"kathy" poems
Santa's Lazy Elf
Five more days till Christmas,
Santa and his crew
were working overtime making
children's dreams come true .
Singing carols, whistling tunes,
as the hours ticked away,
except for little Edison
the elf that went astray.
Instead of making toys
in Santa's assembly line,
he was hanging out with Rudolph
beneath the snow capped pines.
As Mr. and Mrs. Santa Claus took
a look around,
they noticed lazy Edison
was nowhere to be found.
They decided they'd had enough
this elf will surely be fired,
scratched their heads and
realized another must be hired.
Dasher heard them talking
and thought this can't be so,
never in elf's history has
someone had to go.
He searched the winter wonderland
and under the Northern Lights
Edison and Rudolph were
frolicking in flight.
He said "Come down from there
your behavior's a disgrace,
Christmas Eve is almost here and
you're about to be replaced.
Edison soon realized his days
of slacking were done,
that there'd be consequences
for goofing off and having fun.
He knew he had no place to go
if Santa didn't let him stay
his heart began to pound,
as Rudolph ran way.
He hurried as fast as he could
to tell Santa he was wrong,
beg him for forgiveness
and show him he belonged.
As the other elves were caroling
he tried to sneak inside,
but Santa saw him coming out of the
corner of his eye.
He placed his hands upon his hips
and firmly shook his head,
"What shall I do with you
my elf," Santa firmly said.
"I see you when you're sleeping
I know when you're awake,
did you not read your history book
he said for goodness sake!"
Santa soon forgave him cause
his heart is made of gold,
and Edison became the
hardest worker I am told.
The moral of this story is
we all must do our part,
and jolly old St Nick has always
had a heart.
Merry Christmas to all of you
on this holiest of days,
may all your dreams come true
as you gather and celebrate!
Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © December 2013
All Rights Reserved
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC
There once was an old man from Nantucket
Who spent his life kicking a bucket.
Then one day unaware
He had found nothing there
A garden ended his journey and arose he did just to pluck it.
...Take Time To Smell The Roses #1
Kathy S. Dillard
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 6:44 PM UTC
Yucky Chucky Tucker
Yucky Chucky Tucker was smelly as can be,
he never took a bath and hardly ever brushed his teeth.
Everywhere he went he left an odor in the air,
and Yucky Chucky Tucker never combed his hair.
His hands were always ***** cause he played with stinky worms,
he never cared if he got sick, he wasn't afraid of germs.
He didn't have a lot of friends except for one or two,
till Yucky Chucky Tucker met little Linda Sue.
Linda was quite pretty, an awesome sight to admire
and Yucky Chucky Tucker would give anything to sit by her.
But he'd have to make some changes and what I mean by that,
Yucky Chucky Tucker would have to take a bath.
He'd have to wash his hands and scrub his ***** face,
and to clean his stained up yellow teeth would take a tube of paste.
He'd have to wash his hair at least a dozen times,
to remove the terrible build up of sticky greasy grime.
Then Yucky Chucky Tucker would have to change his clothes,
sprinkle on cologne and find a bright red rose.
And maybe if he's lucky little Linda Sue,
might take another look at him and think he's really cute.
Funny how a pretty girl can change the way you think,
cause even Yucky Chucky Tucker washed away his stink,
All to catch the eye of little Linda Sue,
besides, her daddy owned a toy store, now what's a boy to do?
Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 7:59 PM UTC
Youth runs hot, shinning souls consumed by desire.
On a search, they look for love to acquire.
But life walks by and shine does fade,
And all are in a masquerade.
It is as Heathcliff and his Kathy, they lost their love for pride.
If ether one had shown their face, would Kathy be his bride?
But life walks by and scars are made,
And all are in the masquerade.
Will you be as Ahab was, relentless for his whale.
If he had looked without his mask, would wind still hold his sails?
But life walks by and some do die,
And still goes on the masquerade.
Or will you be as the Phantom, searching for Christine.
But in the end it is Christine that finds true beauty hidden.
But life walks by and some scars fade.
And still some play the masquerade.
I beg you live your lives with passion, don't give yourself to fear.
For it is in life's darkest hours that true beauty does appear.
To look beyond life's ugly scars, to see a heart in all it's pain...
And love despite.
Do search you for your strange duet, and be not afraid to lift his mask.
For therein is where true beauty lies... And life walks by.
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 3:57 PM UTC
The Robin And The Crow
A robin and a crow were perched upon a fence,
an unlikely combination but they seemed to be good friends.
Standing in the mid-day sun each on a separate picket,
basking in it's rays while staring at a cricket.
The crow looked very hungry the robin seemed content,
so he flapped his shiny wings and to the ground he went.
The cricket saw him coming and jumped away in a flash,
searching for some camouflage in an open field of grass.
The crow was disappointed outsmarted once again,
so he flew back to his perch and asked his feathered friend.
"Have you had your dinner tell me would you mind"
"I wondered if you'd share with me, could you be so kind?"
The robin fanned his wings and said "come follow me"
To his nest they flew at the top of an old oak tree.
Together they shared a feast the robin caught that day,
then they fell asleep passing the time away.
There's a lesson to be learned from the robin and the crow,
and carry this knowledge with you where ever you may go.
Friendship is a special thing it's always nice to share,
it shows the good inside of you so people know you care.
Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC
Remember Me
If I were to leave this world today I'd want to be remembered its true,
for going that extra mile just to show my love for you.
I'd want for you to be proud of me and know I always tried,
when you hurt I did too, your tears I also cried.
I'd want you to be compassionate to never turn away,
from someone who might need a hug or encouragement one day.
I'd want you to know I'm sorry if I ever caused you pain,
I hope you'd learn from my mistakes and
forgive me just the same.
There are no second chances when God
says it's time to go,
we only have today to let our feelings show.
Remember this when you say your prayers and count your blessings tonight,
and treasure every precious moment God gives you in this life.
Written by Kathy J Parenteau
copyright © Sept 2013
All rights reserved
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 6:20 PM UTC
A Prayer For Mama
My dear sweet heavenly father I come to you today,
with hope and faith I ask send an angel Mama's way.
I know her time is near and soon you'll take her home,
to stroll along the streets of gold where other angels roam.
It's hard to watch her suffer and slowly fade away,
help us all to understand give us strength I pray.
She means so much to all of us forgive me for my fears,
life will never be the same without her presence here.
My mother is my angel she taught me how to love,
and told me about you Lord and heaven up above.
When she crosses over and steps into the light,
tell her that I love her and when the time is right.
Meet me at the pearly gates where everything's brand new,
we'll walk across God's meadowlands where skies are always blue.
Somewhere beyond the sunset every now and then,
I pray she watches over me until we meet again.
Written by Kathy J Parenteau
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
Second Chances
How many out there believe
a second chance awaits,
tomorrow will soon be here
what your heart could have changed
you put off today.
How foolish we can be
the future we do not own
if only we could see
a glimpse of our heavenly home.
The message would be quite clear
there's lessons in this life,
second chances fools await
now's the time to make things right.
Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 03/12/2014
All Rights Reserved
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
Survival
Survival ignites our every breath
a force that dwells within,
no matter your situation
the fight for life will always win.
It lights a fire inside of you
giving hope in your darkest of days,
keeps your head above water
while riding life's turbulent waves.
Proof we're somewhat the same
in the master scheme of things,
I am me you are you
everybody dreams.
That time will never be over and
survival out reaches it's hands,
faith is a gift that keeps on giving
beyond what the heart can comprehend.
Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 04/15/2014
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC
Black and White
Imagine what the world
would be like,
if there were no colors
only black and white.
Could we still see beauty
would life be the same,
if the sky wasn't blue
and the leaves never changed.
The amber sunset's
luminous view,
that rose in the garden
kissed by the dew.
Eyes that sparkle
with blue and green,
God's pallet of love
never seen.
Imagine what the world
would be like,
if there were no colors
only black and white.
Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 07/19/2014
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 11:18 AM UTC
No regrets
Be who you are
let your purpose unfold,
there's nothing to fear
as your story is told.
May you walk in peace
and your conscience guide,
every step you take
in this journey called life.
Count your blessings
one by one,
when you've gone the last mile
and time is done,
may you walk into heaven
having done your best,
leaving this world with
no regrets.
Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 02/20/2015
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
How Grateful I Would Be
If I could have just one more day and
wishes did come true,
I'd spend every glorious moment
side by side with you.
Recalling all the years we shared
and memories we made,
how grateful I would be
to have just one more day.
Where the tears I've shed are
not in vain and only fall in bliss,
so many things I'd let you know
about the days you've missed.
I wouldn't have to make pretend
you never went away,
how grateful I would be to
have just one more day.
When that day came to a close
and the sun began to set,
a million times I'd let you know
I never will forget.
The heart of gold you left behind
when you entered Heaven's gate,
how grateful I would be to
have just one more day.
Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 10/5/2013
All Rights Reserved
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC
Echoes Of Yesterday
Echoes of yesterday are glorious
memories it's true ,
frozen moments in time
shadows of love shining through.
Pathways to our future leaving
footprints guiding tomorrow,
by those who've walked before you
through times of joy and sorrow.
It's easy to sometimes forget
as we struggle day by day,
the heart is a constant reminder
every beat an echo of yesterday.
When you least expect it an image
can instantly flash,
bringing a smile and tear at times
remembering those who have passed.
Maybe that's our greatest treasure
it's no secret what God can do,
echoes of yesterday are beacons
of love that carry us through.
Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © Feb 2014
All Rights Reserved
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
Ace Of Spades
This is your life, the hand
you've been dealt,
dance the dance live it well.
They'll always be others
less fortunate than you,
who've walked into fires
you've never been through.
Yet still find hope in
the darkest of days,
taking time to celebrate.
Counting their blessings
one by one,
knowing when the day
is done.
Tomorrow will be here soon
enough,
it's course may be rocky
the road may be rough.
You may not hold the
ace of spades,
and things you dream of
might seem far away.
Nothing is ever out
of your grasp,
faith can move mountains
erasing the past.
There is always hope!
Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 03/14/2015
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 8:14 PM UTC
What You'll Reap
I got stabbed in the heart today
not the first time in my life,
betrayal stepped into my world
and cut me like a knife.
Forced to understand
the nature of my pain,
struggling to overcome
the past and what remains.
My soul is different than yours
I still love you and forgive,
that's how I make sense of this
life, I've only one to live.
Today my heart might bleed
tomorrow heaven knows,
Life's to precious to harbor anger
what you reap you'll surely sow.
Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 06/16/2015
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC
The Power Of Self Worth
Love yourself and see your beauty
before others take a glance,
let your light shine always don't wait for a second chance.
You only have today
who you are can change tomorrow,
go the extra mile forget
about life's sorrow.
The things you work the hardest for
have a pay off in the end
learn first to love yourself,
because then and only then.
You'll finally understand
your purpose here on earth,
love yourself and celebrate
the power of self worth.
Written By Kathy J Parenteau
05/23/2014
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 9:12 PM UTC
My Treasure Box
My treasure box may never
behold
precious metals like
silver and gold,
It's contents are simple
worthless to most
but still I'll cherish
until I grow old.
My mother's voice
on an old cassette tape,
I listen as I journey
to work every day.
A butterfly pin made
only of brass,
that once was my Grandmother's
way back in the past.
To the world they're worthless
but for me a treasure,
no price tag attached
mine forever.
My Grampa's poetry every
verse he wrote,
though the lines have faded
I remember them so.
My treasure box may be simple
it's true ,
filled with gifts from the heart
and memories too.
The things that matter most
in this life,
can never be bought
no matter the price.
Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 06/28/2014
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 6:30 PM UTC
The Siren song
Sung by the Sea
Sounded so much
Sweeter
Before the boy
Was born.
Truth be told,
I was born that day as well.
We shared our first breaths.
Delicate and enduring atmosphere.
Sweetest, most overlooked element:
OXYGEN
Awoken our lungs
And spread life out
Through our
Fingers,
Toes,
Tears.
(His were louder,
Mine were longer)
We shared more than
rarefied air that day;
Excitement.
Confusion.
Love.
Fear.
Before I knew it
My Scorched sailor’s skin
Sought sanctuary
In
Landlocked love.
You see
The inconvenient, unfortunate, and unavoidable
Fact of humans is,
They like to eat.
And warmth is also nice.
Diapers.
And Kathy next door just got this great icebox and she says she doesn't know how she lived
without it and that in the long run it will actually save her money, what with buying in bulk and not
going to the store so often and leftovers.
So there’s that too.
So I work
Willingly, willfully
With wetness
On Back,
But not behind ears.
And my captain is a good captain,
A true captain.
Our pay is always waiting when and where promised.
Pennies are not pinched when providing rations.
He gave me this job out of the goodness of neighborhood.
But he has no child.
No wife.
Little reason to head to port,
And less to linger long.
I see my boy’s chestnut eyes in my dreams
And they act like the cruelest potion,
Which, when sipped
Leaves the drinker with only more thirst.
But there are dollars here,
And, what other skills do I have?
And, bellies are full.
I try not to complain.
Tonight,
I want the fireplace,
Roaring.
Our boy smiling, laughing
His cheeks having played chameleon
With the scarlet of our flag.
His mother;
Her eyes,
Outshining her hair,
Outshining the sun,
Scroll between our boy and the page,
As she reads his favorite book of tales.
He doesn't understand a word,
But I do.
We share an unnumbered smile.
He likes the pictures.
My mouth has tasted of salt for
64
Long
Days.
The ocean gives,
And the ocean takes away.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
Bi polar bear bouncing up and down
on a summer high one year
Got to walk the wall
in China before I wore those shirts
an excuse to use/not to wear
When I was getting perks
And reminding me to stay in line
how lucky that it is to get all of this
for nothing more than just a Kremlin kiss
Kathy's kissing in the Kremlin
Chatting after she had tea
And we're hiding from the KGB
Kathy's kissing in the Kremlin
And I went up to Alaska, the final frontier
Found a tent to defrost in Antarctica
Sunk to the bottom of the ocean floor
Where it is all lit up
and I rode the Himalayan Sky
Sold the pictures to the book with yellow trim
and
Kathy's kissing in the Kremlin
Flying there again. Kathy's kissing in the Kremlin
Kissing in the Kremlin
Kissing in the Kremlin
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
Mighty Oak
Stand tall oh mighty oak, for all the world to see,
your strength and undying beauty forever amazes me.
Though storm clouds hover above you,
your branches span the sky,
in search of the radiant sunlight you
count on to survive.
When the winds are high and restless and
you lose a limb or two,
it only makes you stronger, we
could learn so much from you.
Though generations have come and gone
and brought about such change,
quietly you've watched them all yet still
remained the same.
I only pray God give to me the strength he's
given you,
to face each day with hope, whether
skies are black or blue,
Life on earth is truly a gift
every moment we must treasure,
it's the simple things we take for granted
that become our ultimate pleasures.
Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/mighty-oak#ixzz32uVBp9qO
Family Friend Poems
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC
Sticks and Stones
Sticks and stones will
surely break bones
leaving scares we cannot hide,
but words can sting like bumble bees
when two wrongs simply collide.
Fractures can be fixed
while broken hearts reflect,
walls are built around the soul
if only to protect.
Sorry's such a simple word
though seldom ever said,
pride most often wins
harboring anger instead.
Sticks and stones we need not fear
it's the bruises we cannot see,
that hurt us must of all,
I honestly believe.
Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 03/13/2014
All Rights Reserved
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 7:22 PM UTC
Hungry, no breakfast again
Nosed pressed up to the screen door of the cafeteria
While the other children play
I watch and sniff the air while they eat
Wishing I had those soft, delicious rolls
That cold milk
I had bologna on white bread
And green Kool-Aid in a thermos
Always warm and unappealing by lunch time
Same thing every day
Once Kathy gave me a roll
And it made my day
Sep 18, 2009
Sep 18, 2009 at 6:27 AM UTC
My Mother My Angel
Once upon a time an angel held my hand,
She wiped away my tears and helped me understand.
Our time on earth is brief, there's lessons to be learned,
Each precious day God gives us another page is turned.
Every chapter full of memories, times of joy and tears,
Triumphs and defeats, through every passing year.
She loved us unconditional, always by our side,
When no one else would listen, in her we could confide.
With gentle words of wisdom she led us on our way,
Down the paths of righteousness if ever we did stray.
She saw the light in everyone and gave with no regrets,
Always from her heart let's us not forget.
Angels come in many forms, for me it is my mother,
With love I cannot say in words there'll never be another.
Every day I turn the page in my heart will ever remain,
Everything she taught me as I stroll down memory lane.
Thank you God for giving me the most priceless of all treasures,
Help my Lord to keep alive her memory here forever.
I pray that I can some day be everything she hoped I would,
That's she smiling down from heaven knowing she did good.
As we gather here today there's no ending to her story,
Another chapter has begun full of grace and glory.
Gods called her to his heavenly home, part of his great plan,
Although it may be hard, we all must understand.
Faith is what is hoped for, things we cannot see,
Heaven is promised to all of us if only we believe.
Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 2012
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
Prayers Unanswered
Prayers that go unanswered are heart
breaking it's true,
understanding comes in time
God has a plan for you.
Remember your first love
you prayed would never end,
look at what you have
today, far greater than back then.
Prayers may go unanswered
because what your asking for,
couldn't hold a candle to what
God has in store.
Every day we climb the staircase
one step closer to eternity,
prayers unanswered will be understood
yesterday's sorrows are windows
to perfection I believe.
Written By Kathy J Parenteau
05/18/2014
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC