Short Firstborn Poems

together -alive,raised-up &seated with Jesus

Ephesians 2:4-7...

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poor firstborn races
poverty held safe in jars
I wallow in dimes...

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pain ... tears … blood … relief! … 
    
         A - G - O - N - Y … 

    stillborn  ~  her firstborn...

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The firstborn poem kicks, emerges struggling
                                 ~ not so the second; it's chill...

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S urmount the branched form
A rise glorified reborn
V isage of man once torn
I conoclast earth adorned
O rdained light born
R eign as His firstborn....

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On Halloween, ghosts are seen,
skeletons too, they may be you,
Trees come alive at night,
Gorillas too,
They may be you.

(written by my firstborn son as a child)...

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Father, thank You for the food,
Help the kids [to] not be rude,
Thank You for vegetables and fruit,
Thank You for my Sunday suit.

(written by my firstborn son as a child)...

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Surfing the web, came across this site
An offer to make me rich overnight
So simple, this ploy
A matter of much joy
Sell my firstborn and a night with my wife...

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My firstborn's face was ever beautiful,
and, try as it might, nothing will compare.
Its light has my heart--indisputable!
A blessing I try to share with great care.
With awe, I find new blessings in the air...

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You are my firstborn --- Angelo

Hold tight to your life and do not let go --- Please
Your youth is worthy to --- Save
Follow your heart dig deep into ---Yourself
I will never stop loving you my --- Son


								Mom...

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Listen to poem:

Young Justin Trudeau who was just a kid,
Pranked Canada's secret service and hid,
Had told him not to be here,
Warned by his father Pierre,
Called, "Young prince is on the asteroid vid."


Date: 08/28/2019...

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A feast on your honour 
Gold, silver and our first harvest 
I also give to you my only son, 
firstborn .
Treat him well
Paint your walls with
 flowers from his blood 
Leaves , buds and thorns in red. 
I give to you a white lamb , 
A first born too ....

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Hope for eternal life
Always the firstborn son
Really glad to be alive
Ready to travel
Interesting story teller, 
Smart
Only young for a short time
Nice and sweet, and proud of his accomplishments




a tribute to Harrison Hilley in my children's church class....

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True Radiance

There is no glow as bright as a mother
With her firstborn in her arms;
Disheveled like the sun rays
Of a child’s Crayola sun.

A smile that stretches and freezes for days,
Except while her eyes turn down and gaze
Upon that radiance of her loving babe
Eyes to eyes in love....

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English Sestet Form


 A Drake sat in a strawberry patch,
“Why would he sit in such?” You ask?
Well, a new breed of dragon this one be,
sweet little strawberry and green is he;
just watching the pollination of the bees.
The firstborn of his kind, he’s the bee’s knees!
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Float upwards 
Away from thoughts 
To rest
Kingdom of rest 
Wisdom alone lives 
With no judge 
Float up 
Passed idea 
Float up 
Passed the truth 
Passed bright grace 
Above firstborn mind 
Passed the mother of sounds 
One 
Silent one of light


Contest: Thought rested awareness 
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker...

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A gulf as wide
As the ocean
Exists between
You and me.
Though the distance 
Is great,
And the silence
Screams,
My love for you will
Never change.
It will ever be
As strong…
Strong and steady...
As the very first time
I heard
Your heart beat.
You are my firstborn
And will
Always be my baby.
I love you
Kataya....

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My wilted, rotten, Rose bouquet –My veil, a crown of thorns.
As dowry to me Master gave a tail to match my horns… 
and promised me the one to rule would be but my firstborn.
So something borrowed, something blue my broken Heart becomes.
Now I with sorrow say ‘I do’ to love but only one… 
the one of which I stand before with Dreading Dress undone....

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A spawn of a demon
The firstborn was sacrificed
Though not fatally
Death still filled her soul
For offering to the devil
The monster took all she was worth

Forcefully, the two became one
Demons implanted into her soul
Never to be whole again

The girl pleas for restoration
Silent cries going unheard
And where is God in all this?
Probably watching alongside...

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Two hearts met:
“firecrackers,” they said,
nearly six months apart,
‘works right from the start.
like rockets, their feet
shot off from the ground,
the sound most spectacular
a feat fated
for inextricable hearts.
Catherine wheels
connected for life, with
sparkler hands,
and of course,
she labored
with their firstborn
on Labor Day
and their youngest
inclined to kiss Christmas.

12/31/2020...

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He said the undiplomatic cost
to all of us freedom celebrators,
to firstborn sons and daughters,
to last born future children,
would be far less
than its liberating value.

Value for and against whom?

Value for and against what healthy purpose?

Value for and against which wealthy constituents?

He couldn't say,
or wouldn't,
or shouldn't

Because he couldn't listen
and wouldn't savor 
democratic peace....

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A small secretion gave him away,
the tough marine who had yomped in a day
from San Carlos to Stanley, served in Helmand,
but now was defeated by the tiniest hand
that gripped his finger and wouldn't let go,
he swallowed hard, no feelings could show
the chink in his armour, that hard carapace,
as that small secretion rolled down his face
from eyes that looked down, completely undone
by this scrap of humanity, his firstborn, his son....

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I loved you beyond the night
my heart stopped, ushering you forth

I loved you with every fiber of my being
leaving to be bread winner

I loved you with such closeness
you were fledgling beneath my arm pit

I, who loved you in pain and heartache
refused to give you up

Because I loved the way you stood
awakening life in me when I fell

I loved you, though I was green with youth
in my veins; the iris of mine eyes as small as my pupils

*...

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What is joy?
It is a small child on Christmas morn.
A new mom, cuddling her firstborn.

Some fight so hard to keep it away.
They battle daily to keep it at bay.
Afraid to let it in.
In their ways, they are too set in

Others welcome it with a full embrace,
living full of grace.

It is all around,
running here and there like a merry-go-round.

Without the time to witness
we will never feel it's gentle caress.



dedicated to Theresa Combs...

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MUM

always there

     mums the word

after all her eyes

     are everywhere

in the backseat

              drying all

the steamy windows

   winking at you

opening the car door

       chasing away

the tawdry blond

   it’s all for the good

of her handsome son

           she won’t let you get away

and she’ll chase you down

                to plant a kiss

on her firstborn 

                         toddler son


11/10/2017...

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