Poems wanted!!!

[Calibritwo]

The Easter Theme, by Patience Strong

Year by year the Cross is lifted up at Eastertide-
mutely to proclaim the truth for which the saviour died-
To make full reparation for the sins of all mankind-
opening the gates of life to all whose souls are blind..
Men of every race and colour meet at Calvary-
in the brotherhood of love, and faith, and charity...
He and He alone can quicken, heal and sancify.
Thiis the Easter theme: in Him I live, In Him I die.

[Warph]

Two frogs fell into a deep cream bowl,
One was an optimistic soul.
But the other took a gloomy view,
"I shall drown!" he cried "and so will you!"
So with a last despairing cry,
He closed his eyes and said good-bye!
But the other with a merry grin said,
I can't get out, but I won't give in!
I'll swim around until my strength is spent,
For having tried I'll die content.
Bravely, he swam until it would seem,
His struggles began to churn the cream.
On top of the butter at last he stopped,
And out of the bowl he happily hopped.
What is the moral? It's easily found,
If you can't get out, keep swimming around!



Oswaldo and Tebbi

[Diane Amberg]

Frog on toast? That's a cute poem.

[Diane Amberg]

                   Conestoga
    Our wagon train is heading west.
    We think June 8th just might be best
    to leave for Kansas, breathe sweet air
    and "Howdy" those who live out there.
    We'll come by Joplin, Caney too,
    On through Sedan to Howard. WOO!
    We'll look at Longton, see Elk Falls,
    Won't miss Toots, more fun than malls.
    Off then to Lawrence, Hiawatha, Horton,
    Salem Nebraska, those stops are important.
    Next to Iowa, north to S.D.
    The bad lands, monuments and Deadwood to see.
    We're Tired!
    We'll turn that wagon around,
    and wander back east to our little town.
    We'll visit and tour and enjoy all with class.
    You think we can do it
    On one tank of gas?
 

[sixdogsmom]

Sounds like a great trip Dianne! Oh that you really could do it on one tank, that's asking too much! Enjoy!

[Bonnie M.]

Diane, with your poem, I am truly impressed!
You are such a good poet, I wouldn't have guessed!
Your trip sounds so great, but you might be a bit late,
When your first tank of gas doesn't have you out of your State!

Timing is everything, we always do hear,
And, it seems to be the same thing this year!
We're going to be in Kansas next week for a while,
But, not when you're there, so I won't see your smile!

[Diane Amberg]

Ya ain't half bad yerself! I'm sorry I'll miss you.

[Jo McDonald]

 
Thought I'd let my doctor check me,

'Cause I didn't feel quite right.

All those aches and pains annoyed me

And I couldn't sleep at night.

  He could find no real disorder

But he wouldn't let it rest.

What with Medicare and Blue Cross,

We would do a couple tests.

To the hospital he sent me

Though I didn't feel that bad.

He arranged for them to give me

Every test that could be had.

I was flouroscoped and cystoscoped,

My aging frame displayed.

Stripped, on an ice cold table,

While my gizzards were x-rayed.

  I was checked for worms and parasites,

For fungus and the crud,

While they pierced me with long needles

Taking samples of my blood.

   Doctors came to check me over,

Probed and pushed and poked around,

And to make sure I was living

They wired me up for sound.

They have finally concluded,

Their results have filled a page.

What I have will someday kill me:

My affliction is OLD AGE.

 

[Catwoman]

 

[Diane Amberg]

That is very good! Do you have more?