A Wholesome Poetry Site by Msmert

Poems By My Poet Friends

Home | April | MIRACLE AT 56 | Cards | Ladies | Medical | Gents | Humor | Our Purpose | Becoming a Member | Contact Us | Calendar of Events | Members Page | Newsletter | Links | Poets of This Age | PoetFriends | My Poetry | Poetry Book | Obama's Newsletter | Hillarious!!

Great Poems that will still your emotions, bring joy and give praise to God for family, freinds; some for fun and relaxation.  Enjoy reading.

Rose, Large

 Angel Beauty

 

(Double Reversed Tetractys)

 

She is the angel who walks in the light

Her sight melts hearts

 Her beauty

Smile

Charm

Brings

Such joy

 With a touch

Smells like a rose

Enlightening hearts with precious joy and love!

 

 

 © Joseph Spence, Sr

© All Rights Reserved 2006

 

Comments: Tetractys, a poetic form invented by Ray Stebbing. It consists of at least 5 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 syllables (total of 20). Tetractys can be written with more than one verse, but must follow suit with an inverted syllable count.

Tetractys can also be reversed and written 10, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Double Tetractys maybe written as: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1, and a

Triple Tetractys as: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, and 10

 

 spencej

 

 

 

POEM WRITER

 

**)(**

Waters over the rocks
filling my old, holey socks
cooling my feet, in bare shocks
while fish swim in little flocks

 

Casting line through the air
placing the hook over there
feeding the fish, ah everywhere
catching none, y'd think I wasn't there

 

Ride the bicycle for exercise
call my sister, because she's wise
looking at a car that soothes my eyes
driving in it, to my large surprise

 

Taking a nap, on crimson's tree
after enjoying this cup of tea
goina be good to wake up and see
who sent birthday card to me

 

life is simple, don't you know it
as we read on WorldofPoets
poems visuals generate a grit
as you read, and catch its whit

 

Sometimes laughter, others pain
all of them make you return again
don't close your eyes in the rain
your thought will go down the drain

 

Say thank you to the Poet of your fame
and give them praise for using their name,
and form, saving you from being insane

 

Poem Writer

**)(**

Written by: nventr7, Eddie Kerley (11-05-06)

Copyright 2006, Nventry

All rights reserved

Poetry Ball
 
**)(**
My way. Your way. their way. Our way.
what was I gonna say?
That's right. That's wrong.
Isn't anybody coming along?
~ ~ ~
You'd stayed. He'd paid. They craved.
Why didn't they all behave?
That's easy. You're here
watching this cave!
~ ~ ~
Pushing the pedals, to the meadows
building their moving vase of jars
flowing, and growing, and he is mowing
the tops off the basement stars.
~ ~ ~
Away we go, to the peanut show
eating the shells as we go
~ ~ ~
Come back! Don't pack. It's your Mac
we both agreed to that.
~ ~ ~
Your turn. I burn. She'd scurn
this path of nowhere going
cause we're showing
it all, what he saw, at this ball
~ ~ ~
Poetry Ball.
That's all.
~ ~ ~
Wtitten by: Nventr7  (8-17-06), Copyright 2006 Eddie Kearley, All rights reserved
**)(**
Poet's comments: At a Ball there are many different things all going-on at the same time. Well, at a Poetry Ball, I figured the same would apply. nventr7

 

 

HERE ARE TWO HUMOROUS POEMS FOR YOUR ENJOYMENT

 

 

Chasing A Scratch A Itch – Humorous

 

Sitting on the couch just relaxing a bit

Days work now over nice to just sit

All at once like it came from outer space

An itch arrived; I could not reach the place

 

Right in the center of my back my oh my

Back scratcher not around going to try

Grabbing everything around trying to reach

Just cannot quite get it, honey I beseech

 

Here let me get it for you is this where it is at

Up, up, over and down honey scratch like a cat

Honey it’s running from your scratch every which way

She scratches in a large circle this itch wants to stay

 

There you got it, no it’s moving scratch harder dear

You got some of it; found a nerve it is quite clear

She follows all directions and does it real well

Got the itch, oh ahhhhhh, no more stories to tell

 

Copyright©2006 David J Shrewsbury

 

 

 

 

Crazy And Wild Gnat Attack

 

Lying in bed near ready for sleep

Room is quiet without a peep

Got pillow right covering too

Sleep sweet sleep ready to do

 

Reached over set the clock

Nice sound of the tick tock

Said goodnight like Walton’s do

Feeling so good slipping into…

 

Opened eyes to check clock once more

Last time to open eyes last chore

Suddenly a gnat came diving up nose

Why oh why was it me that he chose?

 

Stinging like crazy trying to get it out

Jumped to my feet to bathroom, shout

Blow like windstorm will not go away

Little tiny gnat had ruined end of my day

 

Praying for help was it a spider or what

Why does it sting so, I thought

Why not Little by little the stinging went on its way

I was certainly glad that gnat died that day

 

Now if you’re a Nat lover I’m sorry I was glad

Knowing that his family was now without a dad

Oh what the heck it was only a gnat

Back to bed hoping I can sleep after that

 

Copyrightr©2006 David J Shrewsbury

 

 

 

 

Poet Friends - Enter a  poem if you are a Poet

AS IT RISES

HOW DOTH THE LOVE OF GOD BE GIVEN BIRTH THOU SON
JESUS

AT THE CROSS PLAYS IN STRANDS ABOUT MY EARS AND
MY EYES SEE TEARS CLEANSE ME WASH

THINE PRAISE CANST HELP BUT RISE IN MY THROAT A
KNOT CLOSES ON MY VOCAL CORDS TEARS STREAM I CRY

TIS THOU O LORD AS UPON THIS PAVE I DO RIDE AND
LISTEN AS OUR HEART BEAT COMETH TOGETHER RESIDE

O LORD HAVE I MISSED ALREADY THIS MARK UPON THIS
PARCHMENT SEEK

TWART EVIL SATAN REIGN THAT SOME MAY SEEK AND READ OF JOY SIMPLEX MY HEART STRAINS IN IT'S CASEMENT TO GRASP THE HAND OF GOD

PLEASE JESUS I THE WEAK NOT THE STRONG HOLD ONTO
MY HAND UNTIL ALWAYS LET NOT ME SLIDE

JESUS O JESUS GUIDE MY QUILL MODERN BE,

LET ME FIND A WORD TO EXPLEX' THIS POWER OER ME

ONE DROP O GOD OF PURE THAN THIS I PRAISE I LIFT
A SILENT CRY TOWARD HEAVEN I HURL IT TO THE SKIES
THIS SILENT WHISPERED PLEA

REEL O MIND IN ME BESET REEL O FOOL FOR THE SIN
THAT YE MET PRAISE ONLY GOD:CHAINS WREST NO MORE
IF FOR ONLY THIS MOMENTOUS SECOND IN THIS DAY
HISTORIC BE OF EMANCIPATION PAST YON SLAVE

AS IT RISES IN MY THROAT I SING "AT THE CROSS" MY
PASSENGER WHEN PACE ACCOMPLISHED THE HAND THAT
BARE THE WHIPPING ROD AND INTO THE HOUSE OF GOD
RELIEVED HERSELF ME KISS

AS IT RISES THIS HOLY MOMENT FULL TO OVERFLOW AND
DOTH MY TEARS UPON MY CHEST DO WET ME "O EYES OF
GOD"!


Copyright © October 8, 2006

REV. LARRY MIDDLEBROOKS SR.

 

HE PAID THE PRICE...

to all

Look what JESUS bought me,
HE PAID THE PRICE.
With LOVE I'll share it,
and that's my life...

I'll spark a flame,
with burning DESIRE.
Inside many hearts,
they'll be on fire...

For GOD'S WILL,
but they won't burn.
Lucifer is trembling,
because he will learn...

That YOU'RE THE BEST,
at what you do.
He had his turn,
but now he's through...

I'll get'em GOD,
just watch and see.
JESUS PAID THE PRICE,
that's why I'M FREE...

Look what JESUS bought me,
my life is HIS.
With LOVE I'll share it,
ABOUT GOD'S BIZ...


copyright January 2007 Larry D. Russell

Author's Comments:
"I'm just showing off what Jesus bought me, and like McDonald's ~~~ I'm loving it!! Let's all be about our Father's Business..... EVERYDAY"

Poems written here are by Poet Laureate's we know through writing and some we know personally.  Hope you enjoy them.

Before you CLICK Here Remember this number and Enter it on the next page 9752644 - A Wholesome Poet Needs to make money too!