Sally Lin Cut Her Chin

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

Sally Lin cut her chin

She used to grin; now she is chagrined

Skin hangs where her chin has been

Some may say it’s her dorsal fin

Her chin will heal

It will, it will

It will likely peel

Now that’s the deal

When she is well

She must not dwell

On what befell

Of her chin tale

She’s only a girl

With a big long curl

And with a swirl

She gives it a twirl

That hides the cut

On Sally Lin’s chin

Boys and Toys

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

I am a boy

And I’m annoyed

I like fun toys

I jump for joy

Some big strong boys

Destroyed my toys

I’m annoyed

They’re not nice boys

I try to repair

I care, I care

It seems unfair

They destroyed what I share

And if I dare

I’d pull their hair

Then they would swear

So I don’t dare

Toys and big boys

I dared to share

What’s become of my toys

They’re in great need of repair

Universe

© 2015 by Maria Fridenmaker

U       Un-identified

N       Notorious for stealing imaginations

I        In a world full of mystery

V       Vast and ongoing

E       Effortless, endless

R       Reinventing the idea of forever

S        Sleeping in a bed of stars

E       Everlasting

Maria Fridenmaker

Pretty Girls

© P Michael Biggs 2015

All Rights Reserved

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

My Pickle

© 2014 by P Michael Biggs

Once I bought a pickle

I only paid a nickel

I wanted to cut up my pickle

I used a hammer and a sickle

Now this poem may seem fickle

It’s only about my nickel pickle

It would be great if you were tickled

About my nickel pickle

The Prized Possession

A new poem from my friend, Brenda Williams. All rights reserved (c) Brenda Williams

When all the scores are final,
when all the prizes are won
when we’ve won every title
and all the work is done

After we own all we desire
after our appetites sated
after we quench every fire
after we gain that for which we waited

Once we end our contention
once we give up fierce control
once we trade rest for tension
and surrender our wayward control

As we learn to yield our will
as we relinquish our rights
as we become quiet and still
and seek immortal delights

Then our life begins to start
then we touch eternity
then we receive what God imparts
and we live abundantly

Only one prize can we own
only one possession will live
only this, all else is on loan
and it’s the love we receive and give.

The Dark

Our guest poet today is my long-time friend Brenda Williams.  We have a rich history of a friendship and sharing for nearly 40 years.  Welcome Brenda. 

© 2015 by Brenda Williams

Used by Permission

The dark sky helps the stars to burn bright

and offers a backdrop for their brilliant light.

So, in this life, when troubles appear

we can know God’s hand is hovering near.

The misery we face serves to impart

growth and abundance in our restless heart.

Blessing the battle, praising the pain

brings hidden life treasure to be gained.

Pausing to lift our darkness in praise

adds depth to our lives, and light to our days.

In my pain and struggle, God, help me to see

that You’re building a pathway to heaven for me.

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February 7, 2015