Courge on a Walk

If I could just muster

Courage to trust her,

Trust her to tell her

What’s in my pocket.

 

A piece of the earth

Small, round, and of worth,

Symbolic of love

Held in a locket.

My Three Little Shadows

Three little shadows,
Watching, learning, growing.
One shadow is left.

Love Over Imperfections

I love you because, like a porcupine
Whose given hugs on Valentines,
Despite my poky spikes and tines,
Your love you've given, I'm yours, you're mine.

Reflections of a Funeral

Hold on to the memories of old,
For the Son is on the horizon.
May our time spent here,
On this temporal sphere,
Direct us towards life's destination.

Hubris And The Decalouge

Pride I've seen commonly subtle,
Not loud or obsien type of sin.
Other sins, Pride is the common,
Their origins have roots here within.

Idolitry, Adultry,
Dishonor, Disobediancey,
Coveting, murdering,
Stealing, and Blasphemy.
Forsaking the Saboth,
Not keeping it holy.
Not telling the whole truth,
Surrendering solely.

Pride is the strand woven through them,
An undertone cause in the fall.
Giving us liberous freedom,
Devoid of the consience of all.

Hubris Waits For Humble To Think It's Just That

Subtle I've seen Pride most common,
Not to say it cannot be loud.
Often we don't recognize it,
It's hidden as Humble, though Proud.

Lowly for notice,
Humble for acclaim.
Pride is succeeding,
When humble for fame.
Whispering, tempting,
Convincing supirior.
Bending and twisting,
Humblely inferior.

Seasonal Hikus Part IV.

A vibrant decent,
Leaves leaving, leaves laying.
Some call me Autumn.

Seasonal Hikus Part III.

Heated horizon,
Blurring visions of water.
Some call me Summer.

Seasonal Hikus Part II.

A feather, flash, flutter,
While orchestral chirpping.
Some call me Spring Time.

Seasonal Hikus Part I.

Enveloped in white
While time hibernates beneath.
Some call me Winter.

Complacent vs. Contentment- Be Greatful

Ungrateful, complacent,
In need of replacement.
Relent,
Be content.

Limerick Friday: Tucker

We have a pet dog whose named Tuck.
He rides in the bed of our truck.
He fell out one day,
Quite to our dismay,
Broke his leg, so our plans went a'muck.

'Twas The Day After Christmas

' Twas the day after Christmas, in one room of the house.
Everybody was tussling, even the mouse.
The stockings all torn from the chimney with haste,
The gifts from St. Nicholas all lay in a waste.
The adults were bustling, all stressed out with cares-
More greys they'd attribute to their turnings of hairs.

And Dad with no beanie, and I without cap,
Decided we'd best not to plan for a nap.
When all through the room the commotion subsided.
I sat on my bed, chance to ponder provided-
"The reason we get is because we've been given,
As was Jesus begot of our Lord up in heaven."

The Son of God given so that He could take
Away our offences all for His love's sake.
He was given to take, we get for He's given.
We've made out like bandits with all He's forgiven.
So here we take Christmas a time to recall,
The moment of birth which has started it all.

Living In Fear Gets One Nowhere

This baby bird
Just couldn't fly.
In fact it never
Gave it a try.
But then one day,
While in a sapling,
The limb gave way-
His wings went a'flapping.

He looked all around,
And saw that the ground,
Was quite far away,
He yelled out, "Hooray!"

"To think all this time
I've wasted in fear.
When push came to shove
The truth was quite clear."

Two Year Anniversary - Hiku

On earth we are one,
Twice we've traveled around the sun.
Family of three.

Haiku

The cutting of words
The seasonal reference
How to make haikus.

Epitaph

Born at the rightful age of none,
Lived out my life to total sum.

From the collection of untiled works by Jacob Hole

As we journey down our road,
Time catches up, turns us old.
As our journey nears it's end,
And we round the final bend,
When God dampens out the light-
Sweet dreams, sleep tight, and goodnight.

The Transplant Trading

It's a well accepted fact
That a human has but one,
Of the central beating muscles.
Because there's room for only one.

So, I've made some room inside me,
By removing of my own.
And holding out in front of me,
I will trade you it for your own.

I'll cherish and protect it
As the diamond rare and fine-
If willing to give me your heart,
Inversely your welcome to mine.

The Impediment Poem: Praxias, Stutters, amd Lisps

T-t-talking with a stutter
Causes words to s-s-suffer.
T-too many ph-phrases
Many problems it r-raises.

If I say, "I would like two-two,"
Or, "Yes, surely I will do-do,"
Meanings of the words ch-change,
And everyone thinks I am strange.

So before I go f-further,
I'll be silent, not a murmur.