Yep Easters In The Air
Children are out hunting
For hidden eggs everywhere
It's that time of year again
Yep Easters In The Air
All kinds of candies
Stuffed in baskets here and there
The kids will surely be wound
Yep Easters In The Air
Painted eggs hidden in the grass
Some tucked away with care
Chilren will race to find them
Yep Easters In The Air
The Easter bunny will leave pleanty
For all the kids to share
Though some may tend to get greedy
Yep Easters In The Air
So keep your eyes wide open
And don't get greedy for your share
There will be pleanty for everyone
Yep Easters In The Air
'HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE'
wrote 3/16/2008 by Norman Hale Jr.
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A Healthier Easter
This is the first Easter
No candy baskets will be here
But we had so many baskets
Each and every year.
The kids are older now
Candy they don’t want anymore
So this Easter the baskets sit empty
Behind the closet door.
Somehow I want the Easter Bunny here
Want those baskets filled with eggs so bright
But my teens want to be healthier
So they make sure that they eat right.
They forfeit sugar and junk
No more Peeps or a big chocolate bunny
But being without Easter Baskets on Easter
Seems to be very odd and funny.
So I am putting the word out
To the Easter Bunny in my town
That I don’t think the teens will mind
If you decide to come around.
Maybe you could leave some health bars
Perhaps some fruit and veggies too
And maybe you could put some books in there
Those things could still say “I love you”.
poem by Connie Webb
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Good Friday Reflections
The wind is calm. The aura sweet.
The thunder came. The thunder went.
I like this time of year
when things get done
invisibly, when
everything, young
and wet is hanging
by a leaf. The saviour
Jesus hasn't dimmed
for two thousand easters,
Nature hasn't receded.
(Eyes still think they see
softly wrapped in silk
and spun into simile.)
I like this time of night,
traffic faces all directions
and the pouting moon
has no reflection.
The wind is calm. The aura sweet.
The thunder came complete.
poem by James Kendrick
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The Real Reason
I'm going to tell you something you might consider funny
But Easter isn't all about the hip hoppity bunny
NOr is at about candy and all those other sweets
And the eggs in the basket and other fun treats
Now listen close to what I have to say
And you'll know why we celebrate this day
Easter tells us how much God's love costs
And how He wants to gather in the lost
It was on the cross Christ died for our sin
So those who believed now to heaven enter in
Yes, God so loved the world that He gave His Son
So victory over death could now be won
On Easter morning Christ rose from the dead
The story's not over, there's much more to be said
yes, it's okay to enjoy the bunny, the candy and sweets
The eggs in the basket and the other fun treats
Just remember that Christ's resurrection is the real reason
That we celebrate the Easter season
Easter Sadness
The pink bunnies and painted eggs, this twist in culture truly begs,
For the true meaning behind, the holiday façade steeling the mind.
Not only the mind but the heart, as from God’s Truth many depart,
His Truth is said and men hear it, but many follow the pagan spirit.
The egg they say reflects new life, but don’t mention Jesus Christ,
Instead the eggs we are told to hide, after they are colorfully dyed.
And the bunny comes into play, to observe Easter the secular way,
As children everywhere are allured, to a bunny instead of The Lord.
Jelly beans and yellow chicks, become for many the secular picks,
Choices that reflect emptiness, in hearts that say ignorance is bliss.
As Easter baskets fill the home, children’s hearts continue to roam,
Moving them from God’s Truth, as chocolate bunnies are the proof.
The day that marks the resurrection, truly moved in a sad direction,
As foolishness is what men chose, tainting the day Christ had rose.
The one day that marks our victory, is marred by ridiculous fantasy,
Filling our day with foolish fun, in lieu of recalling what God’s done.
It is sad in the way men trivialize, such a day in all the world’s eyes,
But it changes not at all for us, who in Jesus have placed our trust,
Nor does it change at all the fact, that He who rose is coming back.
And coming back for all to see, Resurrection Day is what it is to be.
(Copyright ©04/2007)
Easter again
Yummy chocolate for you,
Or cute bunnies for you
Plenty of cuddles for you,
Or plenty of kisses for you
Being sick of chocolate,
Or not feeling well
Sharing sweets,
Or being greedy
But overall loving each other
Because that time is coming
Easter again….
Everyone loves chocolate
Just share some,
Don’t be greedy,
Like a greedy sod!
19/3/08
poem by Paul Prescott
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I Know It's Spring When.....
I know it's spring when blossoms bloom
I see the disappearing gloom
The sun shines bright on children's faces
Children run at fast paces
Spring sales here and there
Spring sales everywhere
Animal eggs hatch
Girls and boys play catch
Easter Bunny hopping around the town
Easter Bunny hopping up and down
Kites are flying through the sky
Now I smell a cherry pie
Now I see a dove
This is why spring is the season that I love
poem by Daniela Valdes
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What is a Grandfather?
What is a Grandfather?
A Friend, a confidant, and a mentor
That is what a Grandfather is.
Call him Grandfather, Grandpa, or even Pappy.
Just a thought of him and your heart is happy
A kindly face and snow-white hair
In his gentle eyes there is no disappointment
There is no despair
A whisper, a smile and secrets to share
A bond that is beyond compare
Fishing poles and bedtime stories.
Dressing as Santa, or even the Easter bunny
Hidden pockets full of money
JPM 1/21/2008
Barometric Pressure
Twin brass helm wheels, (like Gilligan’s) , gilded, not for
steering, Airguide
imprint in elegant cursive, the thermometer part long inactive.
“It doesn’t work, ” big brother said, “it’s indoors.”
Relative Humidity and Barometric Pressure tracked while
seeping thru the Screen to the
Sill, the daily variation between black and lazy red finger suggesting- @
least as presciently as Bob O’Wrill or Willard Scott- “Nor’easters” &
“thunder boomers” &
those suffocating summer days when
fans and flies hum, dipping in
warning (along w/
double-knee pain- one the instant replay of a
softball tumble; the other an inflamed echo of mis-
spent love) rising in
relief, spiraling thru
New Year’s & Easter, a thin crack in
the glass reflecting
adjustment of the lazy finger,4th of July to
X-mas, back again, ever-
winding, brass (w/ a
hint of rust) auguries tacitly measuring—thru
hopeful, hectic puberty on into harried,
hopeful middle-
age, amid real, imagined, even notreal news
cycles at once warning of & laughing off
hammer & sickle,
global gas, crescent-shaped hate a la
mode- the pressure that singles each day.
poem by Cretan Maineiac
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Easter
Celebrating the march of spring,
Awaiting what fruitful months bring,
We honour the resurrection,
And use the time for reflection,
Children will get their chocolate fix,
And outside one can hear new born chicks,
Smiles are shared at the holiday,
With loved ones for Easter Sunday,
Family comes to the forefront,
Kids go on an Easter egg hunt,
At last it is the end of Lent,
No more in fasting are days spent,
Blessings from the Easter Bunny,
The days change from cold to sunny,
Plants begin to show their flowers,
There are ever less rain showers.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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Easter Bunny
Easter Bunny
Come in a hurry
I want my Easter egg
Easter Bunny
Please don't tarry
Remember what I said
Paint my egg blue
With little brushes too
And add a little red to it
'Cause I won't mind if you did
Put my egg in the basket
With a little red ribbon
Put it in your jacket
And bring it to London
poem by Jacqueline AntwiDanso
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White Angel the Easter Rabbit
Out of a lovely fantasy…..,
She appeared one Springtime day…..,
And made our world……,
So happy in every way……,
It was a vision so wondrous……,
As we colored our eggs…..,
For the Easter Holiday
White Angel, The Easter Rabbit…..,
Brought sunshine to our lives…..,
When it came to joy we had it…..,
White Angel, The Easter Rabbit…..,
She’d hop, hop, hop….,
All day long…..,
Be dancin’ around……,
And singin’ a song…..,
As Easter came so merrily…..,
She was so much fun for us to see……,
White Angel, The Easter Rabbit…..,
Brought sunshine to our lives…..,
Lovin’ her was a tireless habit……,
White Angel, The Easter Rabbit…..,
But poof just like each night and day……,
Her visit soon had to end …..,
So she hop, hop, hopped on her way……,
Off to visit her fairytale friends……,
As we sadly bid farewell to her…….,
She said, “Come on now, don’t cry…..,
I’ll be back again some Easter Day”…..,
White Angel, The Easter Rabbit…..,
Brought sunshine to our lives…..,
When it came to joy we had it…..,
White Angel, The Easter Rabbit…..,
Pure white gold in 24 karat…..,
White Angel, The Easter Rabbit….! ! !
(2011)
poem by Trade Martin
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Daddy's Bunny (2006)
The hunt is on
for Easter has begun
Many eggs to find
with candy on his mind
It's his little expedition
but assigned to a mission
enjoying the nice colors
and the insides to devour
Easter basket in shape of a car
filled with toys and candy bars
Spent his day with his mom.
with dad, tired he'd become
A visit with family members
a day full of splendor
sleepy eyes begin to show
give kiss it's time to go
Daddy's Bunny begins to sleep
with a drooling shirt as he counts sheep
poem by David Joel Rodriguez
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A treasure in a basket
Laying in a wicker basket
Are varied colored Easter eggs
Surrounded by milk chocolate
And jelly beans and root beer kegs.
Exploring closer you will see
Beneath the artificial grass:
Sidewalk chalk and marshmallow bees
A squirt gun and a movie pass.
You must keep searching deeper still
Until you find all that’s concealed:
Next you’ll find a treasury bill
And coupon for a Big Mac meal.
Now my little excavator
Have a very happy Easter.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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It Will Come
The night will come
So we can wear
Ours Costume
For Halloween
The day will come
So we can open
Ours Christma's Presents
For Christmas
The day will come
So we can hunt
Ours Easter Eggs
For Easter
The day will come
So we can graduate
From Middle School
For Graduation's day
poem by Stephanie Pardo
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I’m Dreaming Of A White Easter
I’m dreaming of a white Easter,
Just like the ones we soon will feel
Now that global warming
Has given us warning
That climate change is now for real.
I’m dreaming of a white Easter
Now nature’s come and dealt a fright
Armageddon beckons
And boffins reckon
That all our Easters may be white.
I’m dreaming of a stark future
When ozone layers start to thin.
What with sunbeams scorching
Just like blowtorching
We’ll end up with fried and frazzled skin.
I’m dreaming of a stark future
When we’ll have all forgotten snow.
There’ll be mass extinctions
As we fail to shrink sun’s
Rays, on all God’s creatures here below.
I’m dreaming of destroyed rainforests
And of a world devoid of trees
When the world’s great powers
All ignore rare flowers
And don’t care for monkeys, birds and bees.
I’m dreaming of destroyed rainforests
As over-logging starts to bite
It isn’t too clever:
They’ll be gone for ever
But we brush these worries out of sight.
I’m dreaming of each fresh health warning
As we pursue unchallenged greed.
What with overeating,
We’ll soon be meeting
Demands our dwindling fields can’t feed.
I’m dreaming of each fresh health warning
And it will be a sorry tale
As we give our nation
Too much medication
And the antibiotics start to fail.
I’m dreaming of the dire destruction
Of countries scarred by acid rain
As the forests splinter
And a nuclear winter
Could threaten life on earth again.
I’m dreaming of the dire destruction
Of countryside so green and grand
As those plastic mountains
Overrun like fountains
As growing landfill sites expand.
Let’s dream of a new, green solution
So we ensure our planet heals.
Let us try recycling
And commute by cycling:
We don’t need petrol-driven wheels.
Let’s try to relegate pollution
Into history’s fading books.
If we really plan it
We shall save our planet
And the future’s brighter than it looks.
poem by C. Richard Miles
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Do The Easter Bunny Too Funny Hop
Bunny shakes his head
like he's whiping hair back and forth
puts his right foot in
hops on one about
he does the bunny spin game
while putting humpy dumpy on the wall
thats what a bunnys all about tweet tweet
now eats a carrot loves green food
easter bunny teach us all how to eat good
puts you inside the bunny hole
with holding a corkscrew
bunny puts his left foot in
and shakes it all about
then he loves to cry and tear
while eating onion rings from a garden
piggly the pig said's I'm gonna get rabbit
fluffy bunny ears long as ears of corn
long tail of easter bunny to have fun
easter bunny hops hops and hops
do the easter bunny too funny hop
while drinking orange juice to keep spirits up.
poem by Tommy Laster
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Mistrust Defences
MISTRUST DEFENCES
MIstrust defences which outlast their use
RIde onwards, overcoming inner brake
AMounting to unjustified mistake, -
MIndful there remains no real excuse.
RIdiculous these barricades, cut loose!
AMplify harmonics, soothe heartache.
MIllstones disappear where clear minds take
RIsks to shed stale shackles, self abuse.
AMor vincit omnia, - no noose,
MIstaken trap is lust which must thirst slake,
RIpe corn’s unreaped when wild nor’easters shake.
AMbiguous motives compromise, reduce.
MIRage screens no raison-d’être retain
‘I AM in tune with you’ requires no rein.
30th October 2001
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Mistrust Defences poem (c) Jonathan Robin
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Easter's Past
Sitting in Church
Listening to sermons
With white patent leather shoes
A fancy dress and little white gloves
With a new purse,
My brothers all dressed
In nice shirts and pants,
My mom dressed up like a movie star
With her beautiful dress and hat,
My step dad who never cared for church
He even dressed up for the day.
And in our pockets
Were chocolate eggs and jelly beans
We were told not to take to church
But we couldn’t help it.
I would peek at my brothers
Sneaking candy out of their pockets
And when mom wasn’t looking
I would sneak some out of my purse,
And slowly let the chocolate egg
Dissolve in my mouth
I couldn’t let her see me chewing
Not in church!
We would come home
Have an egg hunt
That we enjoyed so much
That we all would hide the eggs again
Ourselves
Then we had a nice big Easter dinner
Maybe even play monopoly
While eating more Easter candy.
I know the holiday was about Jesus
Being resurrected
I had spent many years
In classes learning these things
But somehow Easter
Just reminds me more of
Family togetherness and love
And visits from the Easter Bunny
And I don’t think Jesus would mind that at all.
poem by Connie Webb
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May You Find Love This Cristmas
May you find love this Christmas
May your heart fill with cheer
May you feel so special
May it last all through the years
May you find love this Christmas
May there be a smile on your face
May you forget those sad times
May they leave without a trace
May you find love this Christmas
May God bless you my friend
May the happiness you share
May it start a new trend
May you find love this Christmas
May you be surrounded by friends
May it be joy this season brings
May it never come to an end
May you find love this Christmas
May you spread it all around
May you enjoy doing just that
May you spread it all over town
May you find love this Christmas
May you dig deep within your heart
May you share that great love
That maybe on your list or chart
May you find love this Christmas
May you find lots of joy
May you share it equally
With every little girl and boy
May you find love this Christmas
May it be better than ever before
May your love flow freely
May it start from that Heavenly Shore
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE
wrote 12/11/2007 by Norman Hale Jr
poem by Norman Hale
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Teachers Challenge
It's time for the public to open up their eyes
Without the teachers how will our kids survive
What will happen to our children if they
don't have an education
They are the foundation of this great nation.
The teachers all had a dream and a goal
To teach the public young and old.
They had learned early in college
That they must gain daily knowledge.
Every day they challenge their minds
With new knowledge that they find
It does not matter what the topic may be
It all goes down into history.
They work hard at what they do
Teaching our kids and their kids too.
Teaching is not an easy task
not all kids learn that fast.
Then there are those with special needs
With which the teachers plant their seeds.
They are given a lot more patience
And a lot more care, so with them
The teachers do share.
Now is the time that money should be given
So that they can earn a decent living.
poem by Louis Rams
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