Remember the fellow with the slicked-back hair
Cowboy suits with lots of fringe?
Thought he and Dolly made quite the pair,
His nasal voice made us cringe.
Yes, he gave the “little lady” a chance to sing
On his weekly television show
We thought he and Dolly were having a fling,
But it was Carl who made her glow.
Years have brought Dolly fortune and fame
Her mentor slipped into obscurity,
Most people don’t even remember his name
But her songs bought her security.
SECOND PLACE WINNER
"Anything You Want" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
written July 30, 2021
D-anger
A-nd
V-irus
I-n
D-readed
W-uhan
A-ilment
G-ruesomely
O-r
N-astily
E-mploy
R-abidity
Topic: Birthday of Poet David Wagoner (June 05)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
D-ivine
A-crostic
V-erse
I-n
D-elightful
W-ords
A-dvances
G-reatness
O-f
N-ame
E-ntertaining
R-eaders
Topic: Birthday of Poet David Wagoner (June 05)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Today was such a glorious day
the birds sung and the rabbits played.
I closed my eyes and my mind just let go
took me to a place way past the rainbow.
It was magical what took hold of me
the most wonderful ever dream.
A place with many different signs
like love, harmony,peace and kind.
The colors were exquistive and never seen
my mind was lost deep in this dream.
It was so wonderous and full of grace
I was allowed to see Gods shining face.
God stood with arms opened welcoming and wide
as I gently walked to them inside.
It was time for me to return home
no, please let me stay and roam.
I open my eyes and there I sit
look down and see my old cat.
I wonder do cats minds dream
over the rainbow to the angels wings?
Deb Wagoner 2/23/11
This is for all the angels walking this earth
there for us when we die and when we give birth.
You know their an angel by looking into their souls
you see running rivers of Jesus's sparkling gold.
The old man laying in the gutter crying for his family
helped up and cleaned up fed a warm meal that is what the angels see.
A mother and child just walking the streets with no where to go
an angel of mercy takes them by the hand and finds them a home.
These angels don't show their wings
but you can hear them sing.
Just go where people are in such need
that is where the angels go at lightening speed.
The next time you are tempted to put someone down
they may be Jesus without the thorny crown.
Be careful how you judge or what you might say
Angels on earth will pass you by when you need them one day.
Remember the homeless the hungry,the poor and the lost
then Remember Jesus up on that cross.
He didn't do it just for the healthy and rich
Jesus did it for the mercy of all men if your soul He finds fit.
Debbie Wagoner 8/16/11
I sit in your webb of destruction waiting
waiting for the bite that will be suffocating
turning my love into death
as the spider takes his last dying breath,
Toxic love, the only love I know
smack in the fsce was the way I was shown
Go to your room and disappear
stop that crying right this moment did you not here?
As I sit in this webb of toxic loneliness
I make my final dying wish
to take this one risk
and let someone know i did exist.
Debbie Wagoner 5/27/10
Moon glow and angel wings
just the two of my favorite things
Moon glow flows through my veins
Angel wings float through my brain
the magic of the moon takes me far away
and the angel wings help me to stay
twinkling stars are my stepping stairs
the angel wings fly me there
Dancing on the moon,problems are gone
As the angel uses her magic wand.
Debbie Wagoner 6/5/10
It was a stifling temp of 100 degrees
there was not a single breeze.
Yet the old,old,oak tree spoke to me
as I sit at Bradley's grave site in the cemetery.
I would speak out loud to Bradley through my tears
the air remained still until he heard all my fears
then that ole oak tree would bow down and whisper
It's all right mama, I am in the breeze that kisses you.
With each breath you take I take double
to let you know I am happy and free from trouble.
My sign to you is forever in the Red Rose
that you always bring me from home.
My breath that is this wind dries your eyes
and I bow down so you know, yes it's me you do see.
I love you Bradley and thank you for the sign
of a breeze on an arid day sent just for me.
Debbie Wagoner 6/14/10
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