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Christy Hardy Poem
Oh sexy man,
in line ahead of me,
you look like a dream,
are you golden band free?
Oh sexy man,
you're looking at me,
my hair is a mess,
my jeans have holes in the knees.
Oh sexy man,
here you come,
asking for my number,
my hands just went numb.
Oh sexy man,
a movie will be fine,
then we will gaze at the stars,
and sip red, red wine.
Oh sexy man,
we are a perfect match,
together as one,
my fantastic catch.
Oh sexy man,
so kind, and strong,
I'll love you forever,
you complete my song.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2009
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Christy Hardy Poem
The clouds are now fading,
as the rainbow of life breaks through,
once my tears fell heavy,
but now only a trace of misty blue.
Sometimes we have no reason,
answers can't be found,
but we still stand on our Faith,
praying for stable ground.
Many pathways are given,
that's where common sense can't be blind,
for what we choose today,
can push us forward, or leave us behind.
Years are a blessing,
if we learn from where we've been,
but if we never humble our self,
the clouds will come again.
Everyone has a story,
our journey of tears, and smiles,
we are the keepers of the memories,
and all those lifetime miles.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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Christy Hardy Poem
Very afforadable, this policy of protection,
you can read all about it, just look under
resurrection.
No monthly premiums taken from your bank
account; His Book of Life will show your net
amount.
Sometimes His agents will come to call,
A reminder of sort, He sees it all.
Never a late fee to reinstate,
just His forgiveness, is all it takes.
Whole Life is the premium plan, He offers you,
paid daily, by the things you do.
One policy, one name, no one else can claim,
the owner and beneficary, are one of the same.
Upon death your policy is paid,
eternal life for the choice you made.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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Christy Hardy Poem
Back in time,
in the wild, wild west,
a person had to stand,
to a face to face test.
If someone robbed you,
or stole your horse,
then to the street,
settled out of court.
Whomever drew first,
whether standing or not,
the people would scream,
he deserved what he got.
The sheriff held order,
in his little town,
and if one didn't obey,
he would lock them down.
Breaking in a home,
one better think twice,
or be willing to take,
whatever he got.
Then things progressed,
more laws were made,
and a peacemaker's life,
began to fade.
Politicians took over,
they had a plan,
and over the years,
we still don't understand.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2009
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Christy Hardy Poem
Majestic illusions, dwell in my mind,
my special place that is only mine.
Filled with miracles, given through love,
my little heaven , when life gets tough.
A voyage I take, no one else is here,
I feel no sadness, I feel no fear.
The quietness, and serenity of an ocean voice,
waves coming softly, the air so moist.
Peace all around, no hassle of life,
my safe Haven of refugee, whenever I cry.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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On my journey,
through this thing,
that we call our life,
I have taken so much for granted,
choosing wrong over right.
I have hurt so many people,
with the choices that I made,
not realizing,
the sacrifice,
they gave.
Then a voice whispered,
in my ear so tenderly,
you are my child,
take my hand,
I offer eternity.
With open eyes,
that once were blind,
and a heart,
so full of love,
I was saved, in the nick of time.
Sin is all around us,
and our Free Will,
shall be untouched,
but God offers forgiveness,
because He loves us that much.
Now my journey,
is headed somewhere,
I'm not spinning in my tracks,
God fixed my broken engine,
I will never go back.
Forward, and upward,
His word is leading me,
as I share,
what He gave,
words for all to see.
Thank You Dear Jesus,
I speak these words so true,
for the cross that You died on,
freed my soul,
so one day, I'd be with You.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2009
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Christy Hardy Poem
The man I dream of,
is tender but strong,
and I will be the music,
to the words of his song.
His eyes will give comfort,
as I talk of my day,
and I will listen completely,
to all he will say.
A hand to hold,
a heart of gold,
together,
as we grow old.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2009
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If you love me,
then you should know,
my favorite color,and
tv show.
If you love me,
and have shared my life,
what makes me special,
in being your wife.
What is my shoe size,
are my jeans tapered or loose,
do I wear the low riders,
or those high on the caboose.
Is my perfume,
flowers or spice,
how many times have you told me,
baby you smell nice.
These simple things,
that make me who I am,
are not very difficult,
but will prove to me,
you are my man.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2010
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She looked in dismay at her mail today,
her bills are mounting, how will she pay?
Soon a mother to be, and unable to work,
thoughts of regret, for trusting that jerk.
Caught up in a moment, she let herself go,
her Prince Charming is here no more.
Only eighteen, and all alone in a small little place,
her mother told her, you are a disgrace.
Phone turned off, and soon the power,
frightened to death, I despise that coward.
All he wanted was a one night stand,
all she wanted was a loving man.
Now a baby to nurture, and care,
all she can do, is worry, and stare.
Maybe a couple that has a nice home,
will take my baby, and give her a good home.
A very nice lady at the office down the street,
notified the girl, I found just who you need.
A couple had tried for 10 long years,
but all they got was bills, and tears.
They want to meet you, if you are sincere,
they want you both, these people are so dear.
Rich in material things, they have so much,
but the warmness of a family, is out of their touch.
So pack your things, and I'll take you home,
this is the miracle, you prayed for, so long.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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Christy Hardy Poem
When ignorance speaks,
a fools ears stretch,
to hear the nonsense,
and noise one makes.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2009
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