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Susan Simpkins Poem
Earth,fire,water and wind
Earth is a planet where I call home,
To live each day,free to roam.
Fire is what we need to stay warm,
The fiery embers are put out by a storm.
Water is what we need to live day by day,
Without it,we would die and just fade away.
Wind is the air that moves our long flowing hair,
Wind is a breath that we take in with clean fresh air.
Earth,fire,water and wind is the elements that we need to survive,
Place to put your feet,warmth,drink,breathe to stay alive.
The elements of the planet is a soul keeper of human kind,
To be able to survive with all four combined.
Copyright © Susan Simpkins | Year Posted 2013
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Susan Simpkins Poem
FLY LIKE A BIRD
Love one another with your growing heart,
God has been watching you from the start.
Always remember the devil is watching you to,
Trying to get you to do dirty deeds so he can get you.
Always keep you heart with love and care,
If you don't, the devil will be waiting down there.
Live you life with laughter and a smile,
Mean and cruel that is the devils style.
The devil is always watching with his eyes down below,
Just waiting to take your soul.
Believe in God and he will not let you down,
Show the devil your heart is full of love,not a frown.
Your life will be much better if you put your faith in God,
Show the devil your not going to be part of his awful squad.
God is Good,God is great,
Treat others with care,you will be at heaven's gate.
When you cheat,lie,and steal,
That is the devil's work for real.
Pray and believe in God's word,
It's the best path to heaven to fly like a bird.
WROTE THIS TODAY APRIL 12,2013
Copyright © Susan Simpkins | Year Posted 2013
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Susan Simpkins Poem
Super heroes are the ones that saves the day,
To lend a helping hand,to make it O.K.
When we think of super heroes we think of Iron man,
with his red and shiny suit,
A cocky attitude that really gives a hoot.
Hawkeye with his quickness and his arrow,
Pointed that flies through the air,long and narrow.
Captain America with his shield and strength,
His fight for his country,that goes the almighty length.
Black Widow ,dressed in black,with her red ,long hair,
Fast as lightening,you didn’t know she was even there.
The hulk that is green and loves to smash,
A temper you will always remember like a crash.
Thor a God with a hammer,that no one can hold,
A protecter of earth,that the story is told.
No matter what super hero you would like to be,
We all have strengths inside,wouldn’t you agree.
Copyright © Susan Simpkins | Year Posted 2015
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Susan Simpkins Poem
What kind of animal would you like to be?
I would like to be a seaturtle from the sea.
Maybe an eagle that soars through the air,
A symbol of our freedom,that we share.
What about an owl with large yellow eyes,
That hoots,that is so very wise.
A large gray wolf that runs in a pack,
To hunt its prey with an fatal attack.
A large african elephant with a trunk so strong,
That never forgets,no matter how long.
A killer whale that hunts,with a single bite,
A creature that is covered in black and white.
A cheetah with lightening fast speed,
A very cool cat Indeed.
No matter what kind of animal you like to be,
They all are God's creature's,Guaranteed.
Copyright © Susan Simpkins | Year Posted 2015
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Susan Simpkins Poem
Echoes of the heart
Echoes of the heart is a feeling you hear inside,
To listen to your soul,that is your guide.
A echoe deep within,of love and grace,
To see a moment of a smile on a child's face.
A echoe is the inner voice that shows you the way,
To love,care in that very special day.
Like a hummingbird that buzzes by,very fast,
A echoe of sound that last and last.
A dream is an echo that is a thought of the mind,
To make a wish,that is about to shine.
A echoe is a feeling of God loving you in your great big heart,
A beautiful painting that is the greatest art.
So if you hear that echo,and wonder what it could be,
It's the echo of God ,that he really does love me.
Copyright © Susan Simpkins | Year Posted 2013
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Susan Simpkins Poem
Gone today
Beautiful children and teachers are gone today,
While we light a candle and remember them as we pray.
So sweet little faces are so sadly missed,
Wish we could give them one last kiss.
Teachers that had a heart of gold,
Now there in a place,you never grow old.
A paradise city is where they all are now,
With angels wings a halo above their crown.
Missing them so much,as tears flow down everyone's cheeks,
No words to say,that hardly can speak.
Heart broken and devastated all around the world,
Why would someone hurt a little boy or girl?
Give your heart to all the parents,to all the children they have lost,
They are now with Jesus,the one that was crucified on the cross.
Copyright © Susan Simpkins | Year Posted 2012
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Susan Simpkins Poem
Seeds
A few little seeds in this old fashion mason jar,
A miracle that has traveled so long and far.
With these tiny seeds I will plant into this soft rich ground,
The most beautiful tree from the seeds I just found.
Five years past as I come upon,where I planted the seeds,
With pink flowers so amazing,that this world needs.
A pink tree that came from the wonderful seeds that I planted with my own two hands,
A dogwood tree,a miracle,that was God's glorious plan.
A wonderful symbol of Jesus,that was crucified on the cross,
For all our sins,that was the cost.
These simple little seeds,that grows to be a gift from heaven,that you can see,
Just how seeds tell that Jesus is the king ,from this amazing tree.
Copyright © Susan Simpkins | Year Posted 2013
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Susan Simpkins Poem
Angels are guardians that watch over us each following day,
They are always beside us,making sure we are ok.
Angels always follow us with an watchful eye,
Even if we are home,being sad,about to cry.
Angels are our protectors,when something goes wrong,
Even if we are happy,singing our favorite song.
Angels are always standing there,when we need a helping hand,
Watching over the sick,from land to land.
Angels come from the heavens above,
To reach out to us with their amazing love.
Angels with halo's that glow so bright,
Making sure each one of us is alright.
Angels are our friends that we cannot see,
Watchful guardians they are,the golden key.
Copyright © Susan Simpkins | Year Posted 2015
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Susan Simpkins Poem
A Blanket Of Stardust
A blanket of stardust sprinkles all over the frosted covered snow,
That seems to sparkle and give an enormous brightful glow.
The stardust sprinkles all over my smiling face,
As I look up to heaven that wonderful amazing place.
As I twirl and dance watching the stardust come alive,
I see the pixie's come down,as they arrive.
With little tiny wings that beat so fast,
They come from the future and the long forgotten past.
A blanket of stardust that's what they are made of,
Sent from heaven,to spread the stardust with amazing love.
A blanket from heaven from god's healing hands,
To watch the sprinkles fall,as god commands.
Copyright © Susan Simpkins | Year Posted 2013
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Susan Simpkins Poem
This story is true I'm about to tell,
Is about a mystery about a girl drowning in dark forgotten well.
In the late summer,when the leaves began to fall,
A family that moves to kentucky,their last name hall.
A mother,father and daughter,a family of three,
A loving family that the community could see.
In the summer of 1908,their daughter went out walking one late cool night,
On their farm in the field,in the pale moon light.
Walking and whistling and enjoying the brisk air,
In the field was a buried well,she didn't know was there.
Fell through the dirt and to the bottom,that was dark,
All she could see at top was a light of a spark.
She tried to get out,but no luck at all,
She finally gave up,and left scratches on the wall.
No one found her,as the years past on,
Her father and mother new she was gone.
Her body to this day was never was found,
Some say they can hear in a field,a screaming sound.
Amanda hall was her lovely name,
A terrible accident,that became.
Her ghost is seen only when the moon is full,
Dressed in white that is made from wool.
The night she died,she gave it one more try,to climb the well wall,
Dehydrated and barely could see,took her last breath,the girl they called Amanda Hall.
Copyright © Susan Simpkins | Year Posted 2013
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