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A DEAR FRIEND OF MINE ASKED ME
To put this into our group. It's a wonderful poem, I think and the author is unknown...
Heaven's Very Special Child
A meeting was held quite far from Earth
"It's time again for another Birth"
Said the Angels to the Lord above
This special child will need much love
His progress may seem very slow
Accomplishments he may not show
And he'll require extra care
From folks he meets, way down there
He may not run, laugh, or play
His thoughts may seem quite far away
In many ways he won't adapt
And he'll be known as handicapped
So let's be careful where he's sent
We want his life to be content;
Please Lord find the Parents who
Will do a special job for you
They will not realize right away
The leading role they're asked to play
So with this child sent from above
Comes stronger faith and richer love
And soon they'll know the privilege given
In caring for this gift from Heaven
This special child so meek and mild
Is "Heaven's Very Special Child".
(Author unknown)
Heaven's Very Special Child
A meeting was held quite far from Earth
"It's time again for another Birth"
Said the Angels to the Lord above
This special child will need much love
His progress may seem very slow
Accomplishments he may not show
And he'll require extra care
From folks he meets, way down there
He may not run, laugh, or play
His thoughts may seem quite far away
In many ways he won't adapt
And he'll be known as handicapped
So let's be careful where he's sent
We want his life to be content;
Please Lord find the Parents who
Will do a special job for you
They will not realize right away
The leading role they're asked to play
So with this child sent from above
Comes stronger faith and richer love
And soon they'll know the privilege given
In caring for this gift from Heaven
This special child so meek and mild
Is "Heaven's Very Special Child".
(Author unknown)
SITTING IN THE DARK,
due to power loss from the ice storm, I once again attempted to write. Here is my first attempt.
STATE OF THE WORLD
While I wilest away the hours
The world is growing colder.
People are encased in ice.
They are so intent on staying alive
That they turn their heads
So they don't see the hell the
World has turned into.
The world is growing colder.
People are encased in ice.
They are so intent on staying alive
That they turn their heads
So they don't see the hell the
World has turned into.
ONCE AGAIN, ONE FROM MY PAST
FROZEN HELL-MOUTH
I sit in the house
And wonder what reason or rhyme
Ever made my ancestors
Migrate to this clime.
Without modern conveniences
Of heat and of light,
How did they survive
That first cold, snowy night?
Buffalo robes
Sure must have been warm.
Or were they just exhausted
From working sun-up to sun-down?
With all the great land
To the east and the south,
Why did my ancestors choose
To stay in this frozen hell-mouth?
I could have been a Georgia Peach
Or a Florida miss;
Even a Louisiana Magnolia
Would be preferable to this!
But no, I live in Illinois
Where it's freezing half the year!
I'd like to be able to hibernate
Just like a grumpy old bear.
Wake me when it's over!
When the sun is warm and alive.
And flowers are growing and grass is green.
Till then I'll just try to survive...
THAT'S IT!
I'm packing my clothes.
I can't take it any more.
I'm off to sunny Florida
If I have to sleep on the shore!
mothergeorge
12-23-04
(AFTER 14 INCHES OF SNOW
AND TEMPERATURE AROUND ZERO)
I sit in the house
And wonder what reason or rhyme
Ever made my ancestors
Migrate to this clime.
Without modern conveniences
Of heat and of light,
How did they survive
That first cold, snowy night?
Buffalo robes
Sure must have been warm.
Or were they just exhausted
From working sun-up to sun-down?
With all the great land
To the east and the south,
Why did my ancestors choose
To stay in this frozen hell-mouth?
I could have been a Georgia Peach
Or a Florida miss;
Even a Louisiana Magnolia
Would be preferable to this!
But no, I live in Illinois
Where it's freezing half the year!
I'd like to be able to hibernate
Just like a grumpy old bear.
Wake me when it's over!
When the sun is warm and alive.
And flowers are growing and grass is green.
Till then I'll just try to survive...
THAT'S IT!
I'm packing my clothes.
I can't take it any more.
I'm off to sunny Florida
If I have to sleep on the shore!
mothergeorge
12-23-04
(AFTER 14 INCHES OF SNOW
AND TEMPERATURE AROUND ZERO)
FOR THE SEASON
SANTA'S GOT THE BLUES
Christmas is coming.
It's coming up fast.
And, as usual, I'm caught
Sitting dead on my ass.
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Christmas is coming.
It's coming up fast.
And, as usual, I'm caught
Sitting dead on my ass.
CONTINUED IN REPLY
SEEING IS BELIEVING
SEEING IS BELIEVING
Sometimes the world appears
So peaceful, so calm, and serene.
Then the next day it will be loud,
Obnoxious, and obscene.
Same world, same person, same life.
Sometimes you see the good.
Sometimes you see the strife.
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Sometimes the world appears
So peaceful, so calm, and serene.
Then the next day it will be loud,
Obnoxious, and obscene.
Same world, same person, same life.
Sometimes you see the good.
Sometimes you see the strife.
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THE MEN IN MY LIFE
THE MEN IN MY LIFE
The men in my life
Who have come and who have gone.
The men I have loved
Who all did me wrong.
Or so I have thought for so long...
REST IN REPLY
The men in my life
Who have come and who have gone.
The men I have loved
Who all did me wrong.
Or so I have thought for so long...
REST IN REPLY
