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She Sinks Ships (Alliteration)

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Alliteration

Sailing, sailing, slowly seaward
skippers suddenly see,
storms swarm sailing ships
ships sail swollen seas.

Stormy seasons slowly stretch
skies stir silently,
slowly seaward ships sail
sudden storms, swollen seas.

"She sinks ships," skippers say
storms suddenly shift,
skies stir silently
slowly seaward stretch sailing ships.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
May.7/2009

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I've never penned one of these before, so I figured I'd give it a try.

Posting Poetry

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Anger

I've been trying to post poetry
for the past couple of days,
I can post my pictures
in so many ways.

I press the "find images" button
but all it does is go around,
in circles, making me dizzy
I've fallen to the ground.

I wanted to post a children's poem
but had to post somewhere else,
I try to do my best in this site
but sadness, I had been dealt.

What am I supposed to do now?
I'm not happy just posting pics,
watching the wheel spin 'round and 'round
hearing the mouse continuously be clicked.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones
May.5/2012

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I am in a few different poetry sites, where I post my poetry. For the past few days, I've been trying to post and I can't post a poem, without a picture to go with it. I finally got this poem posted, but with other pieces to no avail.

Grass (Haiku)

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Haikus

Grass is lush and green
it truly enjoys the rain
can't wait for Summer.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
May.9/2012

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Cat And Dog (Cat, Dog, Sang)

Cat and dog are at it again
they're trying to impresss me,
but they are not fooling anyone
by singing for their food, daily.

I can't wait to hear this
wonder what song they'll sing,
it may be blues or even dance
such happiness to them, it brings.

I think it's torture on the ears
hearing them every single day,
I'm starting to think they're tone deaf
in each and every way.

Stand in front of the fireplace
snapping fingers and tapping toes,
they sang their song to me
they'd sing high, then go very low.

It's something they just came up with
didn't make any sense to me,
they even took turns dancing
I was tired of listening to their plea.

One would howl, the other meow
but not in the way you'd think,
they had switched places, you see
I heard giggling, then they'd wink.

I thought that was pretty clever
even for a dog and cat,
they'd twirl their canes, 'round and 'round
as I watched them tip their hats.

I think that maybe this time
they had outsmarted me,
they stood there with smiles
when they saw me with food AND treats.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones
May.11/2012

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem written for children. I figured I'd put a little humour close to the end.

Better Days

There will be better days ahead
through the wind and the rain,
there will be better days
when we won't feel anymore pain.

There will be better days ahead
when we will be with our loved ones,
holding hands, hugging each other
when our end finally comes.

There will be better days
when we won't feel anymore pain,
of missing our loved ones dearly
through the wind and the rain.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
Aug.4/2009

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Ten Years On (Remembering 9/11)

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9/11 Poems

Etched forever, are the names
upon the stone, they will stay,
in our hearts, we'll remember
what happened that horrific day.

Hearts were broken, many lives lost
how is one able to forget?
Ten years on, too fast
all the sadness, had been set.

Tears flow like rivers today
memorials roaming worldwide,
loved ones being forever remembered
for all those, whom had died.

An Angel taps your shoulder
follows you, wherever you may go,
your loved one is there with you
hugging you tightly, you know.

They will always love you
until you meet in the end,
but, for today, ten years on
prayers for the broken hearted, up to Heaven, we'll send.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
Sept.11/2011

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I've won online awards for this write and submitted it to get published in an anthology. It got excepted.

The Children Of 9/11/2001

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9/11 Poems

Some of them were too young
to remember what went on,
two and three years old
they just started the parent, child bond.

Others would remember that day
as they sat back and cried,
not growing up with their parent
for ten long years, they were denied.

Remembering those lost today
children's hearts, still torn in two,
looking at names engraved in stone
for the entire world to view.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
Sept.11/2011

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written on the tenth anniversary.

Let Them Know

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9/11 Poems

The skies were a clear blue
ten years ago today,
then the skies were filled with horror
the prices, people had to pay.

Why can't the world, live as one
just the way God wants?
It would make Him happier
but instead, in just haunts.

There are many, hurting hearts
too many tears are being shed,
this world should be a happy place
but, it's always filled with dread.

I say to you my friends
try to lend a helping hand,
remember those families of 9/11
don't let this be, their last stand.

Let them know, we ARE there
to help them, when they're in need,
a friendly smile to greet them
and a warm hug, yes, INDEED.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
Sept.11/2011

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written on the tenth year anniversary.

Don't Cry, I Am Here

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9/11 Poems

I know, within my heart and soul
that this has been a hard day,
friends and family, remembering those lost
just trying to find their way.

Millions of tears had been shed
throughout ten years too long,
but in your hearts, try to remember
your loved ones, with a happy song.

Many people had passed on this day
lest we forget them all,
I send my hugs, directly to you
I will be there to catch you, if you fall.

I will give you a shoulder to lean on
if you can't stand on your own two feet,
I am one of many in this world
with loving, open arms, I will greet.

God doesn't want you to cry
He holds your loved ones near,
keeping them safe, in the arms of His love
there is nothing, no longer to fear.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
Sept.11/2011

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Ten years to the day.