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Curtis Moorman Poem
THE COUNTRY ANGEL
He came dressed in clean pressed jeans
A leather vest and a matching leather hat
Though he was someone we'd never seen
No one seemed to think much of that
He was carrying a beat-up guitar case
He asked, "Is this where the Bible study is?"
Someone told him, "Yes", downstairs
We'll begin around sevenish
All were gathered, thirty or so
We opened with a word of prayer
The man in the leather vest and hat
Was kindly just standing there
The host asked if he would like to play
The guitar he'd brought along
He answered quietly, "Yes Sir, if I may"
And he began to strum a song
It was a familiar song to everyone
We all sang every word
The man played melodiously
Sweeter music was never heard
Many souls got saved that night
But we never found out his name
He had simply vanished from our sight
We know not from whence he came
We all agreed on this one thing
Just as Scriptures bares
We had heard an angel sing
And entertained him unawares
Copyright © Curtis Moorman | Year Posted 2012
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TRIMMING THE TREE
Once a year across the land
A festive time is carefully planned
Part of this time just has to be
The anticipation of trimming the tree
It's always fun to shop and choose
Exactly the tree you wish to use
You take it home and once it's there
You decorate it with loving care
Special ornaments bring great delight
When placed on the tree to reflect the light
Each handmade by a tiny tot
Placed on the tree in a special spot
Kept and cared for all these years
Now hung with memories that bring on tears
You think of Christmases long since past
And marvel that time can move so fast
Those tiny tots now grown and gone
Will soon have children of their own
To teach how special it can be
When the time has come to trim the tree
13 December 2018
For Christmas Tree Contest sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
Copyright © Curtis Moorman | Year Posted 2010
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Curtis Moorman Poem
A POEM MADE UP OF CLICHES
At Poetry Soup we're admonished
Never to use cliches
They provide us an extensive list
For the error of our ways
But one thing you can rely on
Is people just don't pay heed
Like a dog gnawing a ham bone
Poets write stuff unfitten to read
Over and over again
I traverse the road less traveled
No one understands me
I feel worn to a frazzle
When all is said and done
I'll just wish upon a star
Or perhaps I'll follow the sun
And hope I don't go too far
Since fools rush in
Where angels fear to trod
And people get under my skin
I'll go by the grace of God
When life takes an unexpected twist
And you're plagued by a multitude of sin
Not making money hand over fist
Misery loves company and broken hearts never mend
You have reached the end of your rope
Tired of waiting for your ship to come in
Don't sit around and mope
'Cause you have fences to mend
Curtis Moorman
30 November 2018
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THE SOUNDS OF A ROSE
The Red Rose speaks softly
with velvety smoothness, it beckons me
come, hear my song of gladness
as I sing a lullaby
The Yellow Rose has a sound of authority
beware the thorns of life as you are
pricked by unforeseen events
tread carefully lest you stumble and fall
The Pink Rose is the rose of love shared
it sighs gently like a lover caressed
it glistens with dewdrops like tears of bliss
and seeks to be lovingly cared for
The Purple Rose is a rose easily bruised
its delicate nature makes it vulnerable
the aroma it creates is sensuous, yet innocent
treat it with care lest you crush its tender petals
love it with a certain purity and it will be yours forever
The White Rose is the symbol of purity
the voice is that of compassion
as it pleads with all who see it
be ye kind one to another
The Black Rose speaks in tones of finality
as it coaxes one on their death bed
come to me on your journey to eternity
where will you spend eternity is his question
Embrace the sounds of the rose
when each comes your way
let them engulf you in the special manner
yes, embrace the sounds of the rose
Copyright © Curtis Moorman | Year Posted 2018
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VETERANS ARE PEOPLE
I fought in the trenches of World War I
In the foxholes of World War II
I was in the Korean Conflict
And the rice paddies of Vietnam too
I've been to Afghanistan
Kuwait and Iraq
Spent long months away from home
I've been to hell and back
But the stars and stripes will forever wave
In honor of those who went to their grave
To ensure that America will always be
The home of the brave and the land of the free
The bells of freedom will continue to ring
All across the USA
And it can be said, without a doubt
Our veterans paved the way
24 August 2018
For the contest sponsored by July Morning
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I'M A SHEET SLITTER
I'm a sheet slitter, I slit sheets
Because I'm the best sheet slitter
That ever slit a sheet
For the contest sponsored by Nina Parmenter
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I WILL LIFT UP MY EYES
I will lift up my eyes unto the hills
To the God of Heaven and seek His will
The Lord, the maker of heaven and earth
Has been my help before my birth
He never slumbers, nor does He sleep
I forever will be in His watchful keep
He is the shade on my right hand
Under His protection, I'll forever stand
I'm preserved from evil, He preserves my soul
I'll trust Him until His face I behold
My going out, and my coming in
Are preserved forever only by Him
One day I'll stand on Heaven's shore
To reign with Him forevermore
Curtis Moorman
22 December 2011
For contest: Faith vs Poetry
Based on Psalm 121:1-8
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Curtis Moorman Poem
CORONA VIRUS (COV-19)
The Black Death, or bubonic plague, which happened nearly 700 years ago, (in the three year period of 1347 to 1351 in which it lasted) took the lives of an estimated 75 to 200 million people. It stayed dormant for 300 years. It then reared its ugly head in Spain and London. The plague is certainly a devastating entity to be reckoned with. The attack by terrorists on 9/11 was a dastardly deed perpetrated by cowards and the death toll was horrendous but by comparison, the Black Death is by far the worse catastrophe ever witnessed by mankind. In Biblical History, leprosy was the most dreaded disease which maimed and killed many. But rest assured there are days coming that all the combined plagues of history can compare. In the Book of Matthew 24:6-13 it reads: "And you will hear of wars and rumors of wars. See that you are not troubled: for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet. For nation will rise up against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. And there will be famines, pestilences, and earthquakes in various places. All these are the beginning of sorrows. Then they will deliver you up to tribulation and kill you, and you will be hated by all nations for My name's sake. And then many will be offended, will betray one another, and will hate one another." There is already great evidence of this taking place in government today and all around the world. You may ask the question, "What does this have to do with the Corona Virus (COV-19)? The Corona Virus can be controlled. The chaos and devastation of Armageddon cannot be stopped or brought under control. Therefore, it is an undisputed fact that the world will experience a catastrophe far greater than anything that has ever taken place. Matthew 6:33-34 reads: "Seek ye first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble."
Friday, 13 March 2020
Curtis Moorman
For the Corona Virus (COV-19) contest
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A LIMERICK ON NOTED SOUP POETS
Bob Hinshaw, Tom Cunningham, James Edward Lee, Sr., Russell Sivey, Gordon McConnell, Greg Barden, Emile Pinet, Silent One, WingedWarrior, Charles Messina, Gershon Wolf, Richard Lamoureux, Joe Flack, Liam McDaid, Rick Parise, Curtis Johnson, Curtis Futch, Jr., Brian Strand, Don Johnson, Jack Ellison, Roblert Lindley, Timothy McGuire, John Gondolf, Arturo Michael, Edward Ibeh, Kevin Shaw, Harry Horsman, Dr. Ram Mehta
They come from all walks of life
Some from countries filled with strife
They wish to convey
Their life in a way
That cuts to the core like a knife
They write words of wisdom, words that inspire
Words of great mirth, and some words of hell fire
Some poems tell a story
On getting to glory
They truly are poets that we can admire
When you read the words they have written
I feel certain that you will be smitten
You may laugh, or you may cry
You may just chuckle, or only sigh
But what they have written is always fittin'
If your name is not here, please forgive me
The list is inexhaustible, you see
It would take many days
To give everyone praise
And on that, I think you'll agree
Curtis Moorman
7 August 2019
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THE UMBRELLA OF LIFE
There is an umbrella called life
Spread over all the earth
It contains some strife
But it also has great worth
This red umbrella provides protection
From the problems we all face
We have not been granted perfection
As we run the course of life's race
But we have a Redeemer to look to
When the strife is hard to bear
He will always see us through
With gentle loving care
When the heavy rain is falling
He is there to calm the storm
He hears us when we're calling
And He keeps us from all harm
Call upon Him when storm clouds rise
He will protect you from the strife
He will give you bright blue skies
Underneath the red umbrella of life
31 October 2018
For the contest sponsored by Eve Roper
Copyright © Curtis Moorman | Year Posted 2018
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