Saturday, April 30, 2016

Day 30-anyway I want it Family History Poem

Day 30-Family History

I recently was given an album
Of photographs of the past
It's full of lovely photos
Of ancestors who were steadfast

There's men in topcoats and suits
And women in high style fashion
And babes wearing cute outfits
When their lives were full of passion

These photographs are amazing
The only problem is this
None of them are labeled
So, no names have come to us

My advice to all you people
Is to label all your pictures
So someone someday will know
Your name in all it's grandeur 


Thursday, April 28, 2016

Day 28-Poetweet

Whenever we create anything, I wonder how alike it is to God's creations. We come close whenever we create a child. We are His creations, and we are glorious. 

Day 28-Poetweet

Whenever we create anything, I wonder how alike it is to God's creations. We come close whenever we create a child. We are His creations, and we are glorious.

Had to rewrite it. Too long. 

When we create anything, we wonder how it mimics God's creations. We come closest when we create life. How glorious are His works. Creation. 

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Day 27- diatelle poem

Tell
A tale
Do not fail
Tell of your life
Or of a Dragon’s Tail
With his scales of purple Loosestrife
The sky is so dark, cut it with a knife
If the story's of you, there may have been a bell
To wake you up to play a rousing fife
To please someone’s husband or wife 
As they take the fast rail
Happiness rife
Without fail
Ships sail
Dwell

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Day 26-Rictameter Poem

Day 26-Rictameter Poem

Lucky
Missing Hanna 
She wasn't her Autism
Her short life had a grand purpose
To teach and show us how to love others
We learned to be better from her
Her legacy is love
She lived, we love
Lucky

Monday, April 25, 2016

Day 25. Almost done.

Day 25-pensee poetry

Penguins
Cute and funny
Look like they're wearing a tux
Their waddling makes us giggle
Do they make a good pet?

Sunday, April 24, 2016

Day 24-Limerick

There once was a girl named Vick
Who thought she could write a lim'rick
She tried and she tried
Yet she couldn't get it right
So she got quite a crick in her neck

Saturday, April 23, 2016

Day 23-Quinzain Poem

I came up with a few. 

Babysitting is so fun
They want to play games 
All night long


The youngest generation
Is now so plugged in
Is it good?


Then in honor of Talk Like Shakespeare Day:

Grandchildren are passing fair
I prithee to believe
Bless'd are we