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Gumpity Gump And Croakity Croak - David Pekrul
Well, my two granddaughters keep asking Papa (me) to write another poem for them, so I took a try at writing another children's poem. I don't know how successful I was, but here it is. Gumpity Gump And Croakity Croak Sir Gumpity Gump was a frog in a stump, And he lived by a pond full of... Submitted 4 days 17 hours ago.

America 2012 - Chad VanRyn
America 2012 America what have we done We sacrifice freedom for security We turn a blind eye to tyranny The change I see is infuriating America what have we become A hundred years of progress What liberty do we have left All we are left with is regret America what is freedom Were free to... Submitted 13 days 20 hours ago.

A poem for Mom - Chad VanRyn
Mom Your there through thick and thin You always root for me to win You scolded me sometimes with a shout Your love for me I do not doubt You taught me lessons sometimes in vain I should have listened, avoided some pain You warned me not to follow the crowd I didn't care then but I... Submitted 14 days 4 hours ago.

Take This You Dirty Mothers! - - Al Case
the mite of boy with eyes to skies saw so deep and far with welling eyes he tapped the skies and plucked a flowered star the curve of space defined his face and gaze so bright and new stars of space sparked his face and gave a saviour’s hue Submitted 15 days 5 hours ago.

These are a Few of my Favorite Things and Why - Ella Camp
Smiles on the faces of people I meet.- People who frown are sad, mad, or troubled The shuffle and movement of four dancing feet.- Couples who dance are communicating in rhythm Books in lines and piles and stacks Books are like presents waiting to be opened - A cupboard of... Submitted 81 days 20 hours ago.

The Interesting Things One Can See on the Ovation Network - Melissa Swenka
A response to an Eating Art episode featuring Rembrandt’s painted depiction of an ox carcass. On the rugged wooden frame, red painted white gristle shines with hints of yellow and maybe burnt sienna. Tied by the legs, it might be hanging upside down. Without the head, we look toward... Submitted 261 days 5 hours ago.

Beauty Glows from Within (Poem) - - David Tanguay
“What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered.” Ralph Waldo Emerson Before we cut a weed from our garden, we must be sure we have studied it closely and wholly. For within the make up of a common weed there may lay a beautiful flower. Just as some... Submitted 313 days 9 hours ago.

If You Could See Your Beauty - Sydney Harrell
If you were half as kind to yourself as you are to others Perhaps you could stand tall And if you didn't judge yourself with other people's eyes Perhaps you wouldn't feel, and then appear, so small. If you loved yourself with unconditional love And saw the beauty of your being In your... Submitted 1 year 65 days ago.

Sing a Song of Sixpence for a Lullaby - Drunken Mystic
I always enjoyed this rhyme through my years of school and I enjoy singing it even today. It sounds very melodious, pure, and the childlike flow of words and sequence of rhythm touches me somewhere inside and feels like I can connect with the younger part of myself. My sister used to sing this... Submitted 1 year 65 days ago.

In The Mosques Of Middle East - David Pekrul
There are good and lovely people in the mosques of Middle East, And so many are sincere who worship at the Budda's feet, And the ones who quote Confucious feel that what he says is true, While some others feel that what will count is all the good they do. There are some who say they're... Submitted 1 year 98 days ago.

A Little Naked Button - - David Pekrul
I saw a little button that was cute as it could be, And every time I looked at it, I thought it winked at me, It sat upon the centre of a very perfect frame, A girl so sweet and pretty, but she didn't have a name. I watched that little button, just to see what it would do... Submitted 2 years 127 days ago.

A Winter Lament - - David Pekrul
As I sit among the willows, And I feel the wind that billows, I will wrap my scarf around my neck and face, Still I shiver and I shudder, When I try to talk, I stutter, And against the freezing breeze I try to brace. It was pleasant in... Submitted 2 years 129 days ago.

Digital Music - - David Pekrul
You may not understand the feelings behind this poem if you have never listened to digital music, or what is referred to as electronic music. It is certainly not something that I would feed on daily, but it certainly can get the juices flowing. Digital Music Submitted 2 years 130 days ago.

A Day of Shame - - Kian Ultan Andrew
A Day of Shame A day of shame, righteous I'm not Mouth full of lies, head full of rot Submitted 2 years 137 days ago.

Unseen Things - David Pekrul
I find that what I don't see is often more profound than what I do see. No, I haven't become some sort of mystic, I just believe that God has created a universe far beyond what man can imagine, and that what I can see, touch, smell and taste is just the surface layer of what He has created. ... Submitted 2 years 156 days ago.

The Ember's Pride Made An Ash Out Of Him - - David Pekrul
There he sat among the ashes, thinking he was, oh, so good, Just a tiny glowing ember that was once a piece of wood, And he thought that he was better than the embers there that day, But, alas, he didn't know that soon his pride would turn him gray. There were many other embers that were... Submitted 2 years 322 days ago.

My Name Is Frosty - - David Pekrul
Now, I was born in winter-time, When days were short and cold, And I must live in winter-time, To make sure I grow old. And though I love a sunny day, With warmth upon my face, The sun would melt my life away, And of my self erase. My life is such a simple one, I started as a flake, But... Submitted 3 years 188 days ago.

If Only for a Moment (a poem of healing) - - Teresa Ortiz
They didn't tell me you had a beating heart; they told me you were a mass of tissue. They didn't tell me I would cry for you 24-years later, they told me it was nothing-you were nothing. The room was cold-so-so cold. Just relax, they said, there's nothing to it. Staring in... Submitted 3 years 214 days ago.

How Come You Don’t Know How come? (Poem) - - David Tanguay
I remember a few years ago I was sitting in my kitchen getting ready for work. My nephew who was only five years old at the time was talking to my sister in-law. She answered a question from him and then he replied with a question "how come?" she said, "I don't know how come" then he said... Submitted 3 years 309 days ago.

God Shed His Grace On Thee (Poem) - - David Tanguay
She was conceived and born to men who understood A new nation deriving from ideals for the common good Her laws and rules - set guidelines for us to live by Living freely in a land we could not deny Free to follow our dreams wherever they may lead The pursuit of happiness was inscribed - in her... Submitted 4 years 17 days ago.

Election Year 08 (Poem) - - David Tanguay
The time is drawing nearer - the time to cast our vote. Those running for office are at each other's throat. A seat in the oval office is what they seek For the title of commander in chief - so to speak Promises, promises, that's what we all hear However, will they deliver if... Submitted 4 years 28 days ago.

My Soul is Tormented - Rodney Biamby
My Soul is tormented and I cannot take flight, alone in a room overwhelmed in the fight. My struggle goes on night after night, no relief only pain, so goes my plight. Perhaps, I'll sleep early and fool all my pain, but the torments still haunt me I'm awaken again. Tossing... Submitted 4 years 34 days ago.

Love Is Indeed a True Obligation (poem) - - David Tanguay
Love can hurt, love can haunt, and love can be extremely cruel Love can make us convert, make us want, and make us try To live by the golden rule Love is not learned in our schools, nor is it required By our laws We are born with this precious gift - woven into all of Our... Submitted 5 years 14 days ago.

The Birthday Card - Fran Larson
She places the Birthday Card carefully On her bejeweled dresser top That’s where she keeps her treasured things The things that mean a lot. Oh, I don’t mean things that are costly Or things that are worth their weight in gold, What I mean is things that hold a story... Submitted 54 days 6 hours ago.

Spring Is Here To Help You Celebrate Change - Fran Larson
Tender green leaves on my Chinaberry Tree Sprouting eager grass impatient neath my feet. Reminds me another season has past And that seasons do not ever last As the March breeze sweeps and kisses my face It ushers in the sweet orange blossom aroma with grace. The woodpecker... Submitted 78 days 9 hours ago.