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Finally Finished! Thirty poems Almost one a day So many things I've had to say From TV shows I watch each week To the peace I often seek Some are funny Somer are not But each one is A different thought The last line wrote The poem now done But should I Make it thirty-one?
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Friends I thank God For the friends I know And each one for the special way His love does show They brighten my day With a word or a smile Some are forever Others a short while Let me learn to be A better friend Sharing of His love That is ever without end like flowers that grow So our friendship does I know In the garden of my life Among the thorns and weeds Friends are the brightest flowers Grown from tiny seeds
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Reading A library is A fovorite place to be Books books books Surrounding me Books of poetry Books that rhyme Books are a pleasant way To spend my time Reading can take me To many a place From the ocean deep To outer space My imagination soars To reaches high From swimming the sea To the moon do I fly From books of knowledge I can learn Everything from history To why the earth does turn If I couldn't read No poems could i write For the letters would mean nothing Within my sight
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Castle Nathan Fillion Is Rick Castle And to Kate Beckett He can be quite the hassle Tagging along Involved in each case Calling it research For his new character and place Beckett considers him A pain in the rear And tehre are times She wishes he couldn't be here Castle has a daughter Alexis her name And he loves her more Than fortune and fame I look forward each Monday To finish out the night Watching the show With great delight
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Where Does The Time Go? Sometimes I get so busy I can't find time to write The day goes by so quickly And soon it is the night The minutes slip Away from me Quickly gone Before I see And I wonder where The time did go For I've really no that much To show So many distractions Take me away And now I have nothing Written at all today
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Summertime Blues I think Summer Came a little too soon It gets downright hot By the time it's noon The cool night Of Spring I yearn But I think Spring Just missed it's turn Hot is the night But hotter the day I can never win Either way For many a child It means freedom from school But I just wishSummer Could be alittle more cool So I'll do my best Getting through each day Knowing that Fall Is on it's way
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One Thing I've Learned One thing I've learned As I've gone through this week I have to let God Show mw what I need to seek Things I have struggled with I want the answer made known I know it's not up to me But to God alone I can give Him excuses But that's only for me He dosen't want excuses but my ministry I must rely on God And He'll find a way But I need to start Trusting Him today
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Oops I Goofed Just a few words I have to say My poetry goal I missed a day To much going on Too busy my mind No time to compose Or the words to find I'm posting this On the day it was meant Even though I goofed up My poetry goal I've not given up yet
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Sometimes I wonder Sometimes I wonder How my life would be If things had Turned out differently Would I still Be a poet? I really don't Know it Had my talent been a different way Would as many people Be blessed by what I say? Suppose I could sing Any song Would there be a ministry For me to belong? Although a tragedy Tore my life apart forcing me to make A brand new start God knew where to place me In this church I call home A place to ministrer And a place to belong
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Kritter Kritter is the name Of my Calico cat I've had her ten years Now what do you think of that? From a kitten she grew To an old cranky cat Sometimes I wonder What to make of that She's a feline Of many a mood And sometimes to cahnge them I must offer her food With a growl and a hiss She warns "Keep away" And far from her' Is whare I plan to stay But still there are times She'll be right by my side On top of my work Is where she wants to abide She's not much to purr Unless it's to be fed And usually she does it While I'm still curled up in bed Now don't get me wrong With these words that I write Really I love her But just not tonight
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Seeking Peace Some people search For peace in vain Wondering what They'll have to gain For a life stilled Of doubts and fears Feeling like they Haven't in years Not since they Were very young And the worries of life Had just not begun But peace really Is in our reach When we turn to God The words He teach There is one way For everyone We'll have peace When we find His Son No more to worry How life will be And after this life Where we'll spend eternity.
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Children singing I love to hear Little children sing The joyful noise They gladly bring They may not be In tune or key But it matters not To you or me You'll never know If they'll go far But each one is A shining star And God looks down From Heaven about Smiling as He sends His joy and His love
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ABCs Of A Poem Another poem I write you see Before the time runs out on me Cleverly I have my say Don't you just love word play? Every poem a different one For writing them is so much fun Getting posted is the trick Hoping lj will let them stick It may be viewed or may be not Just that its there and not forgot Keeping up takes some time Loving every crazy rhyme Making sure the words I write Nonetheless will turn out right On and on this poem goes Playing with words as everyone knows Quick we pray please let it end Really I've gone round the bend Soon the end will be in sight There's just a few more lines to get it right Until then just patience be Very soon no more you'll see When next the poem I compose X-tra care to in it will shows Yes one more line will I write Ze end is now in your sight
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Inspiration? For sixteen days I've done quite well A poem a day As you can tell But it seems That tonight I can't find A single thing to write As I look around The things I see Not one of them Does inspire me Not even a Calico cat Trying to drive me crazy I guess my brain Just wants to be lazy These words thrown together At least they rhyme So I'll have something Before I run out of time I'm sure tomorrow I'll have something to say It is after all Another day
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KItten Kitten playing With ball of yaarn Stolen from my basket Darn! Purple yarn Strewn across the floor And now she wants To get some more A ball of pink Catches her eye Hooked by claws It's on the fly Kitten grabbed In arms held tight No more playing With my yarn tonight Kitten cuddles By my side Glad to be Safe and warm inside
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Poetry Poems can be written In many a way And they can express So many things to say They may be short Like a haiku or very long Like the classics we knew Sometimes they have No reason or rhyme Written in such A short bit of time Poets can paint With words that they write Sometimes bringing tears Or joy and delight I am a poet My words are simple you see And a poet is who Forever I'll be
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Numb3rs Numb3rs is a really Cool show I love to watch it' Don't you know Math is used In a clever way Sometimes used To save the day Crimes committed Now what to do? Math is used To solve the crime It's quite amazing When used each time The FBI will ge ttheir man When Chrlie's there To do what he can I may not know What he tries to explain And figuring it out Gives my head a pain
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Easter Sunrise service Starts the day Despite the cold and chill I make my way To a chosen place With others came To simply worship Focus on His Name The Lord's Supper We partake Then seperate ways We each do make At church I listen To the choir sing The joyful message They do bring I know there's no place I'd rather be On Easter And every other Sunday
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Math Addition subtraction Multiply and divide Those problems just make me Want to run and hide Fractions, decimils And geometry too So much about Math That I never knew Lines they go this way Lines they go that Sometimes they curve And sometimes lie flat Pythagriam Theroum Now try saying that fast But once you master it It can be a blast Pi is used With things that are round Pi can measure pie That I have found Numbers I see Even when I close my eyes But Math really is fun Now that's a surprise!
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Ode To A Favorite Show Tuesday nights on my TV There is a show that's really 'must see' "The Mentalist" is the title of this quirky tale And isn't he such a handsome male? Simon Baker plays the role with flair Don't you just love his curly hair? His character is Patrick Jane Now that's somebody who's definitely not plain We watch to see what he has in store And he always leaves us wanting more The rest of the cast make up the show Because without them well I don't know Every character we know by name And if one were missing it wouldn't be the same
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