POETRY

STUDENT'S PRAYER

Now I sit me down in school,
Where praying is against the rule.

For this great nation under God,
Finds mention of Him very odd.

If Scripture now the class recites,
It violates the Bill of Rights.

And anytime my head I bow,
Becomes a federal matter now.

Our hair can be purple or orange or green,
That's no offense, it's the freedom scene.

The law is specific, the law is precise,
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.

For praying in a public hall,
Might offend someone with no faith at all.

In silence alone we must meditate,
God's name is prohibited by the State.

We're allowed to cuss & dress like freaks,
And pierce our noses, tongues & cheeks.

They've outlawed guns; but FIRST the Bible.
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.

We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
And the unwed daddy, our Senior King.

It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong,
We're taught that such "judgments" do not belong.

We can get our condoms, & birth controls,
Study witchcraft, vampires & totem poles.

But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
No Word of God must reach this crowd.

It's scary here I must confess,
When chaos reigns, the school's a mess.

So, Lord, this silent plea I make:
Should I be shot, My soul please take.

Author Unknown

MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB

Mary had a little lamb,
His fleece was white as snow.
And everywhere that Mary went,
The Lamb was sure to go.

He followed her to school each day,
'Twas even in the rule.
It made the children laugh and play,
To have a Lamb at school.

And then the rules all changed one day,
Illegal it became;
To bring the Lamb of God to school,
Or even speak His Name.

Every day got worse and worse,
And days turned into years.
Instead of hearing children laugh,
We heard gun shots and tears.

What must we do to stop the crime,
That's in our schools today?
Let's let the Lamb come back to school,
And teach our kids to pray!

WHISPERS OF A CHILD'S LOVE

A child's love is like a whisper,
given in little ways we do not hear.
But if you listen closely,
it will be very clear.

They often do not say it loud,
but in how they come to you...
Daddy, will you play with me?
Mommy, tie my shoe?

The many ways they tell you,
changes as they grow.
Dad, I made the team today!
Mom, I've Got to go!

Pop, I need some money,
You see there's...this girl at school.
Mama, I met a boy today,
And Wow, he's so cool!

Dad, I've got something to tell you...
I think she is the one!
Mom, he asked me to marry him.
Would you love him as your son?

Dad, I've got some news for you...
It's going to be a boy!
Mom, I'm kind of scared of this,
yet I'm filled with joy!

A child's love is like a whisper,
given in little ways we do not hear.
But if you listen closely,
it will be very clear.

They often do not say it loud,
but in how they come to you...
Grandpa, will you play with me?
Grandma, tie my shoe?

It is never ending,
A blessing from above.
Listen to the whispers,
of a child's love.

by S. E. Chan
Copyright 1999
oppsgal1@aol.com

PENNIES

I found a penny today
Just laying on the ground,
But it's not just a penny
This little coin I've found.

Found pennies come from heaven
That's what my Grandpa told me,
He said Angels toss them down
Oh, how I loved that story.

He said when an Angel misses you
They toss a penny down,
Sometimes just to cheer you up
To make a smile out of your frown.

So don't pass by that penny
When you're feeling blue,
It may be a penny from heaven
That an Angel's tossed to you.

THE FIRST TIME

The sky was dark
The moon was high
All alone
Just she and I

Her hair was soft
Her eyes were blue
I knew just what
She wanted to do

Her skin so soft
Her legs so fine
I ran my fingers
Down her spine

I didn't know how
But I tried my best
I started my placing
My hands on her breast

I remember my fear
My fast beating heart
But slowly she spread
Her legs apart

And when I did it
I felt no shame
All at once
The white stuff came

At last it's finished
It's all over now
My first time ever
At milking a cow......

(Author Unknown)

DOES HEAVEN HAVE A PHONE NUMBER?

Mommy went to Heaven,
but I need her here today.
My tummy hurts and I fell down,
I need her right away.

Operator can you tell me,
how to find her in this book?
Is heaven in the yellow part,
I don't know where to look.

I think my daddy needs her too,
at night I hear him cry.
I hear him call her name sometimes,
but I really don't know why.

Maybe if I call her,
she will hurry home to me.
Is Heaven very far away,
is it across the sea?

She's been gone a long, long time,
she needs to come home now!
I really need to reach her,
but I simply don't know how.

Help me find the number please,
is it listed under "Heaven"?
I can't read these big big words,
I am only seven.

I'm sorry operator,
I didn't mean to make you cry.
Is your tummy hurting too,
or is there something in your eye?

If I call my church,
maybe they will know.
Mommy said when we need help,
that's where we should go.

I found the number to my church,
tacked up on the wall.
Thank you operator,
I'll give them a call.

"IF TOMORROW NEVER COMES"

If I knew it would be the last Time,
that I'd see you fall asleep.
I would tuck you in more tightly,
And pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time,
That I see you walk out the door.
I would give you a hug and kiss,
and call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time,
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise.
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute or two,
to stop and say "I love you,"
instead of assuming you KNOW I do.

If I knew it would be the last time,
I would be there to share your day,
well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.

For surely there's always tomorrow,
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance,
to make everything right.

There will always be another day,
to say our "I love you's".
And certainly there's another chance,
to say our "Anything I can do's?"

But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get.
I'd like to say how much I love you,
and I hope we never forget,

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike.
And today may be the last chance,
you get to hold your loved one tight.

So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day.

That you didn't take that extra time,
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss,
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear.
Tell them that you love them,
and that you'll always hold them dear.

Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
"Please forgive me," "thank you," or "its okay".
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.

GOD'S BOXES

I have in my hands two boxes,
Which God gave me to hold.
God said, "Put all your sorrows in the black,
And all your joys in the gold."

I heeded God's words, and in the two boxes,
Both my joys and sorrows I stored.
But though the gold became heavier each day,
The black was as light as before.

With curiosity, I opened the black,
I wanted to find out why.
And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole,
Which my sorrows had fallen out by.

I showed the hole to God, and mused aloud,
"I wonder where my sorrows could be."
God smiled a gentle smile at me."
"My child, they're all here with me."

I asked, "God, why give me the boxes,
Why the gold, and the black with the hole?"
"My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings,
The black is for you to let go."

SANCTUARY IN A MAGRITTE

A small victory, as all I seem to do is sleep.
Take a long drive time moves, as it pleases.
Sanctuary in a magritte,
solitude in a fact,
in life and in love.
No longevity in mortality,
or life in vitality,
currently learning i'm not a god.
The postcards you sent me, remind me that your not here,
in the sky,
and in the heart.

By James Quinton

AGELESS ANGEL

I joined together my heart and my soul,
vivid, incomprehensible to anything I've felt before.
But there's a yearning for peace in my mechanical mind.
Yet the damage has been done,
and all exits are false.
Ageless angel,
I watch the beauty of your flight.

By James Quinton

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