Abinadi The Martyr-- by Kate Wynstelle

Abinadi the Martyr

Abinadi was captured!
Taken to the king
Standing in His iron chains
Within a priestly ring.

They challenged him-their war of words
Couldn't make him fall.
He'd come to know his Savior.
This helped him stand up tall.

It could have been so easy
"You're right, I'm wrong, ok?"
But standing there in chains he knew
Just how to end the day.

He gave a testimony bold
"Break forth in joy and sing!
The grave is vanquished ever more
And death hath lost its sting."

In anger, they approached him
But "Touch me not!" he roared
"Until I've spoken all to you
Put away your swords!"

And light shone round the prophet's face
The priests were touched by fear
One leaned a little closer
And to the words gave ear.

"A light and life for everyone
May be found this hour.
Why teach ye not this people
Of the marv'lous saving power?"

Then in his spot so lonely
Surrounded by his foes
he met the eyes of one young priest
And Alma quickly rose.

"He speaks the truth, Release him!"
But Noah, in kingly rage
Sent forth the guards, so Alma ran.
Only the prophet kept the stage.

The only one who'd listened
Was surely to be slain.
Abinadi had one last chance
"Renounce what you have said!"

"I will not recall my words
Now I have spoken all.
You'll see the vengeance of the Lord.
Oh God, receive my soul."

Although encircled 'bout by chains
With fire burning clear.
The chains of death and flames of hell
Could not to him draw near.

And as before a light shone 'round
The holy prophet's face,
As he ascended upward
To receive his Savior's grace.

Haiku for You (and other poems)

Miss Cupcake
(With her first ever published poem!)
Slingshot, slingshot
They are fun!
I like to do slingshots
Slingshots are fun!

Miss Butterfly

Monsters
Terrible, Frightening, Scary Monsters

Butter
Slippery, sliding, sticky butter

Horses
Prancing, jumping,
Running all around the meadow
Where the horses play

Home
Cozy, warm, safe
Home is where I want to be
Because my family is there
(To keep me safe)

Mr. Rutabaga 
(formerly known as "Lightning Man")
I'm going to impress
I'm going to rhyme a haiku
"I can tie my shoe"

Kangaroo Rat
I like pie and cheese
Also real-ly yummy peas
Oh, my! That sounds good.

Tulip
Nature Sees
Nature sees Bees and Trees
Natures sees Everything!
Flowers, Trees and Seeds.

Nature sees anything:
Bees, trees, seeds, flowers, colors, hives, ponds,
Frogs, bogs, fogs, dogs, hogs.

Wapeaberry
(Dedicated to Spooner and Binks)

Little Brothers
They are full of smiles
They play games outside with me
Yes, I love them so!

Zoe Zephyr
(based upon her recent reading of "Monkey": a folktale of China)
Seeking endless life
Monkey leaves home and monkeys
Brazen fool in heaven

Stealing the peaches
Upsetting Heavenly Feasts
Monkey cares little

Monkey travels on
Battling goofy battles
Against Heavenly Hosts

Monkey spits his haris
They become mini-monkeys
Which gain him victory

Family Haiku
I love to do Haiku
It makes me want to sneeze
Watch out all!  Ah-choo!

Diamente Wapeaberry

Heavenly Father

Majestic, Clean

Forgiving, Teaching, Loving

Pure, Just...Nasty, Mean

Cunning, Tricking, Leading Astray

Horrible, Liar

Satan

Friends

Loyal, Kind

Understanding, Listening, Comforting

Nice, Respects...disrespectful, rude

pushing, punching, laughing

sad, having a hard time

Bullies

Ox

Tough, Strong

Pulling, Pushing, Helping

Firm, True...Gentle, Sweet

Hopping, Eating, Cuddling

Adorable, Cute

Bunnys

Help!

Help Me

Help US

We can not reimu! (Rhyme)

About Me!

My name is Hava. I have 6 brothers and 4 sisters. I Have a amazing LiFe. I Live in New YorK and I useb to Live in YtaH. This are the names of my family. Dad, Mom, Tova, Kel, Isaac, DRew, Lily, HyRum Piper, Maia, Zai, eli and I Hava am 7. from Miss Butterfly.

The Oyster's Work

I am a happy oyster sitting gently in the sand.
The turtles pass,
the seals bark,
The seaweed waves from where they stand.

I have within a tiny pearl created from the dirt,
A tiny speck
That sifted down
Left over from the laughing surf.

I watch as dancing clouds skiff briskly over head
The sea gulls cry
The rain dumps down
I rest without the slightest dread.

The seahorses all gently sway in prancing and delight,
The otters play,
The eels cavort,
My own foot is secure and tight.

Adding layer after layer upon this gem inside
Taking time
An eye of faith
Can see the treasure deep inside.

Splashing giddily above, the heron and the trout
Can only see
The hardened crust
No evidence to what I'm about.

One day I'll open wide to God to show the gem within,
The miracle
Shaped from the sand
My inner precious gift to Him.

What I Like the Best

I love God
I love Jesus
That is what I like the Best.
I Love my Family. I Love my Friends.
And that is what I like the Best.
I love animals. I love Food
And that is what I like the Best.
And that is the End.
--from Miss Butterfly

Kitchen Rhyme

I know a Spoon, who flew a Balloon.
I know a fork, who eats a lot of pork.
I know a knife, who almost Lost his Life.
I know a plate, who is always Late.
I know a Dish, Who Just Finish (ed).

God

God makes a bee
God makes some land
God makes lots of things
Jest like you and me.

Gold and You

Gold is priceless
Silver is too.
But neither is as important
As the day God made you.

Creation

Creation

Order from Chaos

Beauty  emerges from the Darkness

Energy and Perfection Poured into Matter

A Proving Ground

A place to experience all the wonderous sensations and trials

that would make us gods.

Whether it is Worlds without Number

Or one Life

Seven Days 

or 

One Lifetime

Something from Nothing

The Wonder of God's Wisdom

Majesty and Might

Is the Miracle of

Creation

BYU and Duke

BYU

Strong, Courageous

Catching, Winning, Soaring

Blue, White...Red, Black

Sleeping, Snoring, Slipping

Good and Fine

UTES

(Wapeaberry)

Duke (the dog at Moores)

Obedient, Cheerful

Playing, Chasing, Protecting

Black, White...Brown, Green

Swimming, Diving, Flying

Curious, Loud

Duck

(Chugger-dude)

Rhyming Fun!

Hat and Cat
Rhyming fun!
Dog and Frog
Play in the sun.
Bike and Trike
Cruising fast.
Wish and Fish
Swimming past.
Tie and Pie
Remind me of Drew.
Draw and Paw
That's Lily, too!
Sweet and Petite
My Piper dear.
Kind I find
When Hava's near.
Bright and Sprite
That's Miss Maia Moo.
Hunk and Spunk
My Chugger--...naut.
Rhyme and Time
It's been so fun.
Fit to Quit
And now I'm done!

Diamente on the Goob

Drew

awesome, funny

running, laughing, creating

paper, pen, water, dirt

sliding, coming, exploring

sticky, messy

worm

Frog in the Fog

I met a frog
Down in the Fog
It was Upside DOWN.
I Told That Frog
Down In That Fog.
Are you all right
It looks like you need a light.
The Frog went Hoping
Up the road
But This time
He went with Me.

Pot 'O Gold

Kate Winslet gave us all the following challenge, to use 3 or more of the following words:

St Patrick's Day

Ireland

Leprechauns

Faeries (spelling required)

4-Leaf Clovers

Mac______ (fill in the blank)

Finn

Pot o' Gold

End of the Rainbow

The following is Lightning Man's reply:

Me off on a Race for me Pot 'O Gold,
The sides are chaffed 'nd are growing mold.
And ol' MacFinn and me buddy Larry
Are both saying it was by d' faeries.

And that's why I'm off on St. Paddy's Day
'Cause the leprechauns have all gone away
And I really don't know what quite to say
Besides the end of the rainbow's tardy today.

I hope I'm finally nearing the end
For I've searched a clover of Ire-land.
And I really think it practically over
For I've even searched 'neath me four-leaf clover.

(Considering it was written in about 10 minutes, I would say it is pretty good!)

Eagle

Eagle
Majestic, Noble
Soaring, Exploring, Adoring
Smart, Beautiful...Slimy, Chewy
Crawling, Pooing, Flowering
Nasty, Everlasting
Worm

Pig

Pig squeaks, and squiggles, playing, sleeping, eating, and pink.
Spinning webs side to side, jumping, spinning, swirling around,
eight legged spider.

I HAVE 3

I have a blanket
at a banquet.
I have a pillow
at a willow.
I have a sheet
and a beet.
I have a mattress pad.
I'm really mean.

I AM

I am giving up on you.

I am going pooh (that is his father's influence)

I am something.

I am bumping.

I am rice.

I am lice.

I am a tree.

I am a wasp.

I HAVE 2

I have a river,
that makes me shiver.
I have a boat,
and a moat.
I have a beam,
and a stream.
I have a beak,
and swim in a creek.
I have a pond,
my hair is brunette.

Sonnet to my Pencil

O how my pencil fills me with delight

For as I do write with its leaded tip

I induce feelings of love, joy, or fright

On a summer’s voyage I can take trip.

O how it stirs such stirrings of my mind.

I cannot help but wonder that a thing

Of such small, yellow consequence can bind,

Can capture, can entrap, in truth can bring

Such beautiful imaginings to life

That peace may come, indeed, replacing strife.

The Imperfect Poet

I know that you can judge me

anytime you want

and I know that I have failed,

and that my imperfections haunt

But that is no excuse mock

nor make you critic known

‘cause I know far above

my purpose is differently shown

though I am no perfect peot,

let me try without disgrace,

cause I can live without

your critics in my face.

--by anonymous

The Perfect Scribe

(as Tulip instructed me to dictate her words I can accept no responsibility for the following. This message was brought to you by KW)

I like pie. What, Mom? Could I hurry and do something?

I want to fly. I don’t want to die. What did you want me to do, Mom?

The Dark Gift

The war is waging.
I am losing.
Words trigger emotions...feelings...
"unnoticed"
"unwanted"
"unworthy"
Bitterness, my poisonous friend
stirring chaos.

Help me, please.

Shut out the hurt.
Effort!
Trapped within these walls of my own making.
So deadly,
So strong.

A light.
A hope.
An improbable healing.

"Look within!"
Pierce the confusing gloom,
Seek every corner
Extract the bitterness within.

Build a box carefully within my mind,
My soul.
First one side,
Then the other.
Deceptively frail...and then...

I pour my darkness into the box
Filling it impossibly
Darkness and swirling shadow
Forced within this box.

I look around my inner realm.
Silence.
Whiteness.
Peace.
Freedom.  

I hold this box in front of my mind's eye,
Carefully wrapping it in
Beautiful, shimmering paper
A large golden bow
Gracefully tying it together.

The beauty serves sharp contrast
To its dark and hurtful contents.

"Now, imagine Him coming to you."
The echoes of my friend's counsel drifts in my head.
"You give it to Him, and He takes it,
Keeps it
And it is never yours again."

Never? I wonder
Never? I ponder
Holding it out
To the One who can take it from me.

The shouts
The dissonance
The tendrils of bitterness..
...all gone.

"Is it really that simple?"
I wonder, I ponder
As I watch His retreating back.

A whisper of peace echoes
In the peaceful whiteness of my mind.
The peace that surpasseth all understanding
Has replaced my Dark Gift.
Borne away by Him.

NPPX

I like noodles.
I like pie.
I like poodles.
I like Xai.

I Met A Frog

I met a frog
Down in the fog
Its face was upside down.
I told that frog
Down in that fog
Are you alright?
It looks like you
Need a light!
The frog went hopping
Up the road
But this time he went with me.

The Struggling Poet

(by anonymous)
I like cheese
A whole stinkin' lot.
I like to stir it
In a big metal...cooking container!

I like pasta
I love it so much
I like it enough
To have it for...the meal after breakfast!

Unheard Song

Unheard song
Awaiting a chin
The violin's bow brings it to life.

Unheard song
Stirring within
Bringing peace, quenching strife.

Unheard song
Wondering when
It will be heard, soaring high.

Unheard song
Bringing a grin
When bubbling, jumbling it spills out awry!

Unheard song
Hiding in sin
An unclean vessel keeping it down.

Unheard song
Emerging again
Joyful, cleansed, triumphant it sounds!

For many a life's
A song unheard
Potential hiding deep inside.

Waiting and hoping
Someday to be stirred
Squelched by evil, sin and pride.

When once again
The soul is pure
The song comes soaring, lifting on.

Rising, swelling
Until on high
It wings itself into the dawn.

--Zoe Zephyr

Poem for Food

I write a poem here for you
Because I have nothing better to do.
(Besides, maybe to pick my nose
And scratch my...head and then, who knows?)
And now I'm here, not telling you
That I only came to get the food.
(Aside from that, I just dropped by
To hear a story 'bout a butterfly.)
And now I will end in front of you
'Cause now I can't rhyme with no word but 'pooh.'
(And ain't that good grammar, too?)

--Lightning Man

A treasure from times past

Thanks, Q-dawg, aka "Mark Wilson"

Don't Worry Baby

My soul is repentant and I feel real bad.

I said what I oughtn't and mommy is mad.

I spoke of our love and the birds and the bees.

Now I am down on my hands and my knees.

At night I am lonely and the dog house roof leaks.

This celibacy stinks and I feel like the Meeks.

Please let me return back in your good graces.

I won't speak of zygotes, of bums or your places.

I've learned my lesson and I've learned it well.

I don't want to get banished to what rhymes with Kel.

See, I refrained from my cussing,though it was hard.

And I feel like a man, like Jean-Luc Picard.

So I ask that you reach down deep, to your toes,

Forgive me my weaknesses, my smell and my nose.

And know that I love you although I am rough.

Composed of dead bugs, poopoo logs and crude stuff.

Hava's Story

So.

This story is called "The Big Dog."

Chapter 1- "The Big Dog"

Once upon a time, there was a big dog.  He was not happy.  All of the other dogs were afraid of him. So one day he went on a walk.  And then he saw a cat.   He ate the cat.

Chapter 2- "The Fat Cat"

So then there was a cat. A big cat. She was not happy. All of the other cats were afraid of her. So one day she went walking.  And then, she saw the dog who ate her baby cat . Because he ate her baby cat, she ate him too.

Chapter 3- "The Skinny Cat and the Skinny Dog and the Skinny Baby Cat"

So the skinny cat went along and the skinny dog went along but then they saw...a bear!!!  Ah!!  Said the cat.  Ah!! Said the dog.  Then they started running.  The bear started running after them. BUT sadly the bear ran into a tree, so he couldn't get to the yummy food he was going to eat.  And then they kept on running.  And then they saw a tree tipping over.

Chapter 4- A New Animal!

So they started running!
And then, they saw some fire blowing out. And then they saw a cave.  And then when they went in the cave, it was all dark. So, and then, they saw a dragon!  So they started running.  And then!  The dragon said, "come back! I'm friendly, I'm not mean."  So they stopped and then they turned around and went back and then they was the fire blowing and actually saw all the colors.

"You look pretty!" they said.  "We didn't see all the colors on you!"

So the dragon invited them to go with him into the forest, because they told him before that they told him that he was a baby dragon and his mommy was gone.

And the mommy cat she was like "Oh, my child is gone too!"  "Oh!  We saw a baby cat hopping by.  We told him to follow the stream." And so, and then, they heard a shot gun.  And the dragon was like, "Oh no!"

So they started running!  So then he was like, "I'm sorry!  I can't run!  My mommy said I have to stay here and I didn't hear her say anything about running away!"

Chapter 5- They Take a Journey to the End of the World!

Be Kind

Be kind

you won't go blind,

Be mean

I'll eat your spleen .
--Chugger-dude

The Hog The Dog and The Frog, pickles and rocks

Once there was a Hog

a Frog and a Dog,

Then the Dog ate the Hog,

and the Frog ate the random fly

which just happened to be flying

                                    past

THE END
(KANGAROO RAT)

I love pickles

And I love pie.

And I love pickles...

I, I, I.

(by Miss Butterfly)

I once had a friend named Rock

Who was a good friend of mine,

Now he's gone...

Because I left him at Buckskin Gulch.

(By Tulip)

from pig to pet

this pig
is big
this ball
is small
this shirt
is dirt...y.

this turtle
is fertile.
this snake
is steak.
this swan
is brawn...y.

this hat
is fat.
this kitty
is pretty.
this pet
is jet...black, that is.

Snow, Shepherd's Feeding Problem, Dead Frogs and the Rat's Poem.

Snow
by Hava (Miss Butterfly)

Snow, Snow,
I like Snow
I love Snow
On....everywhere.

The Shepherd's Feeding Problem
by Tulip

(original spelling and punctuation)
There was a sheperd and he had a son. the shepard had some sheep to.  and the shepard never told his son what they eat. and the shepard allways went to the store to buy eggs.  One day the shepard left into the next life  His son was now in charge but he didn't know what the sheep eat.  So he said to himselfe "they must eat eggs."  And he started trying to get the sheep to eat the eggs and egg shells but they did not but one night the shepards dad came in a car and said THey eat Gress!
THe enD

The Frog Patty
by Wapeaberry

There once was a frog who lived by a bog whose home was a log.  One day the frog hopped could in the road and a car came by now you could guess what happened. Well, I'll tell you what happened.  A Buzzerd came by and had a delicious froggie patty.  (Sorry, I was tired.)

Rat's Poem
by Kangaroo Rat

I know a Butterfly
Who loves to eat Pie
Then there was a Warthog
That ate the Butterfly.