X-MAS POEM by: (me :)

The light of a Christmas tree

In the corner of a lonely room it stands,

Its glimmering essence all a-glow,

So simple and so plainly seen

its face it boldly shows

Its inner lights sparkling bright,

Like diamonds in a sea of green,

Their tiny bodies scattered and shining

a fire we cannot smother

glassy balls of red and green,

shimmering in the soft bright light,

turning and twisting, their ribbons firmly planted,

like grappling hooks on a mountain of pine

why do you stand so, Christmas tree?

why so still, yet moving?

so calming in the shadows of night

we look to you for joy

reassurance pouring from your warm glow,

your thousands of sparkling diamonds dancing,

all joining together in one perfect shine

a heavenly crystal you are

a strong cracked base decorated with the marks of time,

holds the shimmering body tall,

steadily upright the symbol stands,

un-stirring and motionless in the wildness of the dark

why do you shine so, Christmas tree?

what secrets do you hold?

you teach us well,

you show your light

you unfold to us lessons of love

unfailing and unbroken by the harshness of the world,

oh tower, standing strong,

undimmed by hate,

untouched by greed,

and shunning to the false realities of time

peace and life are your stronghold,

your motto, “good will toward men”,

you teach us well, oh Christmas tree,

show us your perfect glow

a shining star you hold up high,

un-shaking and firm you share its truth,

your goal is final and resolute,

‘the message” you cease to proclaim

oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree,

we crumble at your base,

teach us love,

show us life,

bring truth to all who gaze,

breathing in your endless shine.

Poem By: Me :)

Cold and mist are in the air,
Frost and wind fly everywhere,
My nose is red, 
My lips turn blue,
Warm rays of shining sun are few,

Some light is there, 
But not so bright,
Not hot as it was one Summer night,
The clouds move quickly,
Thin and swift,
Some small white dots begin to drift,

They fall in thousands,
One by one,
The warmth of light and air they shun,
Traveling quickly,
They float to earth,
The face of Winter makes its birth,

The freezing comes,
The ice turns thick,
The temperature drops so hard and quick,
All heat runs far,
Cold steals the scene,
And warmth is just a sharp "has been"

Yet although the seasons come and go,
Flowers and sunlight turn to snow,
If bright green leaves then fall to die,
When blue turns gray; light leaves the sky,

All grass turns brown,
All life is still,
Mother Nature acts upon her will,


Then Winter comes,
But it won't stay,
The buds of Spring are on they're way...

PLAYFUL POETRY

I got a big kick out of this ;) >>>>

Early one morning, late one night.
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other.
Drew their swords, and shot each other.
The deaf policeman heard the noise
And came and shot the two dead boys.
If you don't believe this lie is true,
Go ask the blind man, he saw it too

poem:

L - life giving
O - only dies when you let it
V - very surprising
E - ever growing

Christmas Poem:

Wind and Cold,
Snow and Chill,
Christmas is coming! It gives me a thrill!
Snowmen and CO-CO,
Games in the night,
Driving all around to see the Christmas lights!
Wrapping all the presents,
Singing all the songs,
I hear all the church bells: Ding dong ding dong!
Visiting your friends,
Cutting down a tree,
Christmas make me happier than I could ever be!
Praying to our Lord,
Wishing people well,
There are too many Christmas things than I can tell!


Laura
xo

POEM

A Beautiful life

Written by; Laura M. Dudich

01/15/09
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I roam the grassy pastures, galloping as fast as my legs can carry me. The warm rays of the sun splash upon my back, as do waves when they crash upon the seashore.

I leap over ferns and thistles, and am filled with happiness! My mane and tail fly as I cut through the air, and while I run, I hear birds chirping nearby, as they sing their joy so everyone can know their thankfulness.

In the evenings I eat the flowers that grow by the water's edge, and in mornings, I eat the sweet, fresh grass that is sprinkled with clear and refreshing dew drops.

I whinny, and give thanks to the Lord for He is good, and His mercy endures forever.

And He has given me a truly beautiful life!

A POEM TO SHARE

“The Holy Death”

Written By: Laura M. Dudich

03/29/09

I was there when they crucified my Lord,

I watched Him flinch when they crowned His head with thorns,

I saw Him cry, when they cursed Him and spat on His Holy face,

And when He gazed at me I felt His ever forgiving grace,

I saw Him fall while carrying that heavy tree,

The times He dripped with blood while they all laughed with glee,

I followed Him, and saw the women weep and cry,

HE STOPPED TO COMFORT them before soldiers pushed Him by,

I looked at Him and watched a HUMBLE woman wipe His head,

Then He, upon her simple veil, his image did embed

I watched Him trudge along that dry and rocky path,

He then beheld his mother and His trembling hand she grasped,

I saw Him glance into her eyes and then continue on,

to that nearby dismal hill, which He then stepped upon,

I watched them shove His weakened body on to that splintered cross,

And as they nailed his hands and feet He did not pull or toss,

I saw Him let them raise that tree so that he would die

they taunted, “If you are the Christ, why not take off and fly?”

I listened to his silence as he hung in agony,

But THEN HE cried out, “Father! Why hast Thou forsaken Me?!”

The soldiers played then for the robes which they had stripPed from Him,

While the women fell aT the foot of the cross aND the MENACING sky grew dim,

A CRIMINAL being crucified along-side of the Lord,

speaking evil things, Yelled out and cursed and swore,

But another thief THEN STRUGGLED TO LIFT HIS HEAD AND SEE

AND Cried “I deserve to die Lord!” remember and pray for me!”

CHRIST THEN SHOWED MUCH GREAT mercy, AND

these words FROM HIM DID COME:

“Truly, I SAY TO YOU THIS DAY, you will enter MY Kingdom!”

I saw my Jesus dying, oh! To free Him was my wish!

But while drawing his last breath He said

simply , “It’s FINISHED”.

I watched the soldier pierce His side with a long and jagged spear,

That He would still remain alive is what they all had feared,

I followed His Disciples as they carried Him to the tomb,

And that Holy Woman who had brought Him from her womb,

I stayed at a distance and saw them close the cave,

THEN WALK away IN SADNESS from The Savior’s Holy grave,

This man had borne the punishment for the sins of you and me

So that one day we might live with Him

for all eternity!