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I'm a porclin frog on a lillypad eating flys you wish you had.

Sometimes eat a dragonfly i'm real quick when one flys by.

I'm still as a stone don't move my bones.

ZAP *

Dragonflys are good and tasty too.

GOD made me to eat them how about you ?

They fly like a hilocopter.

Turns my belly into yummy yum yum !

Get your own food ya bum.

I'm back to my house flys you guys.

BYE BYE; PLEASE BUY ME FROM THIS STORE.

I'm a porclin frog on a lilly pad.

Buy me from this store or you'll wish you had.

-Marshall​

 

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Happy together part 2

We are loving the day. Our troubles melt away. Moving to the back of our mind. Lets run and see what we can find. I found a seashell, I found a starfish. Lets throw them back in, and make our wish.

My wish is a kiss........that is something I miss,from you my lovely one. Did you check for any spies and should I close my eyes, my sweetheart and only love. The coast is clear my dear.....pucker up. Mmmmmm. Wow, that was some kiss. Was it because of our wish that we made to God up on high ?

I'll tell you my wish when I threw the starfish; my wish was for yours to come true. That is perfect my love and God up above has granted a kiss, such a memorable dish through you.

Now put on your hood and gather some wood and I'll get the food from the car, it's not far. Your campfire is nice I've forgotten the price of these Marshmallows beer and steaks.

Turn the radio down and hear the sound of foghorns off in the distance. Gods stars are coming out and the Moon is showing his face. I've never known the exsistance of such a finer place. Cuddle me closer and hand me a beer. My finest place is to have you near.

 

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I'd climb a thousand mountians
I'd swim a thousand seas
Only to be with you

And standing on the highest mountian
let it ring out loud and true I love you

The pearl of great price you are to me
the capstone of a thousand dreams that could never be

Return to me your love and I will begain to see what life is really for
This open door
I want to soar with you To make life's dreams come true

I want to make your green eyes sparkle like an emerald in the sand
I want to say to all the Earth that I'm your man
What is this feeling that's flooding my brain and lifting me up to a higher plain

I've said my prayers and made my dares please feed these embers to make us members of loves great hall of fame.
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I'm humbled before you GOD
in your majesty I am awed.

Yet in the beginning you wanted me for a friend.
Such a friend you had in mind one loving wise and kind.
Like Jesus whom you sent to a tree, to ransom me.
You really wanted me. How can it be ; GODS only son sent
to die on a tree from sin set free and stamped his countenance
on me remade by dying my spirit buying you shaped me to
become like thee.

Your precious gifts you give so as a friend we live in mortal
frame yet still the same as Jesus. Not as a worm but with a face
as Adam and Eve who fell from grace. Adams family one day
carried away with Jesus Christ to live with thee. I dance before you
GOD on this now blessed sod. Jesus wore the crown of thorns and
broke the curse from the garden. Oh how great is our pardon.
After our death or that blessed day sin death and hell will be wiped away.
We will walk once again with GOD as our friend as Adam did in the garden.


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I'm in the mood.

The mood I'm in is one of love. Your my angel from above.
Sit with me, and I will write you a poem.

A poem of love is here today.
My dear sweet love don't turn it away. Please come with me my dear
and see what we will find, rest your mind, close your eyes.
Lets climb the highest highs.

Let my poem rapture you.
You will know when it is through. I love you ever more because of this.
Nothing can close that door. And more and more and more.It is my soul thats tangled up in you.
The better man I am because of you, because of all the little things you do.

You are the queen of my castle. With your braided golden tassle.
That hangs above the lace around your neck. You have a silver locket,
my picture in its pocket, and around my neck a strand of golden hair.

We pledged our love together in spite of storms foul weather. I still can feel
your shivering warm embrace. You are still one in a million, your beauty
is a jewel in, the tapestry of loves own pearly shell.

Now for loves final bell.
There is only this I'll tell. A thousand cuts I've suffered for you my sweet reward.

 

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She asked me do all your poems rhyme

Do all my poems rhyme. I quickly went through them all and was stunned. Yes They do. I put a rhyme in each line in some of my poems. Thank you I said were it not for that remark I'd have been a slave to rhyme and rhyming for rhymes sake and not the poem.

And where are the poems of sadness bereavement and death.She said. I sent her poems of love and humor and GOD. What better themes then these for one who is sure that death has no sting. And yet sorrow is a powerful theme perhaps I should culture it more.

You have opened my eyes my friend my shallow rhymes are fine but a depth is food to the soul. I was giddy with mans freedom and neglected his duty to GOD and the muse. Now I see why the Greeks had tragedy and comedy masks to symbolize theater, both are needed to understand life.

 

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In the evening
when the day is done.
I pause and reflect and give thanks to the One.
Jam and bread is needed and a little tea.
A solace for the soul a little reward for me.

I reflect on the cross once again.
How Christ set us free from our sin.
I think about the thorns upon His head.
And the jam tastes sweeter on my bread.

1st and 2nd Peter tells the story.
How Christ set free the captives in His glory.
He gave them gifts and set them free to heaven.
He preached the gospel how all men are forgiven.

Jam and bread and the words that He said.
Help me reclaim my busy day.
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Holy Spirit rain down on my soul
Come renew me living through me making me whole.
You send the fire from heaven
to burn away all my shame.
I am free in your glory.
I will never be the same.

Holy Spirit rain down on my soul.
You speak to me in a still voice.
My mind is yielded to you.
Open the floodgates of glory,
like a river pour through.

Holy Spirit rain down on my soul.
I can't believe all your goodness.
My questions Jesus satisfies.
You gave me Gods Holy Spirit
to cleanse my soul from satan's lies.

Holy Spirit rain down on my soul.
Holy Spirit rain down on my soul.​

 

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Every morning at 6 O'clock she is waking up.
Got to get down catch the bus by the road now she waits by the coffee shop
sipping her tea. She is waiting for me.

Every morning at 6 O'clock I am waking up.
Got to get down catch the bus by the road ,with my thermos of cream, I trade for a chocolate mocha, I get for free. She is waiting for me.

Now my eye catches her eye and she smiles. Waving softly to me. I am happy to see her face be open and yearning for me. She was waiting for me.

We chitchat and stand so close to each other and finish our drinks, and now we hold hands. I take my time and lean in for a kiss. She was waiting for me.

Here comes the bus right on time as usual causing a fuss as we comb back our hair. Bob comes to a stop,inside the bus we hop. He was waiting for us.

We hobnob with Bob. Til he says when are you tying the knot ? We laugh and say look what we bought. A promise ring round our ring fingers. Bob nods. He was waiting for us.

We are both 22 and how do you do. Our friend Bob is still driving the bus. We talk 'bout our kid and the things that we did, til its time to get off of the bus. Bob nods. He was waiting for us.

 

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Should I soar with eagles wings over trees and mountains ?
Or should I stand here with you, unafraid and confident.
Having done all to stand, with the light of God to guide me.

I choose to stay with you and climb a mountain tall.
Trod over a desert small. Catch trout under a fall.
Sail an ocean with you in our ketch with the wind.

Mother nature and you.

 

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Holy mountains made by God.

Time has worn you down, yet the earth has pushed you up.

I ski down your slopes, I play in your rivers of cascading white.

I river raft in your canyons and throw snowballs at my friends.

Your colors in the fall in trees of green inspire me to heights of glory.

Cathedrals of arching branches with yellow and red and green.

Rocky ,Cascade and Sierra Nevada. Yes the west was blessed.

I love these mountains, I want to live forever, yes forever in them.

Heaven on Earth, a glorious place seeing the stars and outer space.

Holy mountains made by God you dumped your glory here, isn't that odd.​

 

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Before the world was I am.
Before the mountains and the trees I am
Before mankind and the angels were I am
Before all that is and was I am.
Jesus said I am and the soldiers fell back.
I AM THAT I AM he said to Moses.

God was and will always be free and full of love.
Kind and long suffering, the fullness of everything.
My God does not forget us, he sent his Son to die for us.

We shall reign with him forever nobody can ever sever.
We are a part of him and Jesus is the limb of the tree of Gods plan.
He was God and he was man. And we walk in his footsteps Gods plan.
Fruition will come at the end of all things. We shall be one it is done. ​

 

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Little birdy in a tree
flashing sparkling eyes at me.
Curious eyes that make me smile.
Strong in soul and void of guile.
Do not fly please stay awhile.
You bring me joy ,you make me smile.
Little brown bird how can it be.
You've got the time of day for me.
My work is done as you can see.
I'm drinking my favorite Earl Grey tea.
Little brown bird with yellow beak.
In high pitch voice I hear you speak.
Singing a song so proud yet meek.
Now fly away beyond the creek. ​

 

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Superman shining on CBS ,ABC & NBC
shining there for all the world to see. What a sight a man can fly.
Faster and higher then you and I. What a coup for television.
Send you scrambling for greater vision. I see it now he came to save us. From our foes and our lackluster lives. Lock up the kids and grab your wives.
Its true there's going to be a fight tonight. First the terrorists their going down
,next the criminals if any are around. Bullet proof and strong as steel listen to the young girls squeal. Superman is on the way night or day get out of the way. My hero inspires me to say were safe at last forget the past , never again to fear Superman is here , go ahead throw that spear. Try your sword to no avail soon you will began to pale then you'll see that you will fail. Superman will crush the foes , SLAM a right cross in the nose. Then high away my man will fly goodbye , goodbye we are safe again he sees it all with his X-ray vision he hears it all hes got a mission. As fast as light he will travel the world hes smart as a whip he knows what to do he'll save us he'll save me & you.Hes Superman.

 

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Beyond the clouds
Pink and gray the sun can't find its way
they hide the light of day they shine with glory at crack of dawn.
they are red and gold at sunset. Drifting clouds in mid day light hide the stars at night. Keep the earth warm and humid never doing any harm unless a funnel cloud rips your world apart, hurricanes crashing into the ground throwing things around but now high and streaming and lite blue, letting the sun through. Those are the clouds I like I see them in the mountains when I hike. Glory in the sky shaped like waters foam ,across the field of sky they roam. White high clouds piled high in the mountains. Spilling rain in the desert making flowers bloom. Flashing lightning crash KABOOM. They make it hard to see in fog they hide the ship, hear the foghorn ? Misty morning dew is covering you in fog evaporating quick and making water, a home for beaver and otter. Clouds that are shaped like faces of all types and races. Guess what that one is I don't know ,its up to you Clouds are made of CO2 and water vapor I read it once in some paper, but reading it and watching it are different. A thing i'm happy for; all the joy clouds bring.​

 

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Daisy's, Buttercup's, Dandelion's & Clover
covering the golden sunlit field.
Yellow and white and green green grass.

What a pretty sight for a little girl.
She is making Daisy chains and laughing.
While her older brother does cartwheels.

The flowers don't mind, they just grow.
Real slow they grow tossing in the wind.
Asking where ya been ? I missed you.

They walk hand in hand through the flowers.
Bees don't mind them they don't mind the bees.
Down to the trees by the creek. They speak.

Lets give mom our flower chains , oh look its
going to rain. With clouds moving in they depart.
What a start to the day walking to the bay.
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Dirty mud or sandy beach, grass or astroturf

I've played them all so many games even in the surf. Nerf ball

rubber ball, and good 'ol pigskin leather, I love to play football, even in

foul weather. Football since 1st grade on when everybody's a running back.

By 5th grade we moved on to grade school football proper. With a coach a

team a referee and people in the stands. From then on, to church city league

where I currently am playing. I've loved the game the simple game the game

Called football. Football is like a battle or chess its brawn and finesse it takes

smarts and pure animal instinct. Fast muscle twitch moves and the bulldozer

moves on the line. The glory and the boring run game, high scoring offense

tough defense. Its all there in the game, whatever you want, its my game my

favorite game on earth. For what its worth I hope there's football in heaven.

 

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In the cool of the morning I begin to work.

With a thermos of coffee I see through the murk , the fog outside is damp and cold.

The stiffness in my bones says i'm getting old. My trusty shovel and my cowboy boots.

And some young saplings I dig up by the roots. Its not hard work the soil is sandy.

The burn pile is close and the wheelbarrow is handy. So I dig up the saplings, alder I think.

They will make a nice fire I pause for a drink, my coffee is good a special blend.

"That's a wake me up." I say to myself, "really strong and hot",feels good in my blood.

Now i'm ready to stomp through the mud ; last nights rain made mud in the soil.

It makes it messy for my daily toil, I look around i'm almost done. The clouds are gone I see the sun.

My last load and I throw it on the pile then tools in the shed but I pause for a while.

I feel good and breakfast is cooking its going to be a great day and I stand there looking.

Then my wife calls me in for a feast, pancakes and bacon and eggs at least. The sun is shining and I whistle a tune and wonder what i'll do at noon.