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When i went two skool
Mi speling woz bad
The wurds i found
Wer hard, maid me sad
The teechers tryed
Thay did ther bezt
Wif a little help
Wif a few moore testes
My speling got better
Az they took ther time
With many classes
I turned out fine
I was reading and writing
Like never before
My results were high
Gaining high scores
Their dedication
Determination
Continuance of support
For my education
This poem goes out
To my English teachers
If it was not for them
I'd have no poetry features
Thank you Nara Shevanna for tagging me, i enjoyed writing this.
I now tag Doris Culverhouse to write a poem on education.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life3.php
The Birthdays
You came into the world in the afternoon
A tiny bundle with red tuff of fine hair
Ready to leave your safe and warm cocoon
Not fussy, life entered with little flare
We prayed for you and God provided great Joy
A slim long bundle of happiness, God's blessing
We were full of love and gratefulness, my boy
Wonderful companion so much love overflowing
From you came this little boy who added much
Adorned with such wonderful physical traits
Downy skin, strong finger grips, powerful touch
Born with minutes to spare ALMOST late for the date.
Two generations remembered by the third
Clear as a crystal nothing at all blurred
Collaborative poem written by Sara Kendrick
And Doris Culverhouse
First Stanza: Sara
Second Stanza: Doris
Third Stanza first two lines: Sara
Third Stanza last two lines: Doris
Summary couplet: Sara
Daughter, Sister, Mother, and WIFE
A Tapestry of POETRY
Expressed through Her Golden pen
The Beauty of her Writes, luring :
Mind and Soul; to embracing LIFE
Seeing Nature through Her Eyes
Feeling Her Emotions,
Floating in Ecstasy
All can see the Glory of LOVE
In the Dreams : She Pens on Paper
Beautiful Thoughts, from Her Mind
For POETS, Family, and Friends,
Songs of LOVE for Wayne and Caleb
Mother Sara, Brother Tom :
Smiling Mother Nature :
Waiting with Father Time
Southern Belle : Doris Culverhouse
Emulates, Beauty in her Words :
See the LOVE of POETRY :
Growing in each Line ; each Stanza
The Beauty of a LAUREATE
Grasps the HEART, Eternally
Her POETRY is LOVE
Her LOVE is BEAUTIFUL
Inspired by A Comment from Doris On my POEM “ Banns “
Written For Catie Lindsey Contest “ Focus on Syllables ”
Dedicated To My “Southern Belle” ~ “ Doris Culverhouse “
the old grist mill stands
nestled in the rocky bank
red fall leaves surreal
Vibrant blue sky glows stronger
Shadowing my dim life's light
red stained swift water
rushes onward to the sea...
slow decaying mill
vibrant life vacant
emotions rush, rapids flow
heart and zest soggy
The once spinning wheel silent
Red Birds watch an era leave
rocks wear smoothly slick
as time ticks a new way starts
cycling ways and days
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Contest: New Contest Team Work
Sara Kendrick 1, 3, 5
Doris Culverhouse 2, 4, 6
Written September 19, 20, 21
Written from a picture of an Old Grist Mill
Themes Red, Water, Grist Mill, Fall
Baby
A soul who is appreciative, creative, empathetic, spiritual
Mother of Tommy, Jr., Phyllis Brooks, and Doris Culverhouse
I love to read, write poetry, and observe nature
I try to keep my heart open to joy, gratitude, and hope
At times I fear death of my spouse, loneliness, and dementia
I would love to experience healing of the earth, end of war, and see Jesus
I am a resident of Thomaston, USA
Morgan
At times my children show their love
It seems to arrive on time and fit like a glove
My husband can be my supportive friend
Whom I believe will love me until the end
Seeing beauty in the minute, therefore I am a poet
An empty bench in a garden sparks lines for folk poet
Dew on the roses or even rain drops those little sparks
In my yard, where birds feed even those noisy Larks
An empty bench in a garden sparks lines for folk poet
A slight flaw in speech as 'Have you two, done et''
In my yard, where birds feed even those noisy Larks
Beauty or humor can be turned into a poem part
A slight flaw in speech as "Have you two, done et''
Dew on the roses or even rain drops those little sparks
Beauty or humor can be turned into a poem part
Seeing beauty in the minute, therefore I.. even I am a poet
(I am passing this on to Doris Culverhouse and doing something different passing to Steven
Mossburg also.)
Where have you been! you silly man!
don't blame it all on tryptophan!
Maladies from Malta mutATE and Gur G....itate!
as Jimbo watched the Vikings dominate!
It's true my kind heart is totally fake!
football first sweetheart!.... hope your fever breaks!
Dear Charma, you've got snow! make an ice-pack!
it's almost halftime!...... then I'll be back!
And if you grow weary of my attitude!
I'll level a few notches, and be a sweet dude!
The Ref blew his whistle!.... #4 is quite grand!
our sinking tag-poem is back on dry land!
So without much ado!
no need for a chorus!
I tag you my friend, Miss Culverhouse! Please Doris!
(Phyllis tagged John, John tagged DaneAnn, DaneAnn tagged Charmaine, Charma tagged me! and I tag Doris!)
Back and better to be together
With Phyllis Babcock my mother Theresa,
She is so refreshing like coca-cola
And really medicinal like African cola.
Back and better for James Fraser Mr highlander,
For poet destroyer, please don't destroy me
Could you be my builder?
Dear Dr. Ram, i still hail your nib,
Where's Royal Trevino? i always know you.
Constance la France is a silent night
There's power in silence,
Show me Andrea Dietrich, the currency in
My wallet.
Did anyone see Sara Kendrick? am looking
For her with a microscope,
Sydney Hall, Mr mad poet, take pity on me,
Am only a cool guy...
Deborah Guzzi is an enlightening haiku,
Hello John loving, you set a pace of love,
Annalise Brigham, the Caribbean beauty,
JSLambert Esquire, your ink is melodious.
Carolyn Devonshire, thanks for being there,
Audrey Carey, carry me all along,
Dorris culverhouse, you're a rare gem,
Dane Ann smith Johnson, how i miss you so.
Is that nette onclaud? i salute your talent,
Garri La Budda, a builder of lines
Carol Brown you are always a mentor.
oh! Linda Marie... sweet Marie,
You're a crown, a mother crown,
Am back and better for poetry soup.
Amy Green, Poet Destroyer and Skitty S.K.A.T. Pooh.
Just a few of the Great Women I've made love to here at the soup.
Carolyn Devonshire and Sara Kendrick too
and Andrea Dietrich, you fire cracker you.
A Rambling Poet, Constance too
and Lena "Lolita" Townsend just to name a few.
There's also Linda "Sweetheart" Marie
and the ever so sweet Audrey Carey.
Colleen Bono, how great are you?
Carol Brown & Loopylu Loopylu,
Charmaine Chircop, Dane Ann Smith-Johnson and Doris Culverhouse too.
What a passionate love affair I have had with all of you.
Carrie Richards, Simone Segal, Deborah Guzzi,
Bathsheba Bathsheba, Ashley Rapanut, Brittany Larson and Faleshia Murphy.
Susan Palli, Jessica Arteaga, Diane Christian, Caroline Cecile Paczynski,
Ann Rich, Mercedes Jordan, Kimberly Hilliker and Catie Lindsey.
Audrey Rollins, Joanna Smith, Patricia Adams, Karen O'Leary,
Janette Fisher, Madeleine McLaughlin, Nicole Sharon Brown and Carey Sakolowski.
Amanda Governale, Nicole King, Rhoda Galgiani, Laura McKenzie,
Bernadette Ignaciuk, Amanda Governale, Izzy Gumbo and Judy Riley.
Sue Mason, Pamela Griffiths, Karen Dominick, Donna Golden, Iolanda Scripca & Royal Royally.
I've even made love to that vile Sylvia, aka Stephanie.
Am I forgetting anybody? I don't really know.
Oh yes, one more comes to mind. Nikko Palmario
So many Great women to make love to here at the soup
and so many many more that theKidster must get to.
I've had a sweet romanticism reading all your poetic words.
Some of the most beautiful verses I've ever read or heard.
BILLYTheKidster wants to thank all of you
for this passionate cerebral love affair with all of you.
There's more Great Woman here at the soup
that theKidster can't wait to make love also too.
This Soup Laundry List Will Just Have
...To Be Continued.
PS: Adeleke Adeite, since this contest is sponsored by you
I guess it wouldn't hurt to say that I've made love to you too
here @ the soup, and enjoyed it too.
(Hey, there isn't anything wrong with Poetic Male Affection, even Poetic Genderless Affection)
I better stop sucking up. I suck at it.
Changing schools was the rule
Never stayed long and get in the groove
Making friends never ended
Fitting in was always mended
So a loner I became
I don't remember many names
But I learned to love to learn
Still have a heart that yearns
For knowledge on many subject
Even on aliens that abducted
Went to college after I wed
When all my children were in school instead
Finished a college degree
When I held a grandson on my knee
Then I continued my education
Master's Degree in Christian Station
Ten hours on a PhD got so tired
Oh! I was totally mired
Thinking about going again on a wager
Work on a psychology major
With a minor in poetry
Where I can write and just be me
(Poor excuse for a couplet but will have to do. This is for Education Game passed to me by
my lovely daughter Doris Culverhouse who received the torch from James Frazer. I pass the
thinking cap to James Marshall Goff to write a poem about education.)