should boast. Good deeds and honorable deeds will not earn you admittance into the heavenly portals. God the Father gave you his most precious gift, his only begotten Son Jesus Christ!
Why not make certain your name is written in the Lamb's Book of Life? Do not wait until tomorrow, "It is appointed unto man (and woman) once to die and after that the judgement." You may not have another opportunity to ensure the safety of your eternal destiny!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 54/ October Country
November 12, 2017
May 12, 2021 edited
He was a solid young guy, with an eye for one lady fair.
Suzetta had freckles on her nose, and sweet auburn hair.
He made sure he was outside sweeping when she came by.
At a quarter to six, in the morning, all happy and spry.
Good morning; he’d pretend it was an accidental meet.
Sagely wise Suzetta thought it indubitably sweet.
We’ll never court if Jasper does not get a push she knew.
So today she had a plan, knew exactly what she’d do.
She hopped off her bike and said let’s go in and have a talk.
He was thrilled of course, but his blue parrot made a squawk.
They shared a chocolate donut, and spoke of countries far away.
Taking their courtship one step further on that amazing day.
I have a magic Christmas reindeer, but it is a secret
Because she was conjured by the Christmas witch
This amazed me, for I had never heard of it.
But she was standing on his roof with pitch.
A reindeer of porcelain, can she move? I asked.
How do you know she is a she? My neighbor queried.
I watched the reindeer smile with a face that was masked.
She is pretty for sure, in this snow that was flurried.
But can she leap and fly and soar? I asked him.
She looked stationary to me, not lithe or quick.
He replied, she is amazing, we call her Little Kim.
She can slide down chimneys oh so slick.
So that was the last time I asked questions about her.
She was obvious a pet, and I decided not to doubt her.
I saw her leap from chimney to chimney too.
And she slid down a few before she was through.
In the breathing forest came memories of my youth,
Nothing more than happiness shadowed by the truth.
The rising sun pulchritudinous like the smile on her face,
Let me think of her once more of pure and simple grace.
In the center of the wood lived a solemn rose,
Surrounded by a cruel weed which prohibited it to grow.
The weed was not considerate only thinking of itself,
Hurt the little rose not caring of how it felt.
Now the rose has grown up and overtowers the weed,
Making it undernourished and causing it to bleed.
Through tolerance and patience the rose has been well fed,
And for the spiteful weed, he gained a brand new bed.
Glancing to the falling moon, I've realized what I've done,
I've killed my inner self by following the sun.
I only hope that things will change far before the end,
So that the enemy I have gained will turn to be my friend.
1989
Seventh Place
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 15 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
Third Place
YOUR PERSONAL FAVORITE, NO. 2
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
Foremost Karma I've finally learned a thing or two about
Karma that he/she is a force to be reckoned with, Let me
introduce to Karma, and I will predetermine one's twist of
fate, there are rules of this you must go in pursuit of to act
accordingly or there will be consequences. I am Karma, I'm
not biased, I give careful attentiveness to every person, I
am Karma and I expect you to regard every person with
politeness, respect, and goodwill. I am Karma today, tomorrow
and forever.
Purple hellion heard them coming, so he was quiet as he ate.
He could tell by their chatter, they were outside his caveman gate.
He stopped slurping his Thanksgiving feast, listening for their feet.
Sammy said, “I will check and see if PH is ready to greet”.
Sammy, a green unicorn always finds good in everyone.
Best of all, he laughs at Purple’s jokes, and they have lots of fun.
But who is the interloper? Hellion listened, without sound.
“Yoo hoo!” called Sammy. “Is there a dragon anywhere around?”
I will not share my feast! PH thought, angry at company.
I brought someone to visit you, Sammy said. Do you have blue tea?
Mama! Purple yelled out, so glad to see his Mom. What a great surprise!
She was carrying two baskets full of his favorite meat pies!
They generously invited Sammy to partake in feast and stay.
But Sammy said “It’s Unicorn fast week,” so I cannot today.
Thank you for showing me the town, and showing me the way.
Purple Hellion was hoping his mama could stay a week and play.
Amid thunder and lightning,
The holy act of mating of clouds,
Results in the birth of raindrops!
Knowing their assigned mission,
Like bullets they hit the ground
To quench the thirst of the earth!
The soaked earth in turn readies
The seeds beneath it to sprout!
Overnight, all over, the earth appears
As if it is clad in green velvet cloth!
Sensing the smell of the earth,
From their safe havens, animals
Feeling a great sigh of relief
joyously come out dancing,
Celebrating the arrival of raindrops!
Transforming themselves into streams,
Traversing forests, fields and villages,
Filling the wells and tanks, raindrops
On earth do bring in a festive fervor!
Raindrops are not simply water drops,
They are elixirs for crops so different!
Pearl shaped pills of joy for mankind!!
Wicked Witch of the West’s
Castle is now a home for unwed children, numbering twenty-three,
Children who are gloriously sock-loose and dance-e-bee.
The flying monkeys have turned into baby sitters, and lovers.
They protect the children from all mean witches and mothers.
The scarecrow and the lion come by about twice a week,
To make sure things are comfortable, they both do peek.
Tin-man runs a home for cairn terriers down the road.
He occasionally also saves an iguana, or a horny toad.
They get a face-time call from Kansas, USA, once a day.
Dorothy is in college now, so she does not have time to play.
But she picks up the ruby slippers and makes them shine,
Showing them she will never forget Oz was a fabulous time!
Pancake Batter Bessie
She makes flapjacks so fine
Avoiding corn syrup
With Tabasco, liver and onions sublime.
We try to stop her
But she is obtrusive and a ghost
Where we make our own batter
We hide it with our toast.
For Bessie will take that batter
And add extra stuff galore.
Peanut butter and sausage
Corn, pickles, oranges and more.
Bessie empties our pantries in the middle of the night
And grills up inventive pancakes that fill every counter in sight.
Our mother has asked her to stay out of her kitchen.
Pancake Batter Bessy’s creative juices can’t for they are always itch’n.
The Old Rusty Gate
Old rusty gate stands as guard without fear,
sightly slant at the back of my garden.
Blue bell creeper leans on as iits barden.
But it serves faithful since long thirty years.
Great watchman dutiful not yet broken.
Through day and night it acts as sentinel.
Perch for bird: Path for running squirrel.
It raises harsh cracking sound when opened.
Otherwise no complaint: Perfect watchman
I feel nostalgic and can't change the gate,
though visitors to garden get upset.
My oldest companion: I'm lts fan.
Old gate has captured thick reddish brown rust.
But it is still robust sturdy and strong
serving me sincere since thirty years long.
Struggling with time looses lustre, draws dust.
I am calling mason this afternoon
The gate will be repaired with new fresh look,
standing proud guarding garden at back nook.
To be painted and polished very soon.
07/10/22
Fourth place
Choose one of five
Contest by Joseph May
Title chosen The Old Rusty Gate
A Brian Strand Premier Choice
Contest by Brian Strand.