RevRainbow

Well done with a difficult form.

Very enjoyable. Jabberwocky in its highest form!

Your poems have a mystique about them and are, how do I say it, deep. Continue on my friend.

When times I wake in darkest night, Sweat pouring from this sinful flesh, I cry to Jesus in my plight; He answers, and my soul doth rest. Oh Jesus, Lord, God's Son Divine, Thou art my bread; Thou art my wine; I'm grafted in the One True Vine, Now Thou art mine and I am Thine. When oft I'm doubtful of my worth To Him Who sits upon the throne, I see the Lamb Who conquered Death Whose blood was shed for my atone. Senseless, carnal fool am I To spurn His love and follow not the One for whom my sin did die: The Lamb of God without one spot. When death surrounds and many fall, I thank Him for His saving Grace; Through pain, affliction, tear and gall, My hope is this: to see His Face! Here am I, my Lord; my God, This vain and foolish earthen clot, I'm in Your Hands, You're in my heart, Thy Son I claim, what ere my lot!

I would not return any although sometimes I recycle some, I mean, there are some gifts I just dont know what to do with.

Oh gawrsh! Thank you.

When you can not sleep Don't lay there just counting sheep - Talk to the Shepherd!

good one.

farts, as....

To convey a thought In just a few words is hard but worth the effort. See what I can do after my morning coffee? How about you, Q? Holy Moley Q, this stuff is driving me nuts! Time to stop, I think. heh, heh, heh.

Homer Simpson tried it with the Church of the Fonz. You can always start a religion, but maintaining it, ahh, there's the rub.

Can one ever use iambic pentameter in a haiku poem?

How can I tell you deep thoughts in my heart and soul in just a few words?

Midnight coughing spell. Cigarettes doing their work within my black lungs. Coffee cup empty! Waiting for percolation is grounds for divorce.

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Archibald MacLeish, Dunstan Thompson, Carl Sandburg, J. Ogden Nash.

Well, I hope you stop thinking about it and start doing something about it!

I have no adequate comment.

We must never stop standing in the night gazing at the stars and hoping, for beyond them lies our destiny. Nice poem, Heart.

Yes, the heart of a true poet being expressed.

Thank you all for the encouraging responses. Nothing is better in the morning than a cup of coffee and kind words.

While walking through woodland splendor, I chanced upon a lily fair Whose delicate fragrance beckoned me; I gazed in wonder at the beauty natural, This small flower whose petals white, So tender to the touch did bestow; In my haste, it's loveliness to possess, Did pluck it unwittingly from its home. Alas, content not I to have enjoyed The radiance of my lily growing Where it would have blossomed on, I sadly watched the glory exceptional Of that precious life wither and die Within a time so short expired, By my own discontent, destroying life; My joy thus turned to sorrow multiplied For the thoughtless sin of selfish desire.

Nice one.