Poems

St. Patrick’s BreastplateÔÇ¿  
… also known as the “Lorica of St. Patrick” and sometimes “The Deer Cry.” ÔÇ¿ÔÇ¿It is attributed to St. Patrick and lore has it that reciting this prayer protected him when he ventured to visit the Pagan King of Ireland. Assassins were ready for an ambush, but as Patrick said the prayer it seemed to the enemies that a herd of deer were going by.

ÔÇ¿ÔÇ¿Recite this prayer in the morning and you are ready to face the world.

ÔÇ¿ÔÇ¿Words & Music by John McCutcheon, c. 1984, John McCutcheon / Appalsong ÔÇ¿This song is based on a true story from the front lines of World War I that I've heard many times. Ian Calhoun, a Scot, was the commanding officer of the British forces involved in the story shown above. He was subsequently court-martialed for 'consorting with the enemy' and sentenced to death. Only George V spared him from that fate. --- ÔÇ¿My name is Francis Toliver, I come from Liverpool.ÔÇ¿ Two years ago the war was waiting for me after school.ÔÇ¿ To Belgium and to Flanders, to Germany to here, I fought for King and country I love dear. 'Twas Christmas in the trenches, where the frost so bitter hung.ÔÇ¿ The frozen fields of France were still, no Christmas song was sung.ÔÇ¿

Hello God, I called tonight To talk a little while… I need a friend who’ll listen To my anxiety and trial… …………………………………. You see, I can’t quite make it Through a day just on my own… I need your love to guide me, So I’ll never feel alone. …………………………………. I …

By Dave Griffith
-- Falsely circulating the Internet, without credit, as "Crabby Old Man"

 -- Author Unknown

By Robert Brault

The world’s a jigsaw, once I thought,
With each of us a piece to fit,
A predetermined Grand Design
And each of us a part of it.

I thought that God must surely have
A blueprint of His final goal,
And all who come into this life
Are meant to play some fated role.

But when my little Jessie died,
It seemed to me but sheer caprice.
Where fits a child in God’s design

Before you read the jokes on this page about Happiness...
If you really want to be happy, don't worry... this is just for you!
Listen to this little tune Bobby Mcferrin wrote (and sang)... just for you...
"Dont Worry, Be Happy!"

-- by Author Unknown

If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you
and share with you its beauty
On the days you're feeling blue.

If I could build a mountain
You could call your very own
A place to find serenity
A place to be alone

If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea
But all these things I'm finding
are impossible for me.

I cannot build a mountain
Or catch a rainbow fair
But let me be what I know best -

-- Author Unknown

If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a port,
and the bus is interrupted as a very last resort,
and the address of the memory makes your floppy disk abort,
then the socket packet pocket has an error to report.

If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a dash,
and the double-clicking icon puts your window in the trash,
and your data is corrupted 'cause the index doesn't hash,
then your situation's hopeless and your system's gonna crash!