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Comment by Melodie Munro 9 minutes ago

A Worm In My Pocket

Funny Poem for Kids

My family and I moved to Japan a little over two years ago from America. I am the mother of two, a daughter age 9 and a son who just turned 7. Since coming to Japan, my son has become obsessed with all things that wiggle and crawl. I have seen things here that look like they came from outer space. He is constantly bringing home bugs to show me. One day, after playing at the park, he had filled his pants pocket with worms. Not knowing this, I proceeded to do a load of laundry. You can imagine my surprise when I opened the washer!

A Worm In My Pocket
© Jodee Samano

One rainy day on my way home from school,
I found a big worm and thought it was cool.

I picked up the worm with my bare hand,
held it up high thinking how grand!

The worm was so cute and wiggled a lot,
I put him in my pocket to show Mom what I'd caught.

What will she say when I show her my find?
Will she let me keep it? I hope she won't mind.

Mom was in the kitchen when I showed her what I'd found.
She screamed, "No, way! Put it back in the ground!"

Now I'm so angry, she always says "No",
If she won't let me keep it, then I will just go!

So me and my worm packed a sandwich or two,
ran out the door and down the street we both flew.

We walked to the park and sat on a bench,
I pulled out my worm and noticed a stench.

He looked kind of floppy, but wiggled a bit,
I thought, "Oh my Gosh, my worm is not fit!"

I laid him in the dirt and let him go free.
I guess that my pocket was not the best place to be.

Source: A Worm In My Pocket, Funny Poem for Kids http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/a-worm-in-my-pocket#ixzz2VHXe...
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Comment by Melodie Munro 9 minutes ago

The Father’s Hand

The Father’s Hand
Odell T. Fellows

My little boy oft rides with me
And plays that he is driving, too;
His chubby hands with mine I feel
Upon the auto steering-wheel,
And ever we go safely through.
If dangers threaten, sudden, grim,
And fears our very hearts congeal,
My boy smiles up into my face
And says with childhood’s artless grace:
“My daddy’s hand is on the wheel!”
Oh, precious faith of tender years!
Would it were ours when cares beset!
When, on the sea or on the land,
To learn to trust the guiding hand;
And trust and trust—and ne’er forget!
Our heavenly Father bideth near;
His constant presence we may feel.
Or on the land or on the sea,
No harm can come to you and me—
The Father’s hand is on the wheel!

Comment by Melodie Munro 9 minutes ago

Love's Language

Famous Love Poems

Love's Language
By
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

How does Love speak?
In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek,
And in the pallor that succeeds it; by
The quivering lid of an averted eye--
The smile that proves the parent to a sigh
Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?
By the uneven heart-throbs, and the freak
Of bounding pulses that stand still and ache,
While new emotions, like strange barges, make
Along vein-channels their disturbing course;
Still as the dawn, and with the dawn's swift force--
Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?
In the avoidance of that which we seek--
The sudden silence and reserve when near--
The eye that glistens with an unshed tear--
The joy that seems the counterpart of fear,
As the alarmèd heart leaps in the breast,
And knows, and names, and greets its godlike guest--
Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?
In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek--
The haughty heart grown humble; in the tender
And unnamed light that floods the world with splendor;
In the resemblance which the fond eyes trace
In all fair things to one belovèd face;
In the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble;
In looks and lips that can no more dissemble--
Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?
In the wild words that uttered seem so weak
They shrink ashamed in silence; in the fire
Glance strikes with glance, swift flashing high and higher,
Like lightnings that precede the mighty storm;
In the deep, soulful stillness; in the warm,
Impassioned tide that sweeps through throbbing veins,
Between the shores of keen delights and pains;
In the embrace where madness melts in bliss,
And in the convulsive rapture of a kiss--
Thus doth Love speak.

Source: Love's Language by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, Famous Love Poems http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/famous/poem/loves-language-by-ella...
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Comment by Melodie Munro 10 minutes ago

A Night With My Lady

Funny Love Poem

A Night With My Lady
© Jared M. Stein

Her body glistens in the light
I urge to play with her all night
I pick her up and hold her steady
Take a deep breath, we both are ready.

I run one hand up her long neck
Just touching her makes me euphoric
Across her body, my right hand goes
I've been practicing, believe me, it shows.

Her body glistens in the light
I urge to play with her all night
I pick her up and hold her steady
Take a deep breath, we both are ready.

Another deep breath, the tension mounts
Have to stay focused, every moment counts
I am ready lets get movin'
Here it goes, we both start groovin'.

Her body glistens in the light
I urge to play with her all night
I pick her up and hold her steady
Take a deep breath, we both are ready.

I start out slow to get in the swing
As I do she starts to sing
The sounds and feelings grow more immense
The movements, become more intense.

Her body glistens in the light
I urge to play with her all night
I pick her up and hold her steady
Take a deep breath, we both are ready.

She screams and screams, while I am gropin'
My heart stops as I see the door open
My mom walks in and with a frown
Says, Your guitar is too loud, please turn it down.

Source: A Night With My Lady, Funny Love Poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/a-night-with-my-lady#ixzz2VHY...
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Comment by Melodie Munro 10 minutes ago

A Dieter's Despair

Funny Life Poem

A Dieter's Despair
© Don Hewitt

Oh my soul, be thou quiet
This is not 'another diet'
Just a program of exchange
Though some things do seem strange

Raw vegetables and 'brock-o-lee'
Does not sound too good to me
Lots of tofu and bean sprouts
While my empty stomach shouts

The meaning here is quite plain;
This program is designed for pain
Someone with anorexia planned
A program that tastes like sand

My hands are sweating, my soul is dreading
I must keep this thing from spreading
My only hope, the paper shredder
It finally made this diet better

Source: A Dieter's Despair, Funny Life Poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/a-dieters-despair#ixzz2VHX8W9f1
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Comment by Melodie Munro 10 minutes ago

Upon The Hill

Spiritual Poem about Nature

My name is Lynn Barany, and my favourite poems to read and to write are spiritual. I have been published a few times and to me it is always a thrill. I have lived in Toronto, Germany, Winnipeg and I now reside on beautiful Vancouver Island, British Columbia. I have a web site it is www.islandpoetry.com I would be honored if any of you would take a look at the site. Thanks for your time.

Upon The Hill
© Lynn Barany

The roses smell so sweetly
Behind the picket fence,
The grass is rich and green
It gives off a fresh cut scent.

The lilacs are in full bloom
The veranda has been swept,
One glance the eye can see
How well the garden has been kept.

The shadow in the window
Shows and old, but gentle soul,
I heard she took up residence
Not too long ago.

No one seems to know
How she keeps her home alive,
There is never any outside help
And no visitors' stop by.

She enjoys her solitude
Each and every day,
She is seen sometimes at midnight
I heard a neighbor say.

As the watch her in the moonlight
They say it gives them chills,
For she is intently speaking
To someone upon the hill.

I hear she turns quite beautiful
When the moon shines down so bright,
To me there isn't any doubt
To whom she speaks at night.

I'm told she's still in good health
Violets bloom on her window sill,
And I think she owes it all
To her friend upon the hill.....

Source: Upon The Hill, Spiritual Poem about Nature http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/upon-the-hill#ixzz2VHWsreBn
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Comment by Melodie Munro 10 minutes ago

Among The Angel's

Spiritual Poem about Nature

I wrote this poem after I had finally completed my childhood dream, skydiving. It was a beyond impactful experience. I used imagery to allow the reader to kinesthetically feel exactly what I had. Thanks, Alec

Among The Angel's
© Alec Shuman

I had waited so long, year after year
It was all trivial for I was here
Five hours there, and five hours back
The ascent had caused an excitement attack
My last emotion would be that of fear
60 seconds later and the earth would appear
I felt it getting tighter on my legs and my back
I felt beyond secure, there was no more slack

Flying, through that uncontrollable breeze
Oddly enough, I had never felt so at ease
One with nature, and one with God
It was beyond beautiful, without a facade

Nothing beats that feeling, that as you soar
Only seven months, seven more

Source: Among The Angel's, Spiritual Poem about Nature http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/among-the-angels#ixzz2VHWcHwah
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Comment by Melodie Munro 10 minutes ago

My Soul

Spiritual Poem about Nature

This is a poem to remind all of you guys who ever felt like giving up to remember what's inside of you.

My Soul
© Kate

My soul is courage flying like a dove
My soul is wisdom and knowledge
bursting like a horse galloping
My soul is understanding like a puppy
My soul is graceful like a dolphin swimming in the sea
My soul sings like a bird tweeting its own songs
My soul is unique like one snowflake in many billions
My soul is happy to be this way

Source: My Soul, Spiritual Poem about Nature http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/my-soul#ixzz2VHWG8dTC
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Comment by Melodie Munro 11 minutes ago

Where Peaceful Waters Flow

Spiritual Poem about Nature

I am a song writer and I wrote this as a song, but felt that the words were very much a work of poetry. We see God's handy-work all around us in nature, and I wanted the person hearing or reading these words, to realize that.

Where Peaceful Waters Flow
© Keith Burroughs

The clouds break forth the streams of light
To dance upon the earth,
And cradled in the sands of time,
Comes a newborn babies'' birth.
A gentle breeze blows through the night,
It whispers through the grass,
And ripples on the water form
As rain glistens on the glass.

And you listen to the sound,
The Lords' presence all around.
He summons us to go
Where peaceful waters flow.

A rainbow arcs across the sky,
A promise is displayed.
The graceful flight of a butterfly,
It takes my breath away.
The autumn leaves in their splendor
Fall gracefully to the earth,
And stars proclaim their song at night,
What is their beauty worth?

And you listen to the sound,
The Lords' presence all around.
He summons us to go
Where peaceful waters flow.

Source: Where Peaceful Waters Flow, Spiritual Poem about Nature http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/where-peaceful-waters-flow#ix...
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Comment by Melodie Munro on Friday

 

 

Completely Finished:

 

No English dictionary has been able to adequately explain the difference between these two words.

In a recently held linguistic competition held in London, England, and attended by the best in the world, Samsundar Balgobin, a Guyanese man from Bachelor's Adventure, was the clear winner with a standing ovation which lasted over 5 minutes.

The final question was:

How do you explain the difference between COMPLETE and FINISHED in a way that is easy to understand.

Some people say there is no difference between COMPLETE and FINISHED.

Here is his astute answer...

When you marry the right woman, you are COMPLETE.

When you marry the wrong woman, you are FINISHED.

And when the right one catches you with the wrong one, you are COMPLETELY FINISHED!

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