Poetry corner (and comments)

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    Poetry corner (and comments)

    Patience

    Don't you wish that time would fly
    And tomorrow be yesterday
    Wouldn't you like the hours to fly by
    Your hope be gained today

    If it's true for you as it is true for me
    Then patience is your need
    So get on your knees 'fore the almighty
    Cause for it you should plead.

    When others faults just rub you wrong
    And you want them to change right now
    Wait, I say, it won't be long
    Let patience teach you how

    When something you want doesn't happen on time
    And you're angy as can be
    To lose your temper is a serious crime
    Cool it! Act patiently

    There are times when the things that others must do
    Determine the path you take
    You wish they'd hurry up and get through
    Be patient, for heaven's sake

    When answers to prayer don't seem to come.
    And you'd give up in despair
    Cheer up my friend, don't be glum
    Have patience, God is still there

    A watched pot never boils
    So the saying goes
    Lack of patience character spoils
    In place, impatience grows

    When I think that God loves me
    In spite of all my faults
    I'm glad he waits patiently
    His patience never halts

    So teach me Lord, so I may learn
    To let my life slow down
    For patience, Lord to thee I turn
    Thou God of great renown

    Help me make the best of each day
    Each moment - take for its best
    May I not wish my life away
    Make patience my life's quest

    So patiently wait on God, I say
    In Him you should take rest
    Learn to be content with his way
    And your life will be blessed

    Commit your life, each day, each hour
    to GOD, He will provide
    The patience you need through the Spirit's power
    If in Hiim you will abide.
     
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    short but trenchant

    Happy Thought

    The world is so full
    of a number of things
    I'm sure we should all
    be as happy as kings.

    Robert Louis Stevenson
     
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    That's lovely, Ken. I'm not so religious myself, but your poetic expression is beautiful. Please post more.
     
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    THE OLD YELLOW HOUSE ON THE HILL

    My old house upon the hill
    I know it's still standing there still
    Now it's covered with white siding
    THe old yellow paint nicely hiding

    Out back is the gigantic spruce tree
    From its lofty heights forever I could see
    Eight pear trees we also had
    I loved to climb them when I was a lad

    A goldfish pond from an old sink was made
    Around its edge I often played
    A long sloping yard at the house's side
    Made a nice place on a sled to slide

    Plenty of grass we had to mow
    With the old push mower, it went kind of slow
    Working in our garden of vegetables and flowers
    Often filled my summer hours

    A fireplace and a flag pole stand
    Made from rock and cement by my mother's hand
    A second-hand bike is what I rode
    And a flexible flyer after it snowed

    These are the things I recall with ease
    These are the pleasant memories
    But all was not rosy on Montague St.
    Life was not all happy and sweet

    The house was at least one hundred years old
    The second one in the area I was told
    In the unfinished cellar one could see frayed wire
    I was ever afraid we would catch on fire.

    To imply all was great was not my intent
    Home was where many lonely hours were spent
    Seldom did my friends play with me there
    We ALWAYS seemed to go elsewhere

    Missing was a devoted Dad
    That I saw all my friends had
    I suppose to others I seemed happy outside
    But in my soul I'd already died

    I guess if I have to tell the truth
    For the most part I had a happy youth
    And it still gives me a little thrill
    To remember the old yellow house on the hill

    3-2-1997
     
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    Re: Poetry corner (and comments)

    That is so touching, Ken.
     
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    Very nice, Ken

    putt
     
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    "Yellow House" is beautiful, Ken. Why don't you send it out to some magazines, and make a little money from it? Poets soooo don't get paid - most of the time. But I think yours deserves a wider audience and you deserve a bit more than gratitude (even though that is so often payment in itself for artists).
     
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    Re: Poetry corner (and comments)

    "Yellow House" is beautiful, Ken. Why don't you send it out to some magazines, and make a little money from it? Poets soooo don't get paid - most of the time. But I think yours deserves a wider audience and you deserve a bit more than gratitude (even though that is so often payment in itself for artists).
    Posted by reindeergirl


    Thank you one and all for your kind words. But YOUR thanks are enough payment for me. However, feel free to share it with others. *I also post my poetry on a site called  originalpoetry.com.
     
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    Hi Ken -

    I'm chiming in late here, but I want you to know how touched I am by your poem. Your poem is written from the heart and in turn, it tugged at my heart strings. 

    mothermitzi   
     
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    RUNNING

    I LIKE TO RUN
    ESPECIALLY IN THE SUN
    I THINK IT'S FUN
    SOME RACES I'VE WON
    THEN WHEN I AM DONE
    I HAVE TO DRINK A TON


    YOU MAY THINK IT DUMB
    HA - YOUR BRAIN IS NUMB
    I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, OH CHUM
    IT'S BEETTERN'N DRINKIN' RUM
    WHEN I DO IT I'M NOT GLUM
    THAT'S MY AXIOM

    April 2003

    (I stopped running for the most part a year or so ago, but did many many miles from the time I was thirteen)
     
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    This one was just for fun. It is long so I will do it in 3 parts

    ZOOLOGICAL ODDITIES
    PART I

    There once was a boy from Zion
    Who was very fond of lyin'
    He told funny fibs
    That ticked your ribs
    He grew up to be a lion

    There once was a boy named Nat
    In mother's lap he sat
    Curled up in her lap
    And took a nap
    He grew up to be a cat

    There once was a boy from Niger
    Who when he was beside ya
    He'd glare at you
    Take a poke or two
    He grew up to be a tiger

    There once was a boy very big
    In mud he liked to dig
    He played in the dirt
    Ate swill for dessert
    He grew up to be a pig

    There once was a boy named Stu
    A very long neck he grew
    When fear was around
    Stuck his head in the ground
    He grew up to be an emu

    There once was a boy name Horace
    Who lived near by a race course
    When "no" he would say
    Instead he would neigh
    He grew up to be a horse
     
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    This one was just for fun. It is long so I will do it in 3 parts ZOOLOGICAL ODDITIES PART I There once was a boy from Zion Who was very fond of lyin' He told funny fibs That ticked your ribs He grew up to be a lion There once was a boy named Nat In mother's lap he sat Curled up in her lap And took a nap He grew up to be a cat There once was a boy from Niger Who when he was beside ya He'd glare at you Take a poke or two He grew up to be a tiger There once was a boy very big In mud he liked to dig He played in the dirt Ate swill for dessert He grew up to be a pig There once was a boy named Stu A very long neck he grew When fear was around Stuck his head in the ground He grew up to be an emu There once was a boy name Horace Who lived near by a race course When "no" he would say Instead he would neigh He grew up to be a horse
    Posted by Ken1935



    I love that, Ken. I can see how it could be delightfully never-ending, with the Chatters adding their own verses. Would you like that. The emu image was adorable!
     
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    I love that, Ken. I can see how it could be delightfully never-ending, with the Chatters adding their own verses. Would you like that. The emu image was adorable!
    Posted by reindeergirl


    Good Idea, sure add to it. I got 12 more sections, but sure, go ahead. I did some limmericks about some of the BDC people in times past too.
     
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    Last night, upon the stair
    I met a man, who wasn't there.
    He wasn't there again today.
    Oh, how I wish he'd go away!
     
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    Say, that poem really sucked.
     
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    Well, well, well, BRD, you're an unkind thing, aren't you!
     
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    Ken, I love your poems. Did you ever publish them?
     
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    Ken, I love your poems. Did you ever publish them?
    Posted by pingo


    Nah   They are just for my own amazement.....I mean amusement. And if someone likes them, that is payment enough.
     
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