Come Light Our World

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

Come light our world, O Christ the son of Mary
Be born in us anew and fresh we pray
Oh may we take the time we need to tarry
At your birth place, and see God’s plans and ways
Oh may we take the time we need to tarry
At your birth place, and see God’s plans and ways

His light still shines ore all the world victorious
He is God’s gift, for all mankind today
The Mighty God, His love is reining ore us.
He shines on us, He lights our every way
The Prince of Peace, Emmanuel is with us
His light still shines; now let us walk His way.

Now may His light be brightly burning in me
May my life be a beacon of His love
May I now share the joys and peace He gives me
Where ere I go, I know He’s there above
His light is shining everywhere around me
Where ere I go, I know I walk in love

The Christmas Ring

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

It’s Christmas time

Listen to the ring

The ding-a-ling

And the sound of wings

It’s Christmas time

What will you bring

Will your steps have a spring

When you bow before the king

Ding-dong-ding

Let the bells ring

For their voices sing

A welcome to the King

It’s Christmas time

Do you hear the bells ring

Be bold, let your voice sing

“Welcome.  Welcome my King”

Love

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

Have you ever been in love

You’re either in or out of love

Sometimes friends talk you out of love

When you’re in love do you think the world of

And are you tolerant of

The one you love

Some say loves reminds them of a dove

Make sure your love fits like a glove

One thing to avoid - that would be a shove

When you aren’t in love

Are you proud of your love

Do you fit like a hand in a glove

I surely hope you’re patient of

And never tire of your love

The end has come

I hope you become

Abreast of love

Consumed with love

Pretty Girls

(c) 2014 P Michael Biggs

I like pretty girls

In little pig tails

And frilly dresses

With pearls

Do girls like me

It’s plain to see

I’m married to one

We were meant to be

Love

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

Have you ever been in love

You’re either in or out of love

When you’re in love do you think the world of

And are you tolerant of the one you love

Some say love reminds them of a dove

Sometimes friends talk you out of love

One thing to avoid - that would be a shove

When you aren't in love

Are you proud of your love

Do you fit like a hand in a glove

I surely hope you’re patient of

The one you truly truly love

The end has come

I hope you become

Abreast of love

Consumed with love

Pete Did It

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

(By the way, this actually happened to me)

We had a dog named Pete

He was a dog that was neat

He brought much joy to our home

He was one never prone to roam

One day I struck some matches

I burned the grass in big brown patches

When Dad came home he wanted to know

Who did this and how so

I blamed it on Pete

He was convenient at my feet

Dad didn’t buy that

I couldn’t sell it

So Pete got redemption

And I learned a lesson

Mars

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

I've never seen fast cars on Mars

They don’t even have bazaars on Mars

Nor jars, no cigars

Are found on Mars

I've never seen a star on Mars

No parallel bars, no yard on Mars

There are no guitars on Mars

I hope they have Mar’s Bars on Mars

Vanilla

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

Priscilla likes vanilla

She’s scared of Godzilla

And gorillas scare Priscilla

But she adores vanilla

Priscilla can’t get her filla

Of some tasty vanilla

I wonder if she’s ever tried armadillo

With a little bit of vanilla

Mr. Flea

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

There once was a flea

He lived in a tree

He ate green peas

And watched the grand prix

Mr. Flea drank tea

When sailing the high sea

His wife Marie

Loved to sail the North Sea

He always said his ABC’s

And worked all day, sometimes for free

And if you ever disagree

Our flea will probably flee

Don't Be Dumb

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

Don’t be dumb

Be careful chewing gum

What would you become

If you were dumb

Would you have a purple thumb

Would you drink pond scum

Would you live in a steel drum

And drink bay rum

What would you stay away from

If you were dumb

When Men Stand Up

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

When men stand up what happens

Things change

Wrongs are righted

Concepts rearrange

When men stand up

Balance is resumed

Things add up

Bad ides get pruned

When men stand up

To all life’s ills

Mankind moves up

And improves his skills

Hope

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

I believe in hope

It helps me cope

I’m not a dope

Because I hope

I believe

In what I conceive

I don’t deceive

So you can believe

Hope is good

Hope you should

And if you could

Hope in Robin Hood

He’s a good guy

He will never lie

He hits the bull’s eye

When his arrows fly

Do you have hope

When you walk a tight rope

Have you learned to cope

You can when you have hope

The Price Is Right

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

The Price Is Right

Gives me delight

At first sight

It was in black and white

I’ve never seen it on at night

They never offer a chicken fight

I’ve never seen a shining white knight

When I watch the Price is Right

Some people are right

Without stage fright

They jump around when they are right

When they are on The Price Is Right

Don’t be uptight

If you’re not right

When you have the invite

To the Price is Right

Hats

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

I wear hats and that’s a fact

I’m a cool cat when I wear my hats

My hat’s not cheap or made of rat

That’s all to know about my hats

Some people say my hats looks cool

I watch them drool and drool and drool

Don’t grab my hats, that would be cruel

Or I’ll recite the golden rule

We sometimes learn about Istanbul

When I wear my hats to school

I never go in the swimming pool

I sit on a stool and look cool

In my hats not made of rat

(Drawings by Josh Fridenmaker)

Feet

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

What do you think of feet

Do you find them pretty and neat

Do you treat your feet like a piece of meat

Do you cover your feet with a sheet

I don’t ever want to mistreat my feet

Sometimes they take me down main street

When I want to treat my feet

I feed them wheat, and a soft treat

Sometimes my feet help me retreat

And when I do I go to my suite

I’ll prop my feet on a window seat

And eat some sweets and suck on a beet

(Artwork by Josh Fridenmaker, my grandson)

I Love You

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

I love you my true blue

Do you have a clue

I’d stand in a cue

Just to see you

My true blue you

I don’t care what you do

If you stew or spew or rhue

My love is true

It’s in full view

For I only only love you

Even if you accrue

A million or two

Or row a canoe

Or wear dark blue

I’ll drink your home brew

I’ll clean your gym shoe

I’ll buy you shampoo

And get a tattoo

For I truly truly love you

Bobby Joe Dug a Hole

Bobby Joe dug a hole

It was large as holes go

And then he fell in

Again and again

Want to know what happened then

Eventually he climbed out

And he did shout

He was mad about that

And he began to pout

Want to know what he shouted out

My darned big hole

Nearly swallowed my soul

It was not my goal

To dig so low

But now that I’m out

I’ll try not to pout

I’ll have to think about

How this came about

Beyond any doubt

Kids in a Tub

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

 

Kids in a tub

They rub and scrub

They squeak and squawk

They laugh and talk

They splash and play

It makes their day

And if they come clean

They will glow and gleam

That’s what kids in a tub do

Kiss

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

I longed for a kiss

From a pretty little miss

She didn’t resist

I was in bliss

Her name was Chris

She was from Swiss

She had a sis

Whom I never kissed

We kissed and kissed

My sweet pretty Chris

I never missed

A chance for her kiss

One day she resisted

A chance for my kisses

Why would she dismiss

My sweet kiss

I was dismayed at this

I wanted a kiss

But Chris did resist

Any chance for a kiss

I could have hissed

I so did miss

Just one more kiss

From my sweet Chris

Warts

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

Not everything goes with warts

For instance forts and courts

Sports and shorts

Those don’t go with warts

We want warts to abort

We go on report

People kick us out of resorts

When we have warts

When You Don't Know

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

When you don’t know

Then don’t blow

Don’t crow

And don’t flow

When you don’t know

Don’t owe

Don’t row

Better not sew

When you don’t know

You have a few woes

Don’t drop and throw

Things on your big toe

When you don’t know

Don’t put it in your bio

Don’t hide it in your bread dough

Or burry it in the snow

When you don’t know

Say so

Let go

Cause others already know

I Need a Chair

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

I need a chair

Where oh where

Oh look, over there

There is a chair

This chair is fair

The seat is bare

The cushion is where

I do declare

I am aware

This chair is bare

Can I have bus fare

To go over there

And buy a chair

I bought a chair

It needed repair

This is not fair

It was not square

Whose hair is there

On my new chair

I do declare

It belongs to a bear

(Cartoon artwork by Josh Fridenmaker - my grandson)

Jimmy Jack John

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

I have a friend named Jimmy Jack John

He left town, we don’t know where’s gone

He was last seen driving down St. John

Someone said he was cruising in the San Juan’s

Here’s what I know about Jimmy Jack John

He loves pecans and prawns and ponds

He’s been to Taiwan and I think Saigon

His favorite phrase is keep on, keep on

We will miss Jimmy Jack John

Wish we knew why he did move on

Oh, did I say he loves bon-bons

That’s my tail of Jimmy Jack John

I Like to Write

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

Some people write to appear bright

Sometimes there’s light

When people write right

As for me I write to delight

I offer insight when I write

Some people cite what I write

I hate to rewrite

I try to write right

Do you ever get stage fright

I don’t, cause I write

Sometimes my words sit over night

I mull and stew, hope they come out alright

I once went on a nonstop flight

Simply to write and write and write

I think it was a frightful flight

That’s not the way I like to write

(Cartoon artwork by Josh Fridenmaker - my grandson)

Hominy Grits

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

I never spit when I eat hominy grits

I keep my wits and eat every bit

I wrote a poem about eating hominy grits

It didn’t fit so I quit

Bread

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

I like bread made by Fred

He knows how to use his head

And with his bread he gives me spread

With the bread made by Fred

Fred sleeps in a bed

It is chrome red

And above his bed

There is a cow’s head

Fred carries his bread,

He uses his head

He is not misled

When he delivers his bread

One sign he misread

It said don’t tread

A day I did dread

A day with no bread

I Broke My Arm

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

When I was nine I broke my arm

We were playing Sunday afternoon football

We lived next to Lambert’s farm

It was in the fall

It was me against Donny and Ronnie

I was smallish but gutsy

They were big and I was puny

But I wasn’t fussy

The ball was snapped

I tried to run

There was a gap

Then it was done

They tripped me up

I didn’t get up

I couldn’t get up

Without help up

Donny took one look

I can fix that, I saw it in a book

He pulled and jerked

I cried and was irked

That ended our football game that day

I went inside and lay on my bed

I prayed real hard and thought in my head

That God would straighten my arm

I didn’t think I was doing any harm

Finally I had to show Mom

She ask how and I dropped the bomb

She rushed me to see Dr. Porch

He set it, of course

That ended my football career

It would have been a winning year

My arm soon healed

We paid the bill

This is the end of that deal

Fun

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

What do you do for fun

Do you jump and run

Do you eat hamburger buns

Do you sit in the sun

Do you pretend you weigh a ton

Do you count to one

When you are having fun

When Grey has fun

He has a pretend gun

Sometimes he takes a run

Down the ski run

Once I heard of a bank run

That was probably no fun

And in the long run

Those who stayed won

Well this has been fun

And there have been no puns

Think I’ll go eat a cinnamon bun

Now that could be real fun

  

When You Don't Know

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

When you don’t know

Then don’t blow

Don’t crow

And don’t flow

When you don’t know

Don’t owe

Don’t row

Better not sew

When you don’t know

You have a few woes

Don’t drop and throw

Things on your big toe

When you don’t know

Don’t put it in your bio

Don’t hide it in your bread dough

Or burry it in the snow

When you don’t know

Say so

Let go

Cause others already know