Long Take care Poems
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6 o clock supper. six o clock! si:si.Floating Storage Unit, him keep water!
si? si! red,Black Velvet vase bowl. 7 bowls: zz snoring-wake up
6 o clock,,9 oclock now, him miss supper?si! him miss supper!
no;no a neutral density. Him snore take picture
tease in front of lady freind! si; si, get big laugh!
I clown!
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Where has dad gone, momma dear?
Hush, my little lamb.
Your dad's gone to the thicket dear
And mad old Abraham
That man went early this grim morn, and took his sharpened knife
And with him took his own first born, to offer up his life
With servants and with firewood, both, they journeyed to Moriah
And on the hillside there they built an altar and a fire
And Isaac, when he heard the plan, went willingly, it's odd
That he should let that daft old man, so worship his cruel god.
Your father, he was passing by, and heard but could not see
And foolishly could not deny his curiosity
So closer did your father scramble peering through the thorns
Unaware of how the brambles tangled with his horns
Just to see a crazy man who planned to kill his kin
Your father did not understand the danger he was in
For then again that mad old man started hearing voices
His god was speaking to the loon and giving him new choices
And so his plan to slay the boy came about to falter
And Abraham, he took your pa and dragged him to the altar
But that was never fair, mama, can you tell me why
When Isaac he was all prepared and well prepared to die
And all had been decided on, so what cruel trick mama
Was played upon that grand old ram, who was my own papa?
Life is not fair, my little lamb, nor is it like to change
And fate plays tricks on all of us, both sinister and strange
So you take care, my little lamb, with this advice from me
Do not visit places where you know you should not be
The moral of this story dear, is take heed of the odds
And stay away from two-leggies worshipping their gods
Being In Conversation With God
How did I come to be?
Love.
Will I be forever?
You will.
My Mother is lovely.
She is.
I feel her love all around me.
I know.
Will she love me forever?
She will.
Does she know I love her?
She does.
The milk is warm. The milk tastes good.
Yes.
My Father makes funny faces.
Very funny.
Does he know I love him?
He does.
What do I do now?
You grow.
What is the voice in my head?
You.
The voice tells me to pretend I'm on a cloud.
Yes.
And the cloud is love.
Yes.
I can be everywhere and see the world.
Yes.
Mom and Dad say the world is our home.
Yes.
Our home is beautiful. Our home is magic.
Yes.
And they say I'm to take care of our home.
Yes.
My heart feels like it will burst.
Yes.
Why is that?
Love for all you see, hear, and touch.
*
We need orphanages.
So abandoned children can be cared for,
receive three hot meals a day, be helped
with their homework.
We need orphanages to be
Quiet places where children can think.
Away from loud angry music
And loud angry adults who abandon them
in spirit, and attitude way before they
are physically abandoned,
We need orphanages
Where adults can help children
Learn how to be children.
We need orphanages
Where children don't have to take care of their parents.
Where children don't have to fix their own supper.
Where children don't have to worry about being evicted,
where children don't squat in unheated abandoned buildings.
We need orphanages
Where children aren't threatened if they tell the truth.
We need orphanages for the abandoned children, so
they can safely grow up.
We need orphanages.
Written June 13, 2018 Abandon Contest Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
Ah Sweet Spring The land comes alive once more
with glorious blooms of all colours just look at the shore
Full of flowers that love the salt breezes
They dip and frolic flirting away joyously
The hills are ablaze with wild flowers
so sweetly scented wafting it down to us
we surrounding all with heavenly aroma
basking us letting us know we are alive
Lush grasses grow to give us sweet hay
allowing us to take care of our stock animals
trees full of vibrant leaves of greens
with birds in their midst singing with joy
Feel the hot rush of blood as you stroll by
passions rising as all seek a mate to love
and continue to multiply forming new families
to go forth and enjoy all the spring bounties.
Let's greet each one with gladness'* cheer
We're like good brothers, sisters dear
Around victorious partnership
Inside safe vessel called friendship.
With warm hello for joyful day
We show God's blessings all the way
Giving sweet smile so jubilant
Makes us feel wondrously vibrant.
Saying "Take care" gives comfort gain
Making us conquer hardship's pain
Also bringing peaceful delight
Marked by hope for morning that's bright.
Let kindness reign in every heart
With love's greeting right from the start
As Mom and Dad with all their best
Teach us do in their caring zest.
*Psalm 105:43 …He (GOD) brought forth his people with joy, and his chosen with gladness.
February 24, 2023
1st place, "Nursery Rhyme" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper; judged on 3/3/2023.
By Dana Redricks
May 28, 2022
This earth is our home and in Genesis we are commanded to take care of it. The very earth we live in filled with decay will one day be restored and be made new. One day earth will be our eternal home. Heaven and earth will unite and they shall be as one. Heaven and earth will be in harmony. I know it's hard to imagine, but the old system, and corruption will have passed away, and the earth will be made new. We will have glorified bodies. Sin and death will be destroyed. There will be no more pain, no more sickness, no more tears, no more suffering, and no more death. Oh, what a glorious day that will be. I can't wait to see my Savior face to face.
I’m gonna getcha says the Monster of Morning, the Dragon of Dawn
I’ll get you now,
First, I’m going to threaten you with the impending doom of having
to get out of bed by awakening you just a tiny bit.
You know, by sending just a little light your way,
just enough to make you realize that I’m coming soon.
Then as you are lulled into a false sense of security, thinking that
you have plenty of time, I’m gonna sound the alarm,
that piercing, whining, no good horrible noise that screeches you
to attention. I’m gonna freeze you out by making you remove
those nice warm covers, so soft and comfortable
and make you get up. And don’t for one second think
that the old snooze alarm is your friend. I’ll take care of that too.
Of course, once you’re up and in the shower
and having your coffee, I’ll fade away.
But, not for long. I’ll be back.
I’m gonna getcha.
The moment I entered the door
I could hear the old dragon roar
She was wearing her usual frown
Fiery flames were shooting around
She’d turn Medusa to stone with that stare
Just one glare and you'd better take care
I could picture the scene we would meet
as visiting her was no culinary treat
I’m not saying that she was a bad cook
When we visited you just took potluck
I’d have to pick like a bird at the food
It was vile but I didn’t want to be rude
My life is good … but it did have one flaw
This old dragon was … my mother in law!
10~20~15
Contest: Dragons
Sponsor: Silent One
9/23/16
Some crazed
And some well behaved
People and animals stayed
And others strayed
Below the soil traces of clay
Beautiful rocks like jade
And above it useful plants such as sage
Items out on display
Others locked up and put away
Things handmade
Or by machinery in a factory everyday
Roads and paths gradual or with a steep grade
Not all of which have been paved
Dug with a spade
Take care of your tools, the slower they'll degrade
During this day and age
Things so bizarre, it's no longer strange
To see what one would do for the fame
Or a financial gain
Locations and terrains
Remained
Exactly the same
Or had changed
Evidence attained
Or lost in the rains
And down the drains
After a strain
Too many want to complain
And on another they try to place the blame
What a shame
People not using their brain
The choices they make, only they can explain