Playing The Guitar

Oh what a joy to hear him
play the guitar and sing!
When he sings and
play the guitar,
he puts his heart and
soul into it.
Oh what a voice!
I could hear him all day
all night
and never get tired.
He entranced me by his music.
His music is like
listening to angels
plucking the harp.
That’s how good he is
he doesn’t think so!
I know better!
For I should know! I should know!
He’s my husband.
For I am his number one fan.

poem by Noreen Ann Jenkins
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What is Heaven Like?

What is Heaven like?
Is Heaven the mansion
made of pure gold
and precious jewels?

Is Heaven the city
one of a kind?

Is Heaven the place full
of love, joy,
peace and happiness?

Is Heaven the place
where there’s no sickness,
no disease and no growing old?

Is Heaven the place
where angels abide?

Is Heaven the place

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No More Living Dead, Zombie Kids

What do you think you are doing
to these kids?
Please stop destroying these kids' minds!
Are you that cold-hearted?
Don't you care?
Maybe you don't. But I do.
Don't you remember back when
you had feelings
for your wife, girlfriend,
husband, boyfriend,
mother, father,
grandma, grandpa,
or brother or sister, or friend?
So please let these kids
live a normal life
instead of being the living dead zombies.
Let the boys be boys
Let the girls be girls.
Let them show feelings,
show emotions, show love.

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