Long Manors Poems

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Day At the Beach Turns To Rain

B asking in the morning sun,
E njoying that the school years done,
A bsorbing the vast, crystal, blue sky,
C leansing water from the ocean rushes by,
H anging on to every sound,
B orrowing in the sand that’s all around,
L uscious strawberry’s, grapes and a peach,
A n astounding day at the beach,
K indly I help put lotion on a woman’s back,
E ven on the beach my manors are still intact,
T hen suddenly dark clouds quickly move in,
B efore I make it to the board walk the rain begins,
I  do not seem to even mind,
N othing is better than a shower, in this heat, at this time,
G oing towards the car I start to dance,
O verwhelmed with joy, I continue with a pitter-patter prance.

By: Sabina Nicole
Form: Acrostic


Give this child what she needs

Give this child what she needs
Love
Give this child what she needs
Shelter
Give this child what she needs
Prayers
Give this child what she needs
Some food and water
Give this child what she needs
Good parents
Give this child what she needs
Good manors
Give this child what she needs
A smoke free home
Give this child what she needs
Peace and happiness
Give this child what she needs
To know God
Give this child what she needs
Your guidance
Give this child what she needs
Clothes
Give this child what she needs
Your support
Give this child what she needs
Some family time
Give this child what she needs
A nice bath every day
Give this child what she needs
Some discipline
Give this child what she needs
A warm bed to sleep on
© aldo kraas  Create an image from this poem.

A Litany In Time of Plague

Update of "A Litany in Time of Plague" 
by Michael R. Burch

THE PLAGUE has come again
To darken lives of men
and women, girls and boys;
Death proves their bodies toys
Too frail to even cry.
I am sick, I must die.
    Lord, have mercy on us!

Tycoons, what use is wealth?
You cannot buy good health!
Physicians cannot heal
Themselves, to Death must kneel.
Nuns’ prayers mount to the sky.
I am sick, I must die.
    Lord, have mercy on us!

Beauty’s brightest flower?
Devoured in an hour.
Kings, Queens and Presidents
Are fearful residents
Of manors boarded high.
I am sick, I must die.
    Lord, have mercy on us!

We have no means to save
Our children from the grave.
Though cure-alls line our shelves,
We cannot save ourselves. 
"Come, come!" the sad bells cry.
I am sick, I must die.
    Lord, have mercy on us!
Form: Verse

The Humanitarian

I dreamed a dream so vivid and true
Lucid, this magical woman just happened to be you.
Offered hand, selfless as you embraced my fears
Kindness overwhelmed which led to my tears.

Still apprehensive, how thoughtful you are
You cherished me, as much as I cherish a falling star.
Blessed and valued by your eternal embrace
With you, all my problems, now I can face

Feeling your tenderness as we fly up high
Warmth from your heart, tears parched as I cry
Why do you care so? Encased with your affection
Adoration for all, good or bad, no-one feels rejection

How you shine, you hold the key to humanity
Civility to all, how your honesty led me to Christianity 
Pure sincerity from your soul, an amazing grace
Polite, moral manors that is needed in the human race

Now I must leave and wake to the bitter land
I found respect from my dream, like you, I’ll offer my hand
Spreading the word, that graciousness to all is pure love
Hand in hand to a peaceful place, that’s the dream from up above.

I love you Nan, thank you for your inspiration
With your help from heaven, I’ll carry on with my salvation
You gave me the number nine to be a Humanitarian 
Knowing how people will turn against this, the contrarian.
Form: Rhyme

Troubled Waters

If           If you need the love and guidance
you        you only need to ask
need      need, the breeding ground of love
a            a hand shake says it all
friend     friend the word is written
I'm         I'm the strengh behind support
Sailing    Sailing into problems  
right       right between the masks of fate
behind    behind the words of freedom  
like         like the cousins on a lake
over       over-coming life delussions 
trouble   trouble rears it's deadly face
water     Water like the tears of life
I             I become the burdan king
Will        Will the problems not defeat us
Ease      Ease your troubles and your woes
your       your dreams become our focus
mind      Mind your manors as we grow
Form: Acrostic


Give this child what she needs

Give this child what she needs
Love
Give this child what she needs
Shelter
Give this child what she needs
Prayers
Give this child what she needs
Some food and water
Give this child what she needs
Good parents
Give this child what she needs
Good manors
Give this child what she needs
A smoke free home
Give this child what she needs
Peace and happiness
Give this child what she needs
To know God
Give this child what she needs
Your guidance
Give this child what she needs
Clothes
Give this child what she needs
Your support
Give this child what she needs
Some family time
Give this child what she needs
A nice bath every day
Give this child what she needs
Some discipline
Give this child what she needs
A warm bed to sleep on
© aldo kraas  Create an image from this poem.

The World Gone Mad - The Only Sane One

My dear, have you not heard the news?
The theatre has closed down.

Due to the riots on avenue and boulevard,
I do not want to gossip about it.
Find it on the latest tabloids and crusades.

Darling, the streets had spread the word
Of the Lord Stuyvesant.
His head was marched down our street,
Decapitated and hoisted up on a lance.

I could not believe the violence of our town.
What has our world become?

When I stepped out on the front porch outside,
I heard their foul disparage.
Youthful energies echoing scornful abuses aloud,
And the saints who endorsed it.

Shame on this backward world I was born into,
This life of inferno I was burdened with.
I swore on the night of my honeymoon rove,
To not bare children within this hellfire furnace.

I would rather suffer the same fate as Lord Stuyvesant.

To the mundane monarchy who live in their manors,
I could not run to tell my good man.
I do not want to gossip about any of the occurrences,
That has fallen upon these riots in our town.

Where do I run to, if I am in need of rescue and love?
The theatre had closed down.

Darling, if these rabid vermin would listen for once
In their twopenny-halfpenny lives,
They would not have the need to protest against
A system which have been nothing but good to them,
But they are far too gone now, it has all gone to frenzy.

So much ado about nothing.
Form: Lyric

Mothers Love

Mothers love us near and far
Yes indeed they set the bar so high
They nurse us up strong so we see why
She teaches us that we all need to get along
They teach us right from wrong
Mothers teach us to read and write
She even teaches us to stick up for our rights
They love us day and night
Even when we sometimes put up a fight

She teaches us manors and to sit up straight
Mothers, here and there they are so great
They send us off to school to get smart
Teaching us she is never far apart
Mothers look out for us like the sun kisses the sky
She wipes the tears from our eyes
Telling us we will be ok as it will pass by

She is always there in our darkest hours
Like a meteor shower, 
Mothers love will light up your life so bright
With this amazing power day and night
Mothers teach us to trust in God
To keep us safe when we are abroad
Knowing God will fix any of our flaws

Mother gets concerned
When she never hears from you at all
They love us even when we fall
Mothers love us when we are big or small
When we hear them call
It's like a beautiful waterfall
That wraps around me 
Like a warm soft shawl
Above all MOM
I want you to know
You're the most loving mom of all

          HAPPY MOTHERS DAY
          
          MAY GOD BLESS YOU 
         
          ON THIS SPECIAL DAY

I KNOW YOU WILL NEVER BE FAR AWAY
Form: Rhyme

Skinbobs Job

Well my Skinbob,had an employment trial,in which we think ok
    she got another callback,a chance to earn more pay
      she really is a grafter,and manors so polite
        i think the boss should take her on, a decision will be right.



             It will make  a differance,in our everyday life
               and we can save for the day,when she can be my wife.
                 With my disability,i would stay at home
                   to do the cooking and the chors,a chance to be alone



                       We have never been apart for long, in all our time together
                         but, it will prove,i think will bond the strenghth forever
                           although we feel this way already, a chance to stretch our wings
                              and no scrimping or scraping to whatever brings.
Form: Rhyme

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