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What Easter Means To Me

Tears of joy streak down
My dust covered face
As I just wandered by and witnessed
The utmost glorious grace

Just three days ago
I watched them crucify
The son of God himself
The man called Jesus Christ

They poked him with their spears
Wet his tongue with a vinegar sponge
Nailed him to a tree
And taunted “you’re not God’s son.”

He hung there ‘til he died
From his side water did drop
They buried him in a tomb
Where today I had to stop

Past three days the door was covered
A large stone placed there that day
But, today as I walked by 
An angel rolled it away

He had kept his promise
Only 3 days would he lay dead
To forgive us all our sins
And, I believed in what he said

He glided out of the tomb
As if floating in the air
“Do not be afraid” he said,
With gentle love, and care

He represents new life 
And all the wounds he can heal
Is Easter day your resurrection?
Can Jesus Christ be your shield?

I weep to think of the pain
He endured for you and me
So he could take away our sins
And one day, set us free!

By: Miranda Lambert
For: Gwendolyn Rixs’ contest: What easter means to me
Written: 03/21/2011

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Our Protector In the Skies

A friend, an uncle, a pawpaw, a father, a husband, a son
   These are a few of the titles you've earned
Precise, concern, loving, pride, hope, appreciation
   These are a few emotions from you we've learned

You as a friend
   Irreplaceable position
Your intentions so precise
   To have you back is what they are wishing

You as an uncle 
   A teacher and confidant
You always showed concern
   To have you back is what they want 

You as a pawpaw
   Always appear to be so strong
Always loving in your eyes
  For Logan & Lucas, having you is what they long

You as a father 
   A superhero, our eyes fill with stars
Holding us with pride in your soul
   You'll always be in our hearts although you seem so far

You as a husband
   Caused frustration but still showed love
Leaving hope in her mind
   She loves you, always watch her from above

You as a son
   Not much time was spent
But appreciation you learned
   To be with her is where you went

Now our eyes behold your pictures
   Our minds contain your smile
Our memories hold your laughter
   You'll be with us every mile

When harsh winds are blowing
   We will lend and eager ear
In hopes to hear you speaking
   Hear your voice that we hold dear

When it's dark and we feel frightened
   We can close our eyes
And you'll be right there beside us
   Our protector in the skies
 
In cherished and loving memory of my daddy: John L. Swinger
May you rest in peace, until we meet again
 Love, Miranda M. Lambert 
Originally written on : 02/12/2011 at 10:21 am

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Tried and True

This is a myth
About the Hobabobaknox
A fiery dreadful creature 
That was never seen or caught
So how is it I know?
Is it true or just a thought
If it was never seen 
How can this story be bought...?

Unlike the Jabberwocky, the Hobabobaknox 
Was very good at staying hidden
You see, it understood a lot
Human races where forbidden
And it knew if it was caught
It would be killed and ridden
So it just stayed still in its spot

However, the creature had to eat
So it planned its hunt with caution
In the still of the night
It would lurk out of its common
Waiting for one to view him
Then it would throw them in its cauldron

It was spineless like a snake
Winged like the hawk
Eyes in front and back
And tails, long like bean-stalks
Its color was quite a marvel
When you see it, you will shock
It will fill you up with terror
It can cause your legs to lock


Only one can tell the tale
Only one was tried and true
One night while fast asleep
I saw its color Ru
I survived the Hobabobaknox
In a dream I shared with you

-Miranda Lambert-
*Rhyme
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Rip Heath Ledger

You've portrayed the lives of many
A soldier, a son, a dad, and the enemy

Who I ask, shall portray your life
In a story to reveal your demise

The Big Screen carries your legacy
Your family keeps quite a memory

Her Daddy she can always see
By watching his movies on T.V.

Such a talent you beheld
Quite a story to be a tale

"Why so serious?" as Joker will say
One of the favorite roles you play

Far to young, to go away
May you rest in peace where you lay

A knight in shining armour you'll be
When again your face, your family will see.

for Chriss Matt's contest: Gone too soon***
hope you enjoy...LOVE Miranda Lambert, A.K.A *Randa*

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Poetry Soup

***This poem is to all of my fellow soupers who have 
kindly and generously read my poems, and lifted me up
with your kind words and opportunities....you are all 
appreciated***

Tears of joy do linger
In the corner of my eye
The support that's offered here
Makes me want to cry

To all my newfound friends
on this godsent poetry site
Thank you all so much
You truly are my light

I was deep down in the dark
Seeking proffessional help
Then I came accross the soup
And you all read what I felt

Some Comments on My poems
Lifted my spirits way up high
I don't even "know" you guys
But still your always nigh

I dont need a therapist
To listen to my grief
God showed me this place
where I would find the most relief

I had to let you all know
My faith has been restored
It's a real tough year
But now I can thank and praise the Lord

He brought me here to you
From the pits where I was consumed
He knew you all would listen
And help me through this doom

It may not be much
But this is coming from my heart
Soupers, you saved a life
From you all i'll never part!!!

-Miranda Lambert-

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Beg

Let me express my feelings
Let me tell you a true tale
So, my husband has a "gift"
One I can't quite tell

He has his sly fox ways
Of getting what he wants
For if it isn't his way
His ways are full of taunts

He begs and begs and pleads
Honey, baby, dear
I want to hold you close tonight
I want to feel you near

Sometimes I say ok
But others it's too hot
But before the night is over
I end up in his spot

How is that he could argue
with me after such a night
Over a piece of paper
That was strictly in HIS sight

I know he has bad days
Trust me, I have mine too
I guess he can make it up to me
"Somehow" we'll make it through

-Miranda Lambert-

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Ah, Alum Creek

Ah, Alum Creek
A place I love to go

In the summer for a picnic
Or a jet ski talent show

The kids can run and play
Covered in sand from head to toe

Pack your 45
we've got UV rays to soak

Hitch up them jet skis boys
Dont forget the boat

"Out to play!" is on the door
"Will return" was all I wrote

-Miranda Lambert- 
02/15/2011 11:45 am
(My dad took us to alum creek every summer, I plan to continue this legacy for many 
summers to come)

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What I Don'T Know

Why do I dwell
On what I don't know
If it where meant
Wouldn't it show?

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In 10 Seconds

"I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you . . ."

                                                            A Rambling Poet



There’s always been a significant person 
Who has guided me through life
And taught me everything 
A growing girl should learn,
From counting all my numbers,
To knowing how life can be cold.

My gratitude rewards this person
For, I was not easy to train,
Oft’ times I turned my shoulder cold 
I believed I knew everything.
I just wanted to be young and live,
And tried to stray too many times to count.

I’ve grown beholden of the things I’ve learned.
My knowledge floods in large quantities,
Through my veins, from the veins of a special being.
Accepted, and hoarding his words, entirety
My mind suppressing reality of his un-beating hearts coldness
Building castles in air, deceiving myself that he might live.

~”I walk solitaire, but not alone”~

Through the graveyard, choked by after-life.
His name on the monument, bold & stone cold.
I run my hand across the surface, and embrace it whole
Suffer the etching through my fingertips, I’ve new things to learn
“He” isn’t really here, only his flesh and bones.
I close my eyes to preserve it all, and count to 10.

Within that 10 seconds, his spirit enlightens my company,
Sits with me, we discuss everything
“I taught you a lot, especially these things of cold,
I know what I promised, I know what a special person
I was to you. But Randa you must now learn
To do things on your own. In the way of your own life.”

~”I shan’t forget the words he left me with…”~

“Pass my knowledge to my grandsons, for them to learn.
I see already you’ve taught Logan to count.
Princess, you know I’m still here, even though my flesh is cold
And, even though now I cant do every little thing
That I could when my blood flowed, I can live on through your life
And spiritually lead you to be who you want, as a person”

Then my daddy faded away, and everything
Went back to the way it was. Like numbers
On a clock, must be wound to keep it’s life.

©2011-06-23
Miranda Lambert
Contest: Writing In The Sublime ~

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Beauty In Paris, France

(french)
Le Soleil se couche derriere les Eiffel
                       De la promenade J’admire
                            Une memoire pittoresque
                            
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(english)
**Sun sets behind the Eiffel
              From the boardwalk I adore
                                 A picturesque memory


Haiku
Miranda Lambert 
4/8/2011