Tag Archives: poetry

Dinner Plans

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A Cornish hen doesn’t care about salt
Or roasting pans overheating.

A Dairy Cow has made new plans
That don’t involve her udders.

The chicken’s gone, it hitched a ride
Aboard a boat of cheese.

And next in line I’ve heard it said
The condiments are leaving.

Knives and forks and plates are staying
But oh so unencumbered.

The pizza left and donuts too
The shakes are starting off.

Vegetables are getting out
The fruits are right behind.

Your dinner plans may be on hold
The ingredients are striking!

Endlessly twisted

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Deliciously creepy

ingenuously so.

Wicked surrounds us

from above and below.

 

The story is told

about this and of that.

Meandering journeys

of experiences pat.

 

But wait just a moment

something’s not tight.

A change unexpected

a twist to the right.

 

An unknown is coming

perhaps from behind.

An end yet unseen

a trick of the mind.

 

This story is done

a reader’s delight.

My interest was held

the ending just right.

 

Consequences

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Teen-age Johnny picked a fight.

Little did he know,

The boy that he knocked down?

Would one day run the show!

 

Tiny Sally bit the hand,

That offered her a treat.

Many years then went by,

Revenge is oh so sweet!

 

The actions of today,

Will one day come around.

And be the cause we did not see,

And wished we’d never found!

 

‘Reflect before you do.’

Our motto I should think

Because before you know it

The future is in sync!

Our Baggage

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What do you carry

In the baggage you hold?

How tight do your keep

Your grip?

 

Do you shuffle and fold

And occasionally toss

The items you carry

Each day?

 

Are they heavy and cold

Or cheerful and light?

Do you keep

Under lock and key?

 

Do you share what you have

With those you hold dear?

Or hide them away

Forever?

 

Perhaps it is time

To reveal what you have

To lighten the burden

You hold.

 

Each of us owns

Some baggage we hide

So don’t be afraid

To unpack.

Who’s In Charge?

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Politicians spout views

From the top of the stage

Their thoughts for the future

They want to engage.

 

Teachers have knowledge

They need to impart

The children are learning

Their places to start.

 

Parents should guide us

From the day we are born

That job never finishes

But often we’re torn.

 

But if we live with Faith

Then the answer is clear

God guides my path

It Is He I hold dear.

 

Who is in charge?

Was the question I asked

And the answer was given

And so I’ll hold fast.

 

The Lord is my shepherd

And the world is so large

But He’ll keep me safe

Because He is in charge.

There Once Was a Girl Named Amiss . . .

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There once was a girl named Amiss,

Who’s goal in her life was to kiss.

With men she would meet,

Their faces she’d greet,

And nary a one did dismiss!

 

The boys from around got to know,

From Amiss they’d get quite a show.

They’d come from afar,

To see the new star,

Only to find she’s a miss!

 

Now time as you know won’t be harried.

But the message of course will be carried.

From the men she did meet,

There was one she did keep,

And now the miss is a married!

What did I forget?

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I know what I remember

It says so on this card

That really is quite easy

The other stuff is hard!

 

There is a moon round Jupiter

Or maybe that’s the sun

You see I can’t remember

I wonder what I’ve done!

 

Years ago I knew the truth

The reasons they put forth

Now the problem surely is

My thinking has gone north!

 

Silly me that phrase is wrong

It really should be south

I hear the stuff that’s spoken

All by word of mouth!

 

Now I wonder what I meant

What I had to say

It all is going sideways

It seems to every day!

 

The things that I remember

Are written on a card

It makes my life so easy

When others find it hard!

 

They Still Answer The Call

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Engine 19 one fateful night

Raced to the site of a fire

The men moved as one

They knew what to do

They knew that lives

Were at stake

 

Fire has life, it hungers to grow

But heroes stand in its way

They fight with the knowledge

That they must not lose

A child could still

Be in danger

 

Company 12 lost one of their own

But he still answers the call

The engines are dark

All polished and still

And yet he wanders

The yard

 

The heart of these fighters

Is second to none

Their fear is simply a tool

They race into danger

And battle their foe

Our safety their only prize

 

Remember the fighters

Men, women and steeds

Over the years that were lost

Some still remain

And wander the earth

They still answer the call.

He Nudged Me

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I was lost

And so unsure

I felt I was adrift.

 

What is right

And who is wrong

Choices must be made.

 

And then He nudged me.

 

I took a path

I did not know

And wondered at the time.

 

I heard words

And voices raised

In honour of a man.

 

I saw a light

Soft and clear

That beckoned in my mind.

 

It was His light

That I followed

And now the choice is clear.

 

All because He nudged me.

 

Children of the Storm

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The mighty winds are lashing

Torrential rains awash

The storm is in its torrid throes

The darkness still unfettered

 

Beneath the stately boughs

Of a kingly oak

A gentle mother waits her turn

Small life within her breast

 

While all around her quakes

The world has gone askew

The gentle mother bides her time

Until new life be born

 

And now the time is near

The storm still rages on

With perhaps a tiny sigh

The baby chicks are born

 

There is no greater offering

That is ours to give

The gift of life is wondrous

Though stormy be its path.