Ruby's for her hair

In the picture on the wall was a little girl.
Her smile lit up the room.
Her hair of gold made her face shine bright as the sun shined.
The hair piece was made of ruby's.
That shine so bright that even in the picture they looked so real.
curls in her hair turned just a little shade of red from each ruby

wait here Jesus is coming.
I don't know when.
but I have been told
That he is coming.
wait here Jesus is coming
Will he ride a donkey or walk across the open water.
could it be on a cloud that he rides.
or on a angels back as she flies.
wait here to see Jesus come.

Walking down the road one day.when i was joined by a man
He was wearing a cowboy hat and caring a old guitar.
He did say anything just smiled.
As we walked i could hear him start to sing.
The first song was i saw the light.Then he sang I'm so lonesome I could cry.
A short smile as he walked away.
I heard him say by the way my name is Hank
Then he was gone from sight.
Right the I knew who he was.

We bleed as a soldier is killed.
We bleed as a policeman gives his life.
We bleed as a child of many color die in the streets.
We bleed for the lost of a love one.
We bleed because we care.
We bleed because we ALL ARE AMERICANS
WE Bleed RED WHITE AND BLUE because IT IS IN OUR BLOOD

What does Santa do after Christmas day.
does he go back to work making toys again
Does he go shopping at Walmart?
does he take a vacation.
maybe to the Texas to a football game
or does he set at home watching the game on tv.
We never will know because he doesn't say.
for he wants to be left alone

What will 2017 bring?
will it bring joy to all ?
will it bring one of war?
What will 2017 bring.
Who Knows? It hasn't got here yet!

Where did the truth go?
Has it turn into a lie?
Where has it gone?
You hear the words which sound as truth.
But in the end it's all a lie.
the truth is passed from one to another.
by the time it gets back to my you
It's A lie and no truth.
Where did the truth go?
Only those that know will not lie
At least not the first time

Where frozen ember still burn
I find you are gone.
You may not come back.
In my heart is the place where frozen ember still burn.
The love we once had is all but gone.
Even when my heart is burning and even if frozen embers still burn.
The healing will soon be gone, but my heart is where the frozen ember still burn.
For you and only you the love of embers still burns in your cold frozen hear

Who are these poets that write.
There are many to know. Browning and Poe and Scott
Are just a few.
Love poems and funny poem they do write.
now we have new poets to bring to the top
Day, Alan Green and Hunt are a few
Well done poems they all write. A great read now and then.
These are the new poets of today.
read and enjoy them i do say
a comment is what they like to hear.
so read on, wow what a write!!

Whose shoes I wait to know.
I can't find the owner you see.
The shoes won't fit my feet
Boy do the shoes stink.
Whose are they we would like to know.
For if they are yours
Please wash your feet!!!

Who's knocking at my door?
I hear someone at the door.
But when I go I do not see one there.
The sound comes there once more.
Still no one there.
The door bell does not go off.
A knock I do hear.
I watch out the window once more.
And there to my surprise.
Was the old rocker hitting the shutter and the old cat rocking away.

Who will be president
I do not know but I hope it's not bozo.
it can be mickey.
mouse or even goofy.
as long as they run the government better than
who will be that person/ I do not know yet.
only days away and time is running out.
who will lead this country. will it be daffy duck or porky pig.
now you should vote for the best, just remember
I want to know who will it be, I know not me!!

Who will be president
i do not know but i hope it's not bozo.
it can be mickey.
mouse or even goofy.
as long as they run the government better than
who will be that person/ i do not know yet.
only days away and time is running out.
who will lead this country. will it be daffy duck or porky pig.
now you should vote for the best, just remember
i want to know who will it be, i know not me!!

Today I see babies born
Just to be torn and killed.
Thousands of young and old
Yelling why must I die.
I did nothing wrong.
Is it hate or is it joy
They don't know the fate.
Rwanda 's genocide killing all those that stand.
Swing clubs and machetes. Cutting them all down.
But they don't know why i must die they think.
The blood rolls in the streets.
Who can stop it we want to know
Peace is the answer not the dope.

Why won't you let my poetry be publish.
I would like to know.
I would like to share it on Facebook and twitter.
just for those to enjoy and comment.
I write to please those that read.
Pages after page for the joy.
Why won't you let them be publish on here??

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I want to know when it snows in Buffalo.
Will it be soon say around noon.
or of course it could be in June.
Liked to know if it's going to snow
or can I mow the lawn once more.
Can I make my thanksgiving pie.
or do I have to wait till July.
Well the fourth they say will be sunny and warm.
and I will see you all when the snow melts in Buffalo!!

Will she make me mad or will she make me sad?
Will she let me climb in or will she just make it the end?
Will she let me feel it all greasy and grimy
Or will she just not makes it the time.
And for all you ***** mind people.
It's a car I'm trying to get her in to gear

When I was little I just wanted to play football.
The kids in the neighborhood told me I was to small.
I dream of running on to the field and hearing the crowd cheer.
As I grew older, they said I wasn't strong enough to be played ball.
I ran fast but was not capable of keep them off.
The day came when I joined a college team.
I was to play and I knew my dream was there.
When I heard the crowd cheer.
As I got to the pro years.
I wanted once more with that question of mine.
Will the crowd cheer for me #12

The little flower grew a little each day. As I watched it out my window. So Pretty as it stood there all alone. Fall rain kept it alive as it feeds on the drops. When the snow started to fall it was so tall it was a pretty sight. A snow flakes, falling Oh, lightly covering it in a blanket of white. The days traveled so fast as I watch it grow. That as the spring sun hit it just right. Pretty pink lite up the snow. The wind blows just right and you see more of the winter flower

Here I sit with no place to go
All are quiet but the windy outside.
No tv the lights are out
The snow is falling as fast as I type.
The ground is covered with just a little snow.
While the laptop power is about to go.
No cars on the road the police calls for a driving ban.
Now I pray that it will stop soon.
For it's getting close to June.
What a winter storm we did have.
Only a half inch on the ground

You impress me with your smile.
One of happiness and joy.
You Impress me with your eyes.
That has seen tears of both joy and sad.
You impress me with your mouth.
That gives joy with the words you speak.
You impress me the most by saying" I Love you till i die

You write, you write till the words become a poem.
Long verse or short stories
You write, you write.
Maybe a song or a love letter to those that read.
You write you write it must be a joy.
To see the words you wrote in a contest to be judged.
You win a few you lose a few.
But you write you write till the ink runs out.