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The
prettiest flag I ever saw No,
it's not even the flag they fought to save All
these flags are glorious --
Submitted by Robin Neil from Midland, Texas In
the pursuit of happiness of life and liberty To
plead the merit of our cause as sufferance was
told To
America was given, an eagle's spirit strong Copyright
© 2002 MaLadysPoetry.com The
temperature is rising We're
sitting by the fan Drive
down to the beach Finally
we get there Run
down to the water Now
it's getting humid The
clouds are getting darker Run
back to the car The
storm is much closer Wind
down the windows Finally
we're home There
hasn't been a storm Back
inside we go --
Submitted by Virginia Gronow from Wattle Glen On
Ohio's first day of winter On
Ohio's first day of spring, Seasons
exchanging places Frigid
landscape welcoming Easter For
what does it matter the weather --
Submitted by Floriana Hall from Akron, Ohio The
old truck shuddered in the wintry wind Cardboard
covered where glass should be, "We'll
be there soon, I promise, Maria," But
the old truck skidded off the road, "I
cannot wait, he will be born Voices
were heard and light pierced the snow, "There's
a baby here!" one man shouted, José
and Maria and their newborn son, --
Submitted by Norm Rourke from Beggs, OK --
Submitted by Samantha Wagner from Richmond,
Virginia Whispers
of love, --
Submitted by Floriana Hall from Akron, Ohio There's
pumpkin pie, turkey and gravy It's
a time of constant chatter and feasting Thanksgiving's
unlike Halloween or Christmas There's
no unwrapping of paper, squeals of joy During
Thanksgiving, we're not giving gifts So
here's to our rights, our freedom and love So
happy Thanksgiving to one and all --
Submitted by Emily Patka from Albany, NY On
the first day of Christmas, thoughts of childhood
delight On
the second day of Christmas, I could see a speedy
sled The
third Day of Christmas, beneath the Christmas
tree On
the fourth Day of Christmas there was a diamond
ring On
the fifth day of Christmas a child came to
earth On
the sixth day of Christmas, with wonder in his
eyes On
the seventh day of Christmas, a new and shiny
sled On
the eighth day of Christmas he gave a diamond
band On
the ninth day of Christmas I paused in
retrospect On
the tenth day of Christmas my grandson said to
me On
the eleventh day of Christmas, my aged eyes could
see On
the twelfth day of Christmas, a gift was given to
me --
Submitted by Elizabeth Santos from Pottstown,
PA The
night before Christmas, I rushed through the
house I'll
have to admit that it's been a rough year For
I'm on a mission, that nobody knows The
children are nestled, the presents are wrapped There
wasn't much time, only minutes to go I
saw the whole problem but I never knew I
tried it again but this time with a swing I
thought back on all the bad things I had done I
could hear the sleigh flying high over the
house Then
with teeth and with claws I did my magic trick I
looked up the chimney and tried hard to speak Of
the danger he faced that he didn't perceive But
heavy vibrations were shaking the ground He
left lots of presents, and a nice piece of
cheese Explaining
a little mouse rescued the night To
those who may not such a story believe --
Submitted by Elizabeth Santos from Pottstown,
PA The
trade of a carpenter, artisan's hand He
was old and quite frail, but he carved out of
wood Each
figure was grand, with a hand painted face The
crèche stood for days and town was in
awe Then
a townsperson claimed that it had to come down A
few went to help him, but up on the hill But
he ordered the others to go on back home He
knelt down beside the wood manger and prayed Through
tears he stepped off of the public school
ground The
skies had cleared up and star showered beams The
people remarked to the old man that night But
the figure was gone and no one could conceive Look
up on the hillside! Another had gone The
star shines in glory upon a pure face --
Submitted by Elizabeth Santos from Pottstown,
PA Oh,
the weather outside is crappy, When
I woke up at 6 a.m., fast to the window I ran, When
finally I got started, and to the roads I
darted, --
Submitted by Andrea Dietrich from Pleasant Grove,
Utah I'm
dreaming of a new body My
nightmare is a pot belly Yes,
I'm dreaming of a trim waistline. --
Submitted by Andrea Dietrich from Pleasant Grove,
Utah A
Christmas gift's a cherished prize The
love entwinded in paper wrap A
little child's grace unfurled It
fills the heart and stirs the soul The
Glory of His love departs --
Submitted by Elizabeth Santos from Pottstown,
PA Round
the mountain down I-15 to visit Uncle Ben- We
take the exit and then go on, right past the tower
guards. --
Submitted by Andrea Dietrich from Pleasant Grove,
Utah Auld
Lang Syne and good champagne --
Submitted by Mark Haefele from Denver, CO Another
year has come and passed, He
alone can banish fear Of
healing in this time of grief, And
all terrorists in every land And
the glory of our Saviour's birth --
Submitted by Floriana Hall from Akron, Ohio Christmas
day with all its' joys I
smile at grandchildren on my knee Stuffed
and gifted and at last replete I
shed one tear so silently --
Submitted by Margie Sue Hess from St. Louis,
Missouri Oh
dear Jesus, You
are the peace of a sleeping babe. We
call you "Emmanuel" God with us. --
Submitted by Sherri Stansell Bailey from Shadyside,
MD Bright
lights and colors, glittering string, Longing
to open, exploring with eyes, Now
as a teen my views had matured, Gratitude
wasn't yet one of my traits, Father
grew sick, his suffering was long, "My
time is soon over, I've taught you what's
right, With
those final words his life passed away, Little
ones now that are under my care, Grandpa
was here though he couldn't be seen, I'm
teaching my children to do what is right, --
Submitted by Ralph Fallentine from West Valley
City, Utah
Is not on the courthouse lawn.
Nor is it the flag flying o're my house
When the 4th is about to dawn.
On battlefields long ago,
Or the one that flies o're Washington
In the rain and sleet and snow.
And were banners for the brave.
No, the prettiest flag I ever saw
Was on my father's grave.
e-mail: robin4six@cox.net
July 4, 1776
Our fathers fought injustice for thirteen
colonies
With purest acts of sacrifice and bravery
renown
These fifty-seven patriots opposed the British
crown
Hence called: our 'Declaration' that's now two
centuries old
While freedom's bell still tolls today to notes of
independence
Yet tribute's due for blood that spilled of those
men in attendance
God did mend her wings and gave her flight... as
freedom is her song
No longer sighs of bondage heard, she triumphed
o'er her foes
In courage vowed and victory sweet, amid the
tempest's woes!
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It is starting to get warm
All the plants are wilting
There's possibly a storm
Trying to get cool
Wishing we could swim
But there's a hole in the pool
The traffic is quite slow
Seems to take forever
I wish we didn't go
Sitting on the sand
Too hot to eat the ice-cream
As it melts in my hand
Just to cool your feet
Shark plane flies over-head
Everyone must retreat
My body starts to sweat
There's a smell in the air
That storm is coming, I bet
There's lightning in the sky
A distant rumble of thunder
Time to say good-bye
With all that stuff to load
Count all the kids
Time to hit the road
There is a lot of rain
This is taking forever
We're stuck I traffic again
It's starting to feel cool
We don't have to worry
About swimming in the pool
We start to look around
It's still really hot
And it's dry on the ground
There isn't any rain
The storm has gone around us
It's missed us again
By the fan we sit
I do not like this weather
Not one little bit
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I thought I'd see some snow,
Instead the sun was shining
And on a walk I'd go.
I thought I'd see a daffodil,
Instead I saw some snow
And sleds zooming down the hill.
Has happened in the past,
Sad looks on children's faces
This spring break when winter lasts.
Early equinox this year,
Forget the holiday's frivolity,
Behold His word and hear.
When souls are born again?
And Jesus rises from the dead
To redeem the sins of men.
e-mail: Floriana102@aol.com
As it struggled through the snow,
A young couple huddled inside
Knowing where they must go.
And the door was wired shut,
The young driver struggled hard
To stay in the icy ruts.
He said to the woman beside.
"I know José, it must be so,"
As she prayed for the life inside.
And crashed in the snow piled high,
A piercing pain crossed Maria's face,
And she began to cry.
On this bitter winter night!"
And José held her close to keep her
warm,
While praying with all his might.
As men dug out the old wreck,
The door was pulled off and they reached
inside,
Bringing hope of a life turned back.
As the others ran to his side,
"Let's get 'em warm and see this child
Born on this Christmas tide."
Were brought to a home with a fire,
As the men stood close by they all felt,
This Child was their hearts' desire.
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Sniffed the air and looked around,
Saw his shadow and went back down,
Six more weeks of Winter!
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(for Valentine's Day)
Soft, rustling sounds like pirouetting leaves
Falling on listening, responsive ears,
Arouse feelings of love and desire.
Tender words of endearment,
Eternal private secrets
Dripping like chocolate syrup,
As sweet as sugar candy,
Unlock treasures of the heart
With a verbal key.
Romantic sonnets, quiet words
Once spoken, never to be forgotten --
Total surrender.
e-mail: Floriana102@aol.com
When we all come together and share our
cheer.
And cranberry jam for a treat, maybe.
Togetherness, and feelings of love never
ceasing.
It has a rare sense of sincerity with no rushing or
business.
As the little ones gaze at their brand new
toy.
We're giving thanks to our freedom and those
Pilgrims on ships.
Here's to the life and the stars far
above.
And remember to always stand strong, never
fall!
e-mail: apatka@capital.net
Were spread across the rooms and into spaces of the
night
For on the Christmas tree I saw through small and
wondering eyes
The magic of a sleigh that would be flying through
the skies
With wooden top all shiny new, and runners painted
red
That day was independence for a six to old to
own
A sled to ride the waves of time and distances
alone
A looking glass that would reflect the inner parts
of me
For in the mirror I could see a girl now fully
grown
Out of childhood sweet fantasies to new ones of her
own
Reflecting Christmas candles and the joy that they
would bring
The glory of the birth of Christ now touched me in
a way
That the beauty of His love shone down upon my
wedding day
In the silence of life's meaning, in the miracle of
birth
I could feel the love of Christmas shining deep
within my core
And I promised I would teach him of a Love more
grand and pure
A stocking full of goodies, each a little sweet
surprise
And I saw him look for Santa Clause in heavy
falling snows
That night against the window pane, he pressed his
little nose
And underneath the wooden slats, his name engraved
in red
I watched him as he pushed himself from off the
hilly glaze
Into the independence of his up and coming
days
That glittered in the memories when placed upon her
hand
Reflecting on the walls the prism rainbows of my
life
The babe, the child, the teen, the bride, the
mother and the wife
The years of pain, the years of joy, the things I
would expect
And in that moment I had seen that measure of my
days
Cannot be spread in distance over land or sky or
waves
What is in the magic of a lovely Christmas
tree?
I said the tree is filled with light, just as the
Light of Love
That shown down on a little Child from places up
above
The glory of the Child who was born and died for
me
My eyes were growing weary, though the glitter of
the light
Still lit the magic wonder in the joys of Christmas
night
For I had gone to heaven, there to dwell
eternally
Then looking down upon the earth a child tucked in
bed
Beneath the tree, red runners on a shiny wooden
sled
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Not a creature was stirring, except me, a mouse
I will not gnaw the stockings, I'll do as I
should
Because Santa is coming, I want to be
good
But Santa Clause just counts the last part, I
hear
I won't leave an ornament ragged and torn
Or the little one's blankie so soft and so
warm
And I've got to get going before Santa Clause
shows
He will be here real soon and I've got to help
out
Because Christmas is coming without any
doubt
I snuck right by a mouse trap and almost got
zapped
Heading straight for the fireplace, for only I
knew
That someone's forgotten to open the
flue
I heard jingling of sleigh bells outside in the
snow
I could just vision Santa come down through the
spout
And get stuck in a chimney and never get
out
How a little mouse ever could open a flue
I jumped up on the chain and I gave a big tug
And then somersaulted back onto the rug
But nothing would budge and the flue wouldn't
fling
I had to save Santa and rescue the boys
Who'd be left Christmas morning without any
toys
Making Grandmother scream, I was just having
fun
I made nests of her sewing box, sawdust from
wood
But now it is Christmas and now I am
good
It was this time or never to prove I'm a mouse
So I filled every stocking with plenty of
weight
And carried each one over fireplace
grate
Tied each stocking to chain in a way they would
stick
But the flue was still closed and now Santa was
here
With the sliding of runners and the prancing of
deer
But all that came out was a crackly squeak
Old Santa was laughing up there on the roof
With no time to warn him, no signal, no
proof
That a flue was about to wreck his Christmas
Eve
So he started on down and chimney shook
And a little gray mouse now was covered with
soot
The flue popped on open, the stockings fell
down
I hid in a corner as I usually do
But he knew it was I who had opened the
flue
For he knew that a little mouse saved Christmas
Eve
Then laying a finger aside of his nose
He wrote out a letter in very fine prose
And since then I've been treated so perfectly
right
The next time you hear little mice running
loose
Just put out some cheese and we'll call it a
truce
Let me tell you a secret about Christmas Eve
The cookies and milk that you leave in the
house
Are not eaten by Santa, but left for a
mouse
e-mail: escheffey@aol.com
Fashioned a manger he wanted to stand
In a place in the village where it could be
seen
On a hill overlooking the town, San
Joaquin
The beautiful manger scene that would be stood
In a schoolyard on a hillside overlooking the
town
And some folks went along to help place it
around
Pure portraits of their adoration and grace
The figure of Jesus, in bed of sweet hay
Lay sleeping in peace til they took Him
away
Of the beautiful manger in view of them all
Up on the hillside by day it was clear
And at night with his lights, he would make it
appear
No signs of religion on public school ground
A Nativity scene's not appropriate today
You will have to dismantle and take it
away
The winds brought in signs of the first winter
chill
Blustery, icy, and wind driven hail
Too hard for an old man, so aged and
pale
And he lifted the Christ Child with strength of his
own
He wrapped it in blankets and carefully laid
The figure of Christ he was taking away
The Kings and the shepherd boys would have to
stay
For the storm had grown wicked, and of the
display
The best he could do was take Jesus away
And descended to the square in the middle of
town
Where the town folk assembled to gaze at a star
And the beautiful Crèche on the hillside
afar
On a now empty manger's Nativity scene
A miracle happening there in the skies
And the old man look upward with faith in his
eyes
That the laws made in heaven were their only
light
They told him to take the sweet baby and place
Him back into the manger, in his holy
space
Of what happened to Jesus on that Christmas Eve
He was there in my wagon, in just such a way
Now somebody's taken my Jesus away
The one who complained was now placing him on
The manger of wood that was destined to stay
Christmas Eve when they'd taken sweet Jesus
away
A hand wittled figure with hand painted grace
Blessed is artisan, blessed his skill
And the one who placed Jesus back up on the
hill
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and they say I should be happy
But to all this snow I say, "Go away, go away, go
away."
Some weirdos think snow is "gnarly," but roads are
slick and snarly,
And MORE snow's on the way -- Go away, go away, go
away.
But the earth was a blinding white.
My car wouldn't start. What a fright!
I was sliding as I prayed, "Go away, go away, go
away."
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With every chocolate I unwrap.
But I can't stop eating.
I can't stop cheating.
There's just too many Christmas snacks.
With every Christmas treat I take.
But I can't stop feasting,
My size increasing.
When I stand on the scales, they'll
break.
So take that Chex mix from my face.
May my buns be smaller and flat
And may half my body lose its fat.
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To heart and soul, to mind and eyes
For wrapped within a glistening bow
is grace from God that's been bestowed
so gently placed upon your lap
is written in the eyes of one
whose joy was wrought from God's own Son
at Christmas time, enchants the world
And from a manger reaches far
beyond the space of earth and star
to recognize the wondrous whole
of earth and heaven, God and man
unveiled by infant's tiny hand
at Christmas time from loving hearts
Its' wonder lit by candle's glow
and wrapped beneath a sparkling bow
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(Think "Over the River and Through the
Wood")
'Tis time of year to bring good cheer, so we're
headed for the pen.
Round the mountain down I-15; the prison I do
spy.
It's lit up bright like Christmas lights. (My mouth
is getting dry.)
I'll have no fear. Protection's here. We show our
I.D. cards.
Through security. Get checked in. How anxious we
shall be
When after a frisk to enter high-risk, our dear Ben
we shall see!
e-mail: Pandie55@hotmail.com
Would never sound nor taste as sweet
As that first night when I met you.
When I saw you I was complete.
We spent that New Year's Eve like others,
A night of laughter, hope and cheer.
You never seemed to mind my staring
But laughed a hearty laugh so clear
And garrish that it made me chuckle
And giggle like a little child.
You never seemed so perfect as
That night when we both laughed and smiled.
I remember what you said that night
When you with laughter said good-bye,
And then you left not long thereafter.
And now no matter how I try,
When I hear the same old song
Without your laughter keeping beat,
I sing the slow and doleful verse
And sip champagne that's bittersweet.
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A year so tragic compared to last,
Some of us may feel forlorn,
But still Christ was born on Christmas
morn.
Which has taken hold 2001 year.
He brings joy into our hearts
And hope and love, a peaceful start
Of helping and praying for relief
From danger, evil and mortal sin --
We MUST capture Osama Bin Ladin
So children can live without worry and stand
Tall and proud of their heritage.
The USA has come of age
Will be greeted with solemnity, love and mirth.
Peace will reign in our world once more
Freedom will win and angels will soar.
e-mail: Floriana102@aol.com
Mounds of food and too many toys
Makes me smile from early morn
This joyful day when Christ was born
Laugh out loud as I share their glee
Chuckle at my son-in-law's silly jokes
While guzzling endless diet Cokes
I stumble home with dragging feet
Between the time I mount those stairs
And the time I finish my nightly prayers
For the long gone child I used to be!
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You are my happiness, my joy complete.
You are a song I hear in my sleep.
A word in season to my soul.
An ever present help as I go.
You are the way I choose for life.
You are true and all that is right.
You make a way when once there was none.
You are everlasting, God's only Son.
A hope to a world you long to save.
You are righteousness to those who seek you.
You are faith to see the weary through.
A light in the darkness, you came to me.
Everlasting life for all who believe.
Oh breath of life who left glory to put on
flesh
So that one day my spirit would find
rest.
The voice of a shepherd we know and trust.
Lamb of God who taketh away the sin of the
world.
Spirit of peace to every man, woman, boy and
girl.
Gift of God, sent from above.
Who did lay down his life in love.
Jesus, we love you and forever your name we will
bless.
Wrap our hearts in love this Holy
Christmas.
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Boxes of ornaments, songs that we sing;
Parcels all wrapped with scotch tape and care,
Hefting the contents with mom unaware;
Would they be toys or clothes I'll despise;
These were my thoughts when I was but four,
Not enough presents, I still wanted
more;
There's cd's and videos so I wouldn't get
bored;
I still lift the presents to guess what's
inside,
I've got a good feel, I won't be denied;
I want what I want, so please don't be late;
Then all of a sudden my life took a turn,
Life as I knew it was not quite so firm;
He lay there in bed, he wasn't so strong;
Then Dad whispered softly, "Come here little
one,
I've places to go where you cannot come;
Life will be tough, so dig in and fight;
I love you, I'll miss you, take care of your
mom,
Follow the Savior, you'll never go
wrong"
I knelt there and cried while silent he lay;
Bright lights and colors, glittering string,
Memories of Father cause me to sing;
Lifting the presents while I'm unaware;
Longing to open, exploring with eyes,
As I tell them stories with tears in my
eyes;
Those days are still cherished when I was a
teen;
My life took a turn for better back then,
I followed my Dad, a man among men;
I'll teach them of Christ, to walk in his
light;
Christmas is special, it brings many joys,
Following Jesus is better than toys.
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