The Poetry Marathon

He has few words

but many sounds.

His toy cars crash and smash,

and the honk honk honk of his bus

is the best around.

He can growl

and he can hiss

you know what it is

just by this.

He slurps and he burps

he taps and he claps.

When bedtime comes

he tippy taps out of his room

to give you a smoosh on the cheek

then he laughs

and runs back to fall asleep

exhausted.

Forgive –

give up

this hard feeling inside me?

Why?

it owns me

it colors my every thought.

he said forgive me of what?

he didn’t even remember.

Now

I must choose

to forgive again.

Winter or summer

it doesn’t matter which

an ice box office

is where I sit.

I shiver and shake

and put a sweater on

while people come in sweating

from the summer sun.

In winter you would think

they’d turn the heat on

but it only goes as far

as the copy room.

They sometimes ask me

why my lips are blue

I simply reply

it’s my favorite hue.

Seek wisdom

Wisdom that can be sought for

and found.

Speak wisdom

Let wise words

flow from your mouth

and don’t be hindered

by others.

Seek wisdom every day

and wisdom will become

part of your life.

 

 

It’s the little things that count.

That’s what they say, like

a shy smile or

a baby’s hug.

But what about the big things?

They count a lot.

When your son says

I hate you

but you make it through

or the job gave you

a promotion when

you didn’t know what to do.

Those are big; life changing.

It is the little things that count.

It is the big things count.

Don’t discount either

but find a place

of gratitude

and stay there.

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The baby sleeps in

the soft arms of his mother.

She is his comfort.

 

The sky was opened

like a zipper pulled.

The heavens were revealed

and a man rode forth

on a great white horse.

Everyone could see

glory all around.

Some fell in awe.

Some fell in fear.

Split second choices were no more.

What was

and what is

were the same.

The sound of moving angels

as well as their songs

filled earth’s air

and then they were gone

with everyone who

chose Him.

How long ago? It

seems like a different time.

My heart is beating.

Yet again the stillness comes.

Broken flowers rest on you.

I might have to rearrange,

I said to my sister.

You know, just a little change.

She looked at me like

Oh mister!

I’ve seen that look before and she said,

you changed it last week

and moved that chair

and now the bookcase is over there.

I looked at her and smiled from ear to ear.

I know, but I just got a stuffed deer.

The big kind and if I put it in that corner

I’ll have to move the table.

I’ll need your help if you are able.

She wrinkled up her nose

and gave a half hearted sneer.

I guess I can help but be a dear;

I need to eat

and if you move the table

I’ll still need a seat.

So maybe tomorrow we can work on this plan.

Maybe tomorrow you and I can

rearrange everything

but the kitchen sink.

We’ll move it together.

Can I have a drink?

Little girls dance

with or without music.

Up on their toes

down on their heels

Arms lifting

pretending to touch the sky.

Little girls  dance because

it’s in them

To express how they feel.

We should be so brave.

A good whirling, twirling dance

with plenty of giggles

will undoubtedly fix everything.