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My Turtle Use to Rush!
You taught my turtle how to walk on a leash.
When you babysat my turtle.
But now my turtle's mood,
Has become distant and cranky.
My beloved turtle now gives me shifty looks.
And I know with me it's angry.
Since the babysitter I picked and booked.
When my turtle use to hear me turn the key,
At the front door.
My turtle use to rush to me.
But no more!
You've got my turtle trained to believe,
It needs a leash...
To eat with me Chinese.
And I use to love how my turtle ate Wonton.
But from within its shell...
All it does is just peek on.
When my turtle use to hear me turn the key,
At the front door.
My turtle use to rush to me.
But no more!
My turtle use to rush!
But!
No,
More!
My turtle use to rush!
But!
No,
More!
My turtle use to rush!
But!
No,
More to me.
My turtle use to rush!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When God Abandons Me Will I Abandon God?
WHEN GOD ABANDONS ME WILL I ABANDON GOD?
When God abandons me will I abandon God?
When the last illness comes and there is no hope,
When I know I am lost to this world,
Will I still place my trust in God
To care for those I love that I will leave behind?
When God abandons me will I believe
That somehow in some other world I continue to be?
When God abandons me
Will I believe I am not really abandoned at all
Despite my pain and suffering as I die?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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If I Were A Turtle
if i were a turtle
and if you are a turtle too
how i wish to live with you
and be happy
and understand
our turtleness together
perhaps in a small pond
a small patch of marsh
a little rock
just for the two of us
but i am not a turtle
i am a man
but
i may still live with you
as a man
and take care of you
as a turtle
this is still the world
for us
in humanity
in turtleness together
why not?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Yertle The Turtle
On a far away island
of Salamasond
Yertle the turtle
Was king of the pond
A nice little pond
It was clean it was neat
The water was warm
There was plenty to eat
Until one day
The king of them all
Decided the kingdom
He ruled was too small
I'm a ruler of all that I see
But I don't see enough
And that's the trouble with me
With this stone for a throne
I am too low down
I cannot look down
Upon the places beyond
So Yertle the turtle king
Lifted his hand
And Yertle the turtle king
Lifted his hand
He ordered all the turtles
Onto one another's back
He piled them high
Into a ten turtle stack
I'm Yertle the turtle
The things I now rule
I'm king of a cow
I'm king of a mule
Then down from below
In the great turtle stack
Came a burp from a plain
Little turtle named Mack
Just part of the throne
This burpin' little turtle
Looked up and said "I beg
Your pardon king Yertle"
I've pains in my back
My shoulders and my knees
How long must we stand
Here your majesty
"Silence !" the king of the
Turtles barked back
To the bad burpin'
Little turtle named Mack
I'm Yertle the turtle
Oh marvelous me for
I am ruler of all that I see
Yertle
song performed by by Red Hot Chili Peppers from Freaky Styley
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Turtle
I want to get with your turtle.
Your turtle seems so at peace,
At a slow pace that really creeps.
Taking everything easy.
I want to chat with your turtle.
I want to ask if it has wishes to be free?
And if a turtle gets relief.
So thick its shell!
With skin so reptile-ish.
Does it ever want a hug or kiss?
And 'how' does it handle this?
So rich it smells!
In a pot cooked with mustard seed.
With carrots and celery leaves.
And a dash of sea salt spiced with peppers!
Does it know that its good to eat?
I want to get with your turtle.
Your turtle seems so at peace,
At a slow pace that really creeps.
Taking everything easy.
So thick its shell!
With skin so reptile-ish.
Does it ever want a hug or kiss?
And 'how' does it handle this?
I want to chat with your turtle.
I want to ask if it has wishes to be free?
And if a turtle gets any relief...
To be away and out of that shell!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Usual Story...
and then the problem comes
after the meeting of the
the turtle and the rabbit
after the winning and the losing
to each priority
the rabbit to the bushes
to the river the turtle goes
there is no saying that
after all, the warning is given
personally, the rabbit will
always remember
and so does the turtle
there is no point of reconciliation
the facts of life are here again
nothing to lose nothing to gain.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Wait
My chest rises,
A gentle blow from leaves.
Never abandons me…
Never abandons me…
No hate can undo me…
No hate can undo me…
Because I have you,
Beautiful tree.
Beautiful soul.
The beauty in me.
poem by Erica Borges
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Timmy The Turtle
Timmy the Turtle
Ya know he was Tim
Timmy the Turtle
He sang for The Grim
Timmy the Turtle
Ya know he was Tim
Timmy the Turtle
Timmy the Turtle
Ya know he was Tim
Timmy the Turtle
He sang for The Grim
Timmy the Turtle
Ya know he was Tim
Timmy the Turtle
Too slow
He sat in turtle goo
Timmy the Turtle
He's givin 'em hell
Timmy the Turtle
He's out of his shell
Timmy the Turtle
He's givin' 'em hell
He's Timmy the Turtle
Timmy the Turtle
He's givin' 'em hell
Timmy the Turtle
He's out of his shell
Timmy the Turtle
He's givin' 'em hell
Timmy the Turtle
Too slow
He sat in turtle goo
song performed by by NOFX
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The Bagpipe Who Didn’t Say No
It was nine o'clock at midnight at a quarter after three
When a turtle met a bagpipe on the shoreside by the sea,
And the turtle said, 'My dearie,
May I sit with you? I'm weary.'
And the bagpipe didn't say no.
Said the turtle to the bagpipe, 'I have walked this lonely shore,
I have talked to waves and pebbles--but I've never loved before.
Will you marry me today, dear?
Is it 'No' you're going to say dear?'
But the bagpipe didn't say no.
Said the turtle to his darling, 'Please excuse me if I stare,
But you have the plaidest skin, dear,
And you have the strangest hair.
If I begged you pretty please, love,
Could I give you just one squeeze, love?'
And the bagpipe didn't say no.
Said the turtle to the bagpipe, 'Ah, you love me. Then confess!
Let me whisper in your dainty ear and hold you to my chest.'
And he cuddled her and teased her
And so lovingly he squeezed her.
And the bagpipe said, 'Aaooga.'
Said the turtle to the bagpipe, 'Did you honk or bray or neigh?
For 'Aaooga' when your kissed is such a heartless thing to say.
Is it that I have offended?
Is it that our love is ended?'
And the bagpipe didn't say no.
Said the turtle to the bagpipe, 'Shall i leave you, darling wife?
Shall i waddle off to Woedom? Shall i crawl out of your life?
Shall I move, depart and go, dear--
Oh, I beg you tell me 'No' dear!'
But the bagpipe didn't say no.
So the turtle crept off crying and he ne'er came back no more,
And he left the bagpipe lying on that smooth and sandy shore.
And some night when tide is low there,
Just walk up and say, 'Hello, there,'
And politely ask the bagpipe if this story's really so.
I assure you, darling children, the bagpipe won't say 'No.'
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Turtle Teachers
TURTLE TEACHERS
Having laid her eggs upon a distant beach,
the turtle hurries quickly to the friendly ocean;
she cannot navigate the land, like those who teach,
producing mirror images for self-promotion.
A turtle may spend no more than an hour on a beach where she lays her eggs and then abandon her eggs, returning to the ocean.
3/30/08
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Edging My Way Up To Success
there is no instant success
you are not born successful
i am proud to say
i edge myself slowly
towards the platform
of success
the road was rough
the weather was not good
i did not have a carriage
and a horse
to make thing easier
for me
i was like a snail not
hoping for that gift of
speed from a rabbit
i learned from the
turtle somehow
reached the finishing line
much to their
surprise
i am a hardheaded man
who does not believe
in failures anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Turtle
The turtle lives 'twixt plated decks
Which practically conceal its sex.
I think it clever of the turtle
In such a fix to be so fertile.
poem by Ogden Nash
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Skippy the Frog
Skippy the frog alone on his pad,
Admiring his reflection as if his dad.
His frog legs are strong as he jumped so high,
Landing on a turtle he missed the fly.
Thomas the turtle, scared half to death,
As he plunged under the water with barely a breath.
Skippy the frog, laughing, as hard as he could,
Thinking Thomas the turle was a piece of wood.
But laughing at someone he had hurt,
Thomas the turtle ate green desert!
poem by Keith Foley
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A Turtle Named George
There was a little turtle named George
On his food he would always gorge
He popped out of his shell
And said what the hell
And George was a turtle no more!
My feeble attempt at humor!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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The Reflection
On a trail, I spotted a turtle
lost from its home by the water,
I said to the turtle,
'If you're lost, I can help you, '
but the turtle just kept plugging along.
On that same trail, I saw two squirrels
racing to and fro,
I said to the squirrels,
'If you're lost, I can help you, '
but the squirrels just kept racing along.
Further down the trail, I found a mirror
that someone had dropped,
I saw God in its reflection-He said to me,
'If you're lost, I can help you, '
but I just kept walking along.
poem by George Aul
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A Horse-Drawn Carriage Ride
Oh what fun it is to see
A carriage drawn by a horse
Still after all these years
You can find them still, of course
For in special towns you can find
A horse drawn carriage to travel in
In New Orleans for instance, folks
So very beautiful with lots of trim
But can you imagine just how
Exciting they were in their day
Perhaps a roof and maybe not
Like riding atop a trailer with hay
So many wonderful styles there were
You can see in museums and such
Fancy some of them really are
With an old-fashioned classic touch
So if you get a chance to see or ride
On a horse drawn carriage some time
Jump at the chance ‘cause you know
It’s the most exciting day you’ll find!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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The Turtle And The Rabbit Within
i was once a turtle
but i wish i were a rabbit
and then i become a rabbit
speeding my ways
to the ends of the world
and then i got so tired
and sit below the tree
watching the clouds
and then i wish i were a
turtle again
back to my home that i carry
anywhere
that is it: the home is where the heart is.
not the wood and the steel.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Bee his burnished Carriage
A Bee his burnished Carriage
Drove boldly to a Rose —
Combinedly alighting —
Himself — his Carriage was —
The Rose received his visit
With frank tranquillity
Withholding not a Crescent
To his Cupidity —
Their Moment consummated —
Remained for him — to flee —
Remained for her — of rapture
But the humility.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Journey With Animals
Child: Lion, Lion, do you know
Where is your den?
Lion: Yes, I know
My den is straight to the jungle
Child: Deer, Deer, what you
Eat for dinner?
Deer: I eat grass,
Green grass
Child: Rabbit, Rabbit,
What do you do?
Rabbit: I jump and jump
Till my house reach
Child: Turtle, Turtle, when enemy comes
What you will do?
Turtle: I will keep my head
Inside the shell
Child: Thank you animal friends
For answering my questions.
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By: Sansita Ramachandran
poem by Sansita Ramachandran
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Sonnet: Our Family-Carriage to Heaven
God drives our family-carriage with four wheels-
Love, harmony, forbearance, piety;
His whip of grace goads parent horses’ heels;
Their faith in Jesus sees eternity.
All children act as passengers at first;
Some take their turn as horses very soon;
They run with crosses on footsteps of Christ;
The Bible’s words are Manna-like food- boon.
God-Driver guides the carriage in His lanes-
Narrow and straight, and guarded by angels,
As light of heaven, Holy Spirit rains;
God’s mercy-mantle has Lord’s safety-bells!
The carriage moves on swiftly, by prayers;
Of siblings, saints, prophets and soothsayers!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-21-2008
poem by John Celes
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