Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Monday, September 5, 2016
Tuesday, June 14, 2016
Friday, March 4, 2016
Friday, February 19, 2016
Wednesday, January 27, 2016
Saturday, May 23, 2015
Sunday, March 29, 2015
A True Blue Clue from Cade to You
Saturday, November 15, 2014
Thursday, April 3, 2014
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Short Story Challenge for Writers
I need a short short story, prose or poem using this illustration as the subject. Yes, that is me behind the helmet and Corky Velveeta in the landscape (...or is it?). The story chosen will be written in the white space within the illustration. The black space will hold the title and author's name. I can increase the white space for the copy but don't make it too long. Creativity, brevity and impact are the key ingredients. The winning story will be published separately on May 30, 2012. Thanks everyone, and have fun!
The winner will have an asteroid in the Pinwheel Galaxy named after them!
The runners up will have half an asteroid named after them from the Howdy Doody Galaxy!
The absolute worst story (which we will never mention) will have a cubic inch of space given to them from the Garbage Dump Galaxy in sector 873!
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Sunday, October 2, 2011
The Top Ten in Rhyme
The Ten Commandments in Rhyme
- Thou no gods shalt have but Me.
- Before no idol bow the knee.
- Take not the name of God in vain.
- Dare not the sabbath day profane.
- Give to thy parents honor due.
- Take heed that thou no murder do.
- Abstain from words and deeds unclean.
- Steal not, for thou by God art seen.
- Tell no willful lie and love it.
- What is thy neighbors do not covet.
And the New King James Version:
- You should have no gods but Me.
- Before no idol bow your knee.
- Don't take the name of God in vain.
- Don't dare the sabbath day profane.
- Give to your parents the honor due.
- Take heed that you don't murder too.
- Refrain from words and deeds unclean.
- Don't steal, for you by God are seen.
- Tell no willful lie and love it.
- What is your neighbors do not covet.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Piranha and Kin
Oh, gentle Piranha
With mouth open wide
In your waters
There's no place to hide
Bite me on the foot
Bite me on the hand
In a matter of seconds I'll be butchered like a dead cow at a hyena convention
With mouth open wide
In your waters
There's no place to hide
Bite me on the foot
Bite me on the hand
In a matter of seconds I'll be butchered like a dead cow at a hyena convention
Oh, gentle heretic
With mouth open wide
In your waters
There is poison with each tide
Looking for a victim
Looking for your prey
You should look both ways before crossing the street
'Cause you're about to be hit by a mega-ton eighteen-wheeler with a five-point engine, Calvinistic style.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Write for Christmas
Here is a little ditty I wrote in December of 2008.
I hope this inspires you to write one yourself.
Make it your wish list or just a funny list.
Just stay on key...please...and if
your voice warbles...
don't sing.
12 Days of Christmas (revised)
ON THE TWELFTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS,
MY TRUE LOVE SENT TO ME
TWELVE COMMENTARIES,
ELEVEN CHRISTIAN MAGNETS,
TEN CD'S PLAYING,
NINE KINKADE PAINTINGS,
EIGHT MAPS OF JOPPA,
SEVEN BOOKS BY CALVIN,
SIX SPURGEON SERMONS,
FIVE... TU-LIP... RINGS,
FOUR CHRISTIAN MINTS,
THREE PINK BOOKS,
TWO BIBLE CUPS,
AND A COPY OF THE SOVEREIGNTY OF GOD!
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Longfellow Poem Discovered
Here is a poem recently discovered in an old book at
the Library of Congress by Nakoma Linkletter.
The Song of Finneyhaha
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
by the crazy tent revival,
Stood Charlie, the old preacher,
Pointing with his finger westward,
O'er the people pointing westward,
To the purple clouds of sunset.
Fiercely the red sun descending
Burned his way along the heavens,
Set the sky on fire behind him,
As he posed with eyes a gleaming,
"I can create my own revivals,
With repentance if I choose to,
It's all about mathematics,
Heaven blessed and automatic".
So said Charlie while the sun set,
With its glare upon his features.
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