I’ve never read Mary Had a Little Lamb poem written this way before…!
The love of God is like the ocean, you can see its beginnings, But not its end…
Archive for the ‘Poem’ Category
Mary had a Little Lamb
Monday, September 5th, 2011Obama Song
Tuesday, July 26th, 2011I hope Ritchie Valentz is OK with this one! I love his song Donna and if Donna is still around, I hope she’ll get a kick out of this!? Enjoy! (I did! emailvar)
by Christina Houston…
Poem
Friday, June 10th, 2011
My face in the mirror
Isn’t wrinkled or drawn.
My house isn’t dirty.
The cobwebs are gone.
My garden looks lovely
And so does my lawn.
I think I might never…
One from Dr. Seuss
Monday, March 7th, 2011You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself in any direction you choose.
You’re on your own.
And you know what you know.
You are the guy who’ll decide where to go.
Dr. Seuss
Happy Valentines to Special Friends
Monday, February 14th, 2011
Roses Are Red, Pepsi Cans Are Blue,
You’re Crazy As Hell, That’s Why I Like You!!!
You’re My Buddy, My Kick Ass Friend,
If I Don’t Get This Back I Won’t Bother Again!!!
Give This To All Your Kick Ass Friends!
I Was Told 15 Years Old Kid Wrote This
Saturday, January 15th, 2011I hope this kid got an A+ on his paper.
New Pledge of Al Legiance (TOTALLY AWESOME)!
Since the Pledge of Al Legiance and the Lord’s Prayer are not allowed in most Public schools anymore, because the word ‘God’ is mentioned….. a kid in Arizona wrote the attached….
Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him very odd.
If scripture now the class recites,
It violates the Bill of Rights.
And anytime my head I bow
Becomes a Federal matter now.
Our hair can be purple, orange or green,
That’s no offense; it’s a freedom scene..
The law is specific, the law is precise.
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.
For praying in a public hall
Might offend someone with no faith at all..
In silence alone we must meditate,
God’s name is prohibited by the state.
We’re allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks…
They’ve outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.
We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
And the ‘unwed daddy,’ our Senior King.
It’s ‘inappropriate’ to teach right from wrong,
We’re taught that such ‘judgments’ do not belong..
We can get our condoms and birth controls,
Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles..
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
No word of God must reach this crowd.
It’s scary here I must confess,
When chaos reigns the school’s a mess.
So, Lord, this silent plea I make:
Should I be shot; My soul please take!
Amen
If you aren’t ashamed to do this, Please pass this on..
Jesus said,
‘If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before my Father.’
Not ashamed. Pass this on.
Winter Poem
Thursday, December 23rd, 2010I get this poem every winter & every winter I love re-reading it.
It’s a beautiful poem and very well written.
Thought it might be a comfort to you as it was to me.
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Shit …………
It’s Cold!!
The End
Witches in Your Mailbox
Saturday, October 16th, 2010
There are witches in my mailbox.
What am I to do?
I found them there this morning,
doing things they shouldn’t do!!
How the witches got there,
I haven’t got a clue.
But they won’t be there much longer
because I’m sending them to
YOU!!!!!!
You’ve been Witch Kissed!
Before the warts begin to spread,
pass the kisses on instead!
Trees – The Poem
Friday, August 13th, 2010by Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by people like me,
But only God can make a tree.
This is Very True..
Thursday, June 10th, 2010corner I have a friend,
In this great
city that has no end,
Yet the days go
by and weeks rush on,
And before I
know it, a year is gone.
And I never see
my old friends face,
For life is a
swift and terrible race,
He knows
I like him just as well,
As in the days
when I rang his bell.
And he rang
mine but we were younger then,
And now we are
busy, tired men.
Tired of
playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying
to make a name.
‘Tomorrow’ I
say! ‘I will call on Jim
Just to show
that I’m thinking of him.’
But tomorrow
comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance
between us grows and grows.
Around the
corner, yet miles away,
‘Here’s a
telegram sir,’ ‘Jim died today.’
And that’s what
we get and deserve in the end.
Around the
corner, a vanished friend.
X O X O X O X O
Remember to
always say what you mean.
If you love someone, tell them.
Because when you decide that it is the right time it might be too late..
Seize the day.
Never have regrets.
And most importantly,
stay close to your friends
and family, for they have helped
make you the person that you are today.
