Tag: Poetry

Hot Air

Her ego filled the room like hot air fills a balloon If only she’d jump in the basket and float up, up and away Spare me from her know-it-all contradictory statements But alas, she does not so I smile and nod planning my escape _____________________________________...

Giggles of a Cutie

I didn’t mean to get him in trouble But I couldn’t help playing peek-a-boo with the cutie in front of me squirming in his father’s arms at Ash Wednesday service we’re supposed to be solemn But I made him giggle I think God smiled ____________________________...

God’s Sense of Humor

Do you think Jesus giggled as a little Jewish boy Did He make the children laugh out loud when He told them a story When God created the platypus did He chuckle to Adam and say Look at the crazy creature I made today ____________________________ I’m...

The Holy Ghost

King James and Wycliffe called Him the Holy Ghost like He haunted and terrorized men, women, and children alike Some terrible ghoul roaming the graveyards of earth Representing death and destruction Yet He is life Spirit of God Spirit of truth Advocate and Counselor _________________________...

Ms. Kruschke’s Kids

This is a Kyrielle I wrote for my niece’s second grade class. I think they liked it! Bailey boasts curious classes One has nine lads and eight lasses Would-be writers and strong readers Ms. Kruschke’s second grade Tigers They learn about magnets and maps While...

Divided We’ll Fall

It dawned on me late last night before the dawn there’s only moonlight The days may be longer but in darkness they stand as hatred and murder shroud our fair land Together we’d stand but divided we’ll fall without our God one and all ______________________________...

Silent Whisper

I hear her whisper in the darkness Sometimes in the light I hear her giggle from beneath the frilly dresses at Costco Can I have one, Mommy? She’s not really there I silenced her voice thirty-five years ago But Jesus whispers, She’s with me ______________________________...

It Curls and Swirls

Tendrils of cigarette smoke swirl up to my bunk curl in the air it stunk So I’d twirl the crank open the tiny window breathe fresh air through the dusty musty screen it stunk But not as bad as Old Gold bare butt smoke _________________________-...