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A Title,
A Word, A Phrase
And see how quickly it draws
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 To
write out a poem, is easy for me, they roll through my
fingers as quick as can be.
So to set out a price seems crazy and hard, which is why
I'm including them in any gift card.
But if you just need a poem for any old day, and would
like to ask me how much you should pay,
All I can tell you is it's up to
you, whatever it's worth, is what will be due.
If you don't like your poem don't pay a thing, but if you
do like your poem then high praises do sing.
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The
Traveling Texans
Copyright 2005
T'was the center of Texas
we were driving through,
When the fog came down as
thick as pea stew
When the night was
eternal, the stars were asleep,
The moon had gone down
but the sun hadn't peeped.
We were making our way to
the north and the west,
Driving for hours, we
were doing our best
A caravan trailing
bringing the rear,
We were the leader, so no
body fear
We started our trek in
the mid of the night,
We had miles to pass with
no end in sight
Hours to get there, time
frames to break,
Friends to visit and
tradeshows to make.
About seven-o-clock the
sun starts to rise,
And it brightens the road
to our weary old eyes
And it clears up the fog
and it brightens the land,
And it lifts up the
spirits of our three-car band.
About nine in the morning
our stomachs aware,
The sound of it growling
was quite a big scare
We searched for a
restaurant, but none in the land,
It's the middle of
nowhere just a lot of white sand
So we're poking along.
We're leading the pack,
It's a one-way shot and
we can't go back
It's a test of our skills
our will power too,
And we all must make it;
we've got to get through...
Due to the length and time it took to
write this poem,
If you would like to read the rest of
this story,
please contact:
Kathleen J. Shields |
 T'was the night before Christmas
and all through
our house,
Sounds of Beni rang out
as he chased his toy mouse.
Lady was nestled all snug on her couch, Dreaming
of cookies as her tootsies stretched out.
Tucker bounced playfully
so light on his paws,
As Quackers his chew toy
squeaks out from his jaws.
Our turtles swim slowly looking out from the
water,
Saying their prayers that the weather'll get hotter.
Bert's on his phone just talking away, looking
forward to presents he'll get Christmas Day.
I look out the window at the sparkling lights,
A
rainbow of colors filling the night.
I say one last thing as I turn out the light,
Merry Christmas to all
and to all a good night!
Copyright 2004
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A
Mission of Ambition
I'm
standing by my window sill,
a dream that is so real
ambitions towards an uptown life,
a classy kind of feel.
One
day this view, it shall be mine,
some day my dream will
shine
fore
if this dream exists in me;
it's part of the grand
design.
It
takes true perseverance
to succeed in all your goals,
one
of which; to find true love,
a love within your souls.
Within this life you've found each other,
a devotion
worthy of:
adoration and affection,
to share your growing love.
Your
anniversary is the perfect time
for expressing your
affection,
it's
obvious the two of you
have quite a deep connection.
So we
send congratulations;
and heartfelt wishes too,
for
joyful happy years ahead
in everything you do!
Copyright
2006, Kathleen J. Shields
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Father's Day Poem
Imagination is key when thinking
about you,
so much to the person, so much,
who knew?
A typical man in a typical time,
wouldn't know what to say in
this silly ol' rhyme.
Your an amazing man and a pretty
great dad,
which is why this day makes me
so glad,
For it truly is the best day of
the year,
when it comes to the father I
hold so dear.
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Christmas Gift - Bath Basket
With the holidays fast
approaching, so much on your mind,
make some time for
yourself this year, sit back and then unwind,
let go, put your feet up
and soak a bit, relax and take comfort in this:
"This basket is filled with the reason, to have a very enjoyable season!
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When I think of all of the things you
do; the ways in which you care,
I'm filled with a sense of gratitude
and pride that's always there.
I seldom take the time to tell you
what's really in my heart
so let me tell you thank you for the
wisdom you impart.
Thank you for the love you give, the
kind words and every prayer.
Thank you dad for listening and
showing me that you care.
Thank you dad for everything, you're
a man I can admire,
you're the one that I look up to for
all ideas you inspire.
Copyright
2006, Kathleen J. Shields
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My
Grandparents are so special.
Their love knows no bounds.
A MISSION OF AMBITION
I’m standing
by my window sill, a dream that is so real
ambitions
towards an uptown life, a classy kind of feel.
One day this
view, it shall be mine, some day my dream will shine
fore if this
dream exists in me; it’s part of the grand design.
It takes true
perseverance to succeed in all your goals,
one of which;
to find true love, a love within your souls.
Within this
life you’ve found each other, a devotion worthy of:
adoration and
affection, to share your growing love.
Your
anniversary is the perfect time for expressing your affection,
it’s obvious
the two of you have quite a deep connection.
So we send
congratulations; and heartfelt wishes too,
for joyful
happy years ahead in everything you do!
©
Copyright 2006, Kathleen J. Shields
A room
takes on a special warmth whenever they're around
For sixty
years they've shared their love, six decades they embark
on a
relationship paired by God; two hearts alive with spark.
I look at
them and all their love, and I pray to God above
that in my
life I have that chance to be so fortunate of.
This
anniversary takes dedication, a strength and caring bond
I guess
that's why it's represented by the flawless diamond.
So be proud
in this accomplishment, it truly is exceptional
you offer
us a lot of hope, and to me that is just wonderful.
Copyright
2006, Kathleen J. Shields
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An All-American Cowboy
By: Kathleen J. Shields Published in the Literary Magazine 1996
He wakes up in the morning after a short and restless night
And dresses for the day ahead and the fast up-coming fight.
He knows that what he needs tonight is to try his best to win,
But knowing it's the championship, he'll compete with many men.
A special buckle gold and bright and a pot of money, too,
Is the prize for a ride eight seconds long
- this he plans to do.
He showers, shaves and shines his boots, and gathers up his gear,
Then grabs his hat, heads out the door & makes one stop for beer.
It seems like forever that he's waited in line to enter his name & age.
He checks the draw and sees 13: the bull is
'Filled with Rage'
He stares down that giant bull to prove just who's more tough,
But the bull turns 'round, lifts its tail and dumps on all his stuff.
Yet, that won't stop this cowboy from winning all that dough,
The dream of winning that buckle keeps screaming
"Go Man Go!"
His name's called, and he starts to shake, as he walks up to the pin,
And he climbs aboard that one-ton brisket and ties himself in.
The bulls already kicking, determined to knock him off,
But this cowboy grips his bull rope tight and yips with a tiny cough.
Thunderbolt and whiplash spinning, that bull's rearin' to kill,
But this cowboy won't give up the rope, till he gets his 8-second fill.
One hand holds his butt upon that giant prime rib steak,
The other hand is high and proud for points he needs to make.
His eight seconds are over now, he lasted pretty long,
He might have made champion, if his guess isn't wrong.
He chain smokes while waiting, grabs a brewsky in a cup,
Then sits back and waits for the board to light up.
Third place is Johnson, second is Thor,
Then they pause for a second to tally the score.
"We had a tie for first place, but due to a spin,
one lucky ol' cowboy will be taking the win."
And the pot of money, and championship buckle goes to...
Copyright 1996, Kathleen J. Shields
All rights reserved. No part of this poem may be
reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or
otherwise, without written permission from the author.
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