Pride......and joy?
Pride is thinking that you know too much
Thinking that the love you have is even half enough
It's clinging to honesty as if heard earnestly spoken
Or getting hurt and saying bones and will aren't broken
It's setting aside the friendships that build us up
And giving respect to a thought or reason conveyed with guff
It's separating yourself from the mold yet fitting right in
It's kinda funny though the loser always thinks He wins
Self improvement can only come from understanding another
And standing outside oneself and be true to another
Truthfully I really hate the fact that I'm this flawed
And I wish I could change it all without fear and please our God
But apparently I'm just an instrument of destruction
And my only words at the end of this s h I t will be nothing.....
Composed on the morning of June 6th 2021 By Ryan Feller
There are few things in this world
that this dad would truly treasure
more than what my bright son has done,
for he has brought me great pleasure.
He did not hit a long home run
nor throw a winning touchdown pass.
He did not bag a trophy buck
or reel in the state record bass.
Never voted homecoming king,
never dated the prom queen.
He did not get the play’s lead
or enlist to be a Marine.
Now all of these things are noble
and would make any father proud.
But what my young man accomplished,
for me stands out above the crowd.
What is this fine deed my lad attained
that has brought this swelled dad much joy?
He made the school’s honor roll
so with pride, I cheer, “That’s my boy!”
Adding finishing touches to gazebo.
Enclosed haven looking much like a resort.
Our very own summer guesthouse.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
One is very open minded
And one is a little shy
But if you try at night
And the price is just right
You can buy some Pride and Joy
And when your feeling lonely
They're something to enjoy
It's always much better
when you get them together
Love feeling my Pride and Joy
We can play at my place
We'll just have to keep down the noise
I'll give Joy a great ride
While I swallow my pride
I'm consumed by my Pride and Joy
Well my rhyme is almost over
But before I say goodbye
Just give them a try
They'll bring a tear to your eye
Overwhelmed by my Pride and Joy
~Billy Hitz~
you prove to be
everything to me
your my wall
that will never fall
you are over all
love you too
your not a decoy
baby
YOUR MY PRIDE AND JOY
this we must say
in everyway
and this is not play
your not a toy
your our boy
and
PRIDE AND JOY
to me your the key
your my everything
all that love brings
with you i have gain
you ease my pain
and your not a decoy
your my
PRIDE AND JOY
When I was young I had a car
It didn’t cost too much
It didn’t have a speedo
It didn’t have a clutch
The doors, they wouldn’t open
And the roof was non existent
The wheels were always squeaking
And the noise was quite persistent
It didn’t have a gear stick
And the windscreen wasn’t there
This was my pride and joy, and so
I really didn’t care
The only thing that bugged me was
Should it begin to shower
I couldn’t get home quick
‘cause, it was only pedal power
A bonneville mustang with
A dark purple hood
It’s distinct. The lighter
Purple shade of paint that
Covers the remainder of the
Car gleams in the sun. Inside the
Cabby are leather seats; real. Accompanying
That is the wooden dashboard with
A chrome trim. It even has dice in the mirror;
This is his pride and joy.
A stuffed rabbit in
A pink, flower patterned cover.
It’s once white fur now
Old, dusty and worn. One
Eye is missing; a stitching attempt
Failed; the little tuffs of cotton
Sticking out confirm it. But the
Hands that crafted such a horrid
Creature are long gone.
This is his pride and joy.
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