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Lucy's Diamonds in the Sky
 

Lucy was sad when she lost her ring,
And suddenly decided to sing
"Where are my diamonds, precious and real
Why doesn't someone know how I feel?"
She walked in a garden so new and fine,
If she was wearing her diamonds of  which there were nine,
She might miss the sunlight approaching so near
And would miss the songbirds and baby deer.
She glanced at the sparkling sun
And saw her diamonds, one by one.
She looked at her wrist, which was nearly bare,
And saw that her diamonds had returned there.
The sun was now hidden and birds were all quiet.
There was something strange, she could not deny it.
As the doves flew away, before she could thank them,
She stood very still, heard a lovely anthem.
 
 
 
 


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A Night in the Forest

 
 
One night quite mysterious and dreary.
While I was lost and followed light,
The moon was rising wearily,
It was within my sight.
The owls were slowly moaning,
Like they do before the rain,
It was something like small groaning,
Some may have been in pain.
My friends took one path,
And I took another.
Somehow, I escaped their wrath
While searching for my brother.
 
I stood very still and listened,
The light seemed very near.
The tree limbs softly glistened,
There was not a sound to hear.
The pot of gold was waiting
My friends said it was theirs.
I was tired of their hating,
So I walked among the bears.

The owls and bears and other creatures
Looked at me and were amazed.
I could dimply see their features
Though their eyes were ablaze.
I walked among the rocks and leaves
While glancing left and right.
Hoping deeply as one believes
I would be rescued from my plight.
 
The atmosphere was ghostly,
A lantern moved real slow.
I saw one eye more closely,
It was someone I might know.
A friendly eye, two of them, in fact,
They looked just like my own,
Reminding me of our private pact,
To rescue the other when grown.
I followed, he led the way,
He turned and smiled at me.
His smile and strength welcomed a new day.
Suddenly I could see.


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Nice you paint those? Very nice Ceshune.
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My very own personal paintings and poetry.   Your poem is very nice also, IG.

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Ceshune, that is so cool. You know I have the same. I just noticed that I have a log of poems too and paintings.
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Well, that is wonderful.  I have a few more, also.
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Once was a cat named cooking fat.
Spiteful with ears just like a Bat.
His owner was a bit of a drinker.
The cat a bit of a stinker.
One stink too many and that was that
gerrout oh ere you cooking fat.
 
 
 
 


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Caring is the food of love.
Flight is the love of the dove.
Loving is the goal of man.
Naturally God is pleased with our plan.
 
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Born of the Portuguese King, one fine day,

were identical twin daughters Ė hip, hip, hurray.

 

Amor and Raiva were the twinsí given names.

With wealth, beauty, and glamour they seemed impossible to claim.

 

These two were identical, the way they looked, acted, and played.

Identical even were the sculptures they made.

 

Separation seemed impossible, but inevitable it remained.

Amor fell in love with a man by the name of Cain.

 

Raiva was not jealous, not even upset.

She was happy for Amor from the moment they met.

 

The two were in love, but Raiva made three.

Cain finally told her, alone they must be.

 

Continued happiness was not long for their fate.

Raivaís love loss bred depression, anger, and hate.

 

As time passed by, Amorís love grew and grew.

It seemed, by twinís link, Raivaís anger grew too.

 

Time has a way of letting us know.

Soon it would be time that Raiva would blow.

 

Cain, like a good man, was out tending the fields.

Counting and figuring the crops and their yields.

 

Raiva dressed faintly and called upon Cain.

It was in this field that his love, Raiva slain.

 

Acting as her sister, a horrible deception.

Raiva conceived her insane redemption.

 

In time, bearing child, can be seen by all.

Amor, not clueless, Cain she did call.

 

Questions asked and answered, Cainís ignorance caught.

Amor is now loveless, although loveís all she sought.

 

Love and anger, not just emotion.

Identical twins, split by a notion.

 

Raiva and Amor were together again.

This time lost love replaced with anger and sin.

 

Amor is now love in Portuguese, Raiva means anger.

Donít put your relationship in danger.

 

 

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JABBERWOCKY

Lewis Carroll

(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.


"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
  The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
  The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
  Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
  And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
  The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
  And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
  The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
  He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
  Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
  He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.

 



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When laughter turns to tears
We count the passing years
Tears of joy,
God's utlimate ploy
Protect me from my fears.
 
 
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Apologies if this annoys, but it is that time of year and it is what I believe. Michael Card, The Life, The Final Word-

You and me we use so very many clumsy words.
The noise of what we often say is not worth being heard.
When the Fatherís Wisdom wanted to communicate His love,
He spoke it in one final perfect Word.

He spoke the Incarnation and then so was born the Son.
His final word was Jesus, He needed no other one.
Spoke flesh and blood so He could bleed and make a way Divine.
And so was born the baby who would die to make it mine.

And so the Fatherís fondest thought took on flesh and bone.
He spoke the living luminous Word, at once His will was done.
And so the transformation that in man had been unheard
Took place in God the Father as He spoke that final Word.

He spoke the Incarnation and then so was born the Son.
His final word was Jesus, He needed no other one.
Spoke flesh and blood so He could bleed and make a way Divine.
And so was born the baby who would die to make it mine.

And so the Light became alive
And manna became Man.
Eternity stepped into time
So we could understand.

He spoke the Incarnation and then so was born the Son.
His final word was Jesus, He needed no other one.
Spoke flesh and blood so He could bleed and make a way Divine.
And so was born the baby who would die to make it mine.
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In times of religious dispute,

when there is thought of malice intention,

do not regress so far as to repute,

as this shall give substance to their invention.

 

Rather, rely upon that, which you believe,

spreading cheer in that direction,

letting those who try to deceive,

burn holes in their own deception.

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