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Best Poems Written by Mary Swingler

Below are the all-time best Mary Swingler poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Feeling Good

Laugh
Giggle, Guffaw 
Chucking, Tittering, Cackling 
Joy, Mirth, Cry, Chortle 
Tearing, Weeping, Sobbing 
Whiny, Blubber-faced 
Cachinnate

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Two Boxes

Jehovah gave me two boxes to keep
One box was black the other was gold
In the black box, put the tears that you weep
Put your sorrows inside for it to hold.
The gold box is for all the joys you reap
My joys increased, blessings were manifold
The little black box felt as light as air.
Surprise, surprise, my sorrows were not there.

Jehovah, where did all my sadness go?
My dearest child, they are all here with me
Storehouses will open blessings will flow
Always trust in me, was his fervent plea.
I’ll carry your burdens, give me your woes.
My care will never fail; it is the key.
The meaning of the boxes is sublime.
Jehovah’s wisdom and justice are prime.

We have an excellent helper and friend.
We have nothing to fear, he’s always near
Our heavenly Father will help us mend
If we listen, then do our best to hear
Hearing means doing what he recommends.
He guides our steps. Makes the road smooth and clear
Because of him, our lives are desirable.
These truths I sang complete this parable.

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Kenn Nesbitt

Introducing Kenn Nesbitt, my choice for funny poet
Producing giggle poetry kids appreciate
Inducing guffaws that infect others with laughter
Sluicing silly nonsense on subjects kids can relate

Exciting themes on homework and animals Kenn writes.
Inciting worldwide laughs, in all this absurdity
Highlighting the imagination of any child
Inviting you to share this world of frivolity

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A Beautiful Creation 5-7-5 Haiku

God is kind and wise
Food, shelter, shade, play, paper
Trees are versatile

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Battle of the Bulge

I am locked in armed combat,
Fighting against my body fat.
I continue to take aim,
Against my abundant frame.

Jogging up and down a hill
Exhausted from my treadmill.
These can not alleviate,
My BMI or obese weight.

My chances of becoming slim
Are looking very grim.
If I don’t shrink my derriere,
It soon won’t fit in any chair.

Am I a porky pig,
because my bones are big?
My stomach is a bottomless pit.
Is that why my clothes don’t fit?

I can’t seem to lose this weight.
 My girth is great, it won’t deflate
I am a mess and so depressed,
I need ice cream to get de-stressed.

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My Journey

I am often called a perfectionist,
I expect correctness in all I do,
High standards make me a precisionist,
This assessment is exact, fair, and true:
I will accept only the very best,
I am a stickler for accuracy,
Some will insist this is a futile quest,
Some will declare this is a fallacy:
We’re imperfect humans--- we’ll always fail,
You’re expecting way too much from us,
You set an impossible scale, they wail,
Your expectations are ridiculous:
Your protests and complaints are all for nought,
It is MY PERFECTIONISM that is sought.




"Perfection is not obtainable, but if we chase perfection, we can catch excellence."
These words of Vince Lombard inspire me and they accurately reflect the sentiments in my heart.

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My Favorite Season

Trichromatic hues
Trees ablaze with resplendence
Before winters sleep

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My Log Cabin Home

A cabin by the lake would be a dream come true.
Large picture windows would bring nature into view.
I will sit outside on a porch that wraps around,
Surrounded by a serene mountain lake, playground.

Skylights will allow me to see God’s creations.
I’ll enjoy wondrous tranquil accommodations.
Imagine deer grazing peacefully in the yard.
My pristine lake is stunning beauty that’s unmarred.

My log cabin is built with resilient white oak.
Each day I’ll commune with all the animal folk.
I’ll thank Jehovah for the blessings he gives me.
Soon this dream of mine will be a reality.

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Songs of Power Wind of Change

Scorpion composed an epic song,
about the changes soon to be.
Thoughts and feelings that were once diverse,
Separations lasting years too long
caused global suffering to prolong.
Dividing friends and family;
Strained relationships were getting worse.
Voices joined together and grew strong.
Demanding an end to what was wrong.
At Gorky Park the world would see.
Differences would soon reverse.
A change of heart embraced the throng.
Would all these values remain lifelong?
Injustice ends jubilantly.
The seeds of tyranny will disperse.
The winds of change become the song.



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Changes

God conceived his creations with wisdom and justice and by his power. 
They are manifest with his agape love. 
God endowed every creation with amazing qualities that helps us succeed in all our activities.
The delicate, young Monarch Butterfly exemplifies these truths. 
Every autumn, millions of these butterflies make an arduous 3,000-mile flight from Canada. 
They journey to their winter home,in the volcanic mountains of central Mexico. 
This seems impossible from our point of view.  
We must remember, “All things are possible with God.” 
The exceptional abilities God gives transformed these butterflies into winged-wonders.
The lesson for us is just as true.
Jehovah enables us to change and surmount all life’s difficulties.

Change is part of life
Abilities God gives us
Transformed, we succeed