Short Noah Poems
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An artistic aardvark
living in a forest dark
very quickly did embark
upon a quest on an ark
Noah gave him name of Clark.
Noah had a mission
Build an ark on commission
Fill it full of animal pairs
To square away human affairs
01/03/2021
You know when God cried an ocean
It sunk the whole land of Goshen
But those kids on the Ark
Skinny-dipped in the dark
Noah, of course, had no notion!
Zookeepers have the best jobs
They're surrounded by animals of every kind
~ Noah's number on speed dial
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention
A man named Noah once built a sailboat
so large people said it would never float.
But the waters they rose,
the doors he hurried to close,
then did he look at his neighbors and gloat.
Noah strove for enviro-protection.
Plants and beasts he saved section by section.
And now thanks to our brain
all that soon will remain
is a zoo and an herbal collection.
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My heart once beat for
Picasso
screamed for the violin
the cello
the oboe
the sax
the drum
Now
my heart rests in a box
gift wrapped
for you
.
I close mine eyes
it does not help
I plug mine ears
it does not help
I peek in mine wallet
i see
his little grin
Tonights
The
Night
Sailing
To
Tahiti
I
Wish
You
Could
Hear
What
I
Hear
The
Sounds
Of
Angels
Sand grains
On
A
Hill
I
Am
God
And
I
Declaim
All
Roll
Down
Sand hill
End
Up
As
One
Noah, drying out
It is raining again
Oh, my god
Please, open the door
Open the door, I want to live and stay alive
The flood is coming. Wants to erase my sins
Not my sins. These are my events. Nothing happened
But I did. I know. I did wrong things. My life was in shadow
Dear Noah
I confessed all
Can I enter?
Noah was crazy
Everyone said it
Except his family who had faith
They were so used to water
It was beginning to feel there would never be land again
Waves hit the ark harder every day
A covenant made
Rainbow sealed the deal
God would never destroy the world with water again
There were other ways …
N, M, S, R
He can't understand us off guard,
Western right to those who prefer hoot!
We drank pure sabuh,
Time or
Is it human?
Haram is forgotten,
Where is mekruh?
Our way with the Qur'an is tavazzuh,
The same soul in different bodies,
Our Holiness, Noah,
Heart of love with this mecruh.
Birdman Father Yunus Kokan
Baby Noah
lives in water-colored worlds.
Of light and angel whisper waves.
He smiles at things I cannot see.
Reaches for that something I need to believe in.
He's closer to God than I.
Even amidst the piss and spit
Lessons of purity are within his eyes.
I need to breathe in this newborn's sky.
Baby Noah
God the Father is not mocked
Jesus the Son is not mocked
The transgender have flocked to the last supper
Blasphemy from the enemy
The Blood of Jesus is the remedy
Yet the sign of Noah is clear
We do not fear
Jesus Christ will return!
God the Father is not mocked
Jesus the Son is not mocked
Mark Frank
Copyright 2024
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In my arms
in the depths of mine heart
in the shadows
in the bright
in the pastures
in betwixt the trees
in his thought's
inside of mine
in Noah trots
into Pop's life
Grumbled at Noah's clarion call
Of the gloomy existence fall.
Started the journey quiet early
Among others so many.
Speed mocked at your gait
As swift animals to the Ark's gate
Creepy slow shelly animal
Bent to the Ark's aisle
Must have been the last
As others animal, you, passed.
Helped by Noah's hands
For heavens ready to purge the
lands.
Eye reckon Noah Webster thought he'd concocted thee perfect dictionary!
Aye'm hear two tell ewe it ain't perfect and four a reference eye'd bee vary wary!
Yew see, there is one 'mistake' and one 'error' listed under 'M' and 'E'!
Their ain't know gittin' around them fax and aye think ewe will agree!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Writes Reserved
My mind is on red training wheels
Muse is gone and I’ve got a thrill
In writing about shouting daffodils
Moving around never staying still
Lost in thought a fun place to be
With original parts wonderful dreams
The art of heavy hearts creating
The next Noah’s ark in valley green
And they’d say you’re manic and mad
Why build an ark in valley green grass
They’d pick and jest with jubilant laugh
But time will tell and dispel peach path