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Best Poems Written by Sherree Huckleberry

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Christmas House

Mommy! Mommy! See the Christmas tree
Shining brightly for the neighborhood to see?
And the logs on the fire are so sparkly.
They make me feel warm and fuzzy.
Did you know tonight is Christmas Eve?

Mommy! Mommy! Watch how the lights
Blink and glitter. They shine so bright.
Used to be I was ‘fraid of the night
But it’s too pretty to feel any fright.
Mommy, what will you open at midnight?

Mommy! Mommy! Listen. They’re singing
And there’s snowmen. And angels. And bells ringing!
I wonder if anyone will come bringing
Any music for us? Any ding-dong-dinging,
And make us happy…our skin tingling?

Mommy! Mommy! What did you say?
Oh, me? What do I want this holiday?
That’s easy. I wan’na laugh, sing and play
With you -n- Sissy. Now, can we pray
That God will send us Daddy on Christmas Day?

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Steven's Song

When I look into your eyes, 
			I watch the deepest, bluest sea;
			When I see that special smile, 
			I marvel that smile is just for me;
			And when I hold you and talk to you,
			Sharing my many hopes and dreams…
			I am filled…filled with wonder
			It took forever to find you, it seems.

			Oh! How long since last my heart danced?
			How long since my soul knew a smile?
			It is awesome in completeness,
			As our time together flows by.
			If ever you choose to leave…to go;
			If you should just choose to walk away,
			I could finally say: “Thank you for I knew
			Fulfillment in real love today.”

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Aloneliness

It is the middle of the night, alone
		And the darkness is a sad sight…alone
		When your demons you fight alone.
		Yet so it can be in daylight if alone
		While you listen to your heart pound alone.
		You seek rays of hope as you look around…alone.
		Vulnerability is profound alone.
		No, nothing so sinister as the sound of alone.

		What disease have we all contained within? Alone!
		It is as dark as the chiefest of sins. Alone.
		No one knows how or why or its origin…alone
		Nor can we pinpoint where it ends, this alone.
		No one can fix it: no drug, no friend…alone;
		We are meant, by ourselves, to mend it alone.
		By our Creator we are placed here not alone
		Yet we always seem to round that bend: Alone.

		For years, I have struggled and tried and fought alone;
		I’ve read, written, cried and sought to be not alone
		But even in crowds I am caught in the web of alone.
		I’ve learned much from the lessons taught by alone;
		I’ve yet to know what it was that brought me to alone.
		I suppose we each must go deep inside to stop alone.
		If one has spirituality, one is not alone;
		So I’ll be all right because that I’ve got, though I’m alone.

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...So I Says To God...

Woke up this mornin' with the dew 
On the grass, the breeze
Blendin' with the trees,
And knew there had to be a You!
So I says to God, I says, "Mornin', Lord.
Thank you for the chirpin' birds a-singin' -n-
The church bells by my house a-ringin',
And thanks, again, for writin' Your Word.

I knows I complains lots -n- doesn't try
Enough some o' da time;
I knows I lived plenty rough in my prime
But I also knows how to cry.
Forgive my not givin' enough of a damn
Sometimes, but, hey! 'Member Peter, the disciple?
Just think of me as him -- recycled.
I, too, knows You are the great  I am."

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Auld Lang Syne

I will change. I will focus new. I will be
The new creation that Christ has made me.
I His infinite wisdom I know that only He
Knows my life’s plan which I’ve yet to see.

I am not capable of change on my own, in myself.
Obviously, I cannot. I have not. I could not. Or else
Clearly, I would have by now, altered this hell…
This wasted foolish life I have not lived well.
		
Looking at my life on this New Year’s Eve,
I do, at least, have the courage to believe.
Please help me, dear God, Your ways to receive--
 Not mine. One more chance. One last reprieve.

And here it is -- three months have passed...
About long enough for such resolutions to last;
Therefore, it would seem, the dye has been cast
But not necessarily, and not so fast!

The awesome thing about life? As long 
As there is breath, there is hope for song;
There can be a righting of any wrong.
There can be found your place to belong.

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From Violets To Violence

Faces and figures that only he can see.	
Heart sounds emit from his friend, the radio.
The past and the present are entwining him
As a once-hopeful future is lost in the din.

Upon dawn’s early light and throughout his days, now,
He knows to bear witness to all that they say now
From, “You are waste” and “Nobody wants you”
To, “Take your life now. You know that you want to!”
		
Shadowy forms on the ceiling and walls
Reach down to him: his tormentors’ calls
Where light is the dark and dark is the light;
Where night is the day and day is the night.

It’s a foregone conclusion, these garbled voices,
Bedlam’s intrusions interrupting his choices.
The velveteen violets too calmly revealed
Will soon be replaced by violence concealed.

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Put In My Place

Where are the ears to listen?
			There is no one who hears;
			There are my cheeks to glisten
			With only the silence near.
			Finally: A place to belong.

			Glancing at each of you in this place,
			My intuition kicks in and I know
			That here tears will stop staining my face;
			Here, will be release. Here, I will let go.
			Finally: A place to belong.

			There are no strangers on this land;
			All have a common bond.
			Within this meadow…no reprimands.
			Lives lived. Lives over. Lives gone.
			Finally: A place to belong.

			No arms reached out for me; no friend
			Before I walked in here sad and weary;
			So, don’t come now. You didn’t then;
			I’ve been put in my place: this cemetery.
			Finally: A place to belong.

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Who Do You Say That I Am?

When I was five, I was taught
Of God’s love and that I ought
To keep in mind that I was bought
From this world at a great price. God sought
Me, my life. This is why, while on Earth, He fought

So hard and so long minus any pride;
So tried, so tired with no one at his side.
When I was a teenager, I chose to decide
To no more need Him -- not now that I 
Was nearly a woman. I forgot that He died
			
For me, a mere mortal. Thus, I lived in haste
Allowing my life to wander to waste.
Then at age twenty-two, I prayed just in case
I was not, afterall, born again; saved
From hell, myself and the eternal grave.

Sadly, as the wind blows the leaves to and fro,
So it was back and forth with my fickle soul
Having reached middle age; having lost all control
Of the “me” then and now, what of tomorrow?
Who do I say He is? The cause of Love’s Flow.

I say this because faithful He has been
Of all of my weaknesses, failures and
Not once did He turn from me when
All others chose not to be my friend.
So, I will meet Him when life comes to its end.

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Sufficient Thy Grace

When I think of the world and its pleasures,
 I remember the Lord and His treasures
 And how He has promised me
 That His Grace is sufficient for me.

 When my friends are all out having fun,
 And I sit alone having none,
 His Words to me He recalls
 And I know I’m not alone afterall.

“My Grace is sufficient for thee.
 My child, put your trust in Me;
 I sent to you My Son
 And I desire to see My Will done."

 Your Grace is sufficient for me.
 Lord, I know You want the best for me	
 And I know only You are the One
 Now into Your merciful arms I will run.

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Father of the Year

This Sunday is to be the day that many
Bring remembrance and honor to the family man.
Ah! But we all know here there isn’t any
Honor; no, no one here to take that stand
	         AND
I, your only daughter, and unwanted shame,
Will honor you as you so richly deserve;
Here is your gift: I am sorry I ever came
Into your world.  Now, please observe,
	          AND
I finally leave you in peace at long last.
I apologize for not being the one
You wanted; I sense your relief but not so fast!
One other thing. Then, there will be none.
 	       READY?
When that boy you always longed for arrives
As you play with and love him as you couldn’t me;
As that child grows and you are filled with pride, 
Remember someday your little girl loved Daddy.
	     SHE TRIED.