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    My Poetic Side
    My Poetic Side
    My Poetic Side
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    My Poetic Side

    By Dr. Martin G Tharp PhD

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    My wife and I have spent hours alternately laughing or crying as I finished each poem indiviually in the book you now read. My prayer is not that you will consider this book as a literary classic, but rather that you may be able to identlfy with some aspect of that which I have felt compelled to write about. Come and explore "My Poetic Side."

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDr. Martin G Tharp PhD
    Release dateMar 13, 2013
    ISBN9781301958290
    My Poetic Side
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    Dr. Martin G Tharp PhD

    Dr. Martin Tharp has been an avid student of the Bible for many years and holds a Bachelor, Master and eight Doctorates, one honorary and seven earned, including a Doctor. of Literature and two PhDs. He has been in full time ministry for over fifty-seven years and has authored forty-nine books to date, many of which are being used as curriculum in Bible colleges around the United States and abroad. He has also penned a number of gospel songs and recorded thirty-three albums as well as being actively involved in a school ministry to Northern Ireland in the United Kingdom for the past thirty-eight years, and Dr. Tharp has been honored twice by members of parliament in Ireland for their work in the Protestant and Catholic schools. He and his wife, Sharon, along with Maranda Howells, travel extensively across the USA and the whole of the British Isles holding evangelistic crusades in the churches of both countries.

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      My Poetic Side - Dr. Martin G Tharp PhD

      My Poetic Side

      By Martin G.Tharp, Ph.D.

      Copyright 2013 Martin Tharp Ph.D.

      Smashwords edition

      Smashwords Edition, License Notes; This Ebook is licensed for your own personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be resold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this ebook with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.. Scripture quotations identified KJV are from the Hebrew-Greek Key Word Study Bible, King James Version. Copyright 1984, 1991 by AMG International, INC and the Living Bible Copyright 1971, 1986 by Tyndale House Publishers INC

      Dedication

      It is with great joy and affection that I dedicate this book to my family, whose lives and actions have provided the basic material for this book.

      To my children and grandchildren who are a constant source of joy to my wife and I. Your constant expressions of affection which we have come to appreciate more with each passing day, has been our greatest source of strength.

      Acknowledgment

      I would like to gratefully acknowledge all of those whom I have trapped again and again, coercing them into listening to bits and pieces of this, as well as other books which are now in progress. The input which I have received from you has been an immeasurable aide to me in deciding which portions to tie a tin can to, or whether to preserve them for publication.

      Table of Contents

      Forward

      Introduction

      1. Personal

      2. Memories From My Childhood

      3. Family

      4. Theology

      5. Songs

      6. Hodge Podge

      7. My Old Friends

      About The Author

      Forward

      This is a book of poetry. Poetry, in the dictionary, is a type of writing that achieves its effects by rhythm, sound patterns, and energy. The effect of Brother Marty’s poetry is the deep emotion of love- love for God and the Bible, as well as love for family and friends. His poetry evokes a new appreciation for these things and what I have felt in reading you will feel, powerfully as well, coming straight from Marty’s heart. And, because he is also Marty, you’ll discover that sense of humor and mischievousness we all love, extrapolating about his computer, a coffee pot, and other absolute necessities.

      As Marty’s Pastor, I am always amazed at the abundance of talent God has given him. This book has given me new insight into the depth of his spiritual life, and the quality of his relationship to God, which extends far beyond his talent.

      Thanks Marty, for revealing your heart in these wonderful verses. I am convinced that every reader will have their capacity for love and laughter dramatically influenced.

      Pastor, Dr. Don Arnold,

      Senior Pastor of; AThe Tabernacle" Gadsden, Alabama.

      President of; AThe Full Gospel Fellowship of Churches and Ministers International, Dallas Texas.

      Introduction

      I have discovered that for me, there are some things which can only be articulated by using the medium of poetry. It has been my lifelong desire to put into written form some of the more painful aspects of my own life as a child. The divorce of my mom and dad was not an event which I relished, neither was the alcoholism of my father.

      It has taken a lifetime of attempting to eradicate some of the memories of the more debilitating aspects of that portion of my life, and at the same time find comfort in the knowledge that God is now, and has always been in control.

      In the twelve books which I have written to date, I have included only a few bits and pieces of some events, but never have I been able to deal with those years more succinctly than in this small volume which you hold in your hand.

      I have observed that poetry is an amazing tool which will allow us to express things which are simply too painful or too private to deal with adequately. It is also provides us a means to share portions of events in the lives of our children, as well as others whose lives have intertwined with ours.

      My wife and I have spent hours alternately either laughing or crying as I finished each poem individually. My prayer is not that you will consider this book as a literary classic, but rather that you may be able to identify with some aspect of that which I have felt compelled to write about.

      Chapter 1

      Personal

      Paradise

      I held her close and listened to her soft and gentle snore,

      Counting all the times I’ve thought; I just can’t love her more.

      The years have passed and I have found the only thing I fear,

      Is she may tire of my embrace, my need to hold her near.

      I lay thinking of the day when I sent roses to the door,

      I came home that night to see her sitting on the floor!

      Her eyes were red and puffy from the tears which she had cried,

      Whatever has gone wrong with her? She had me mystified.

      I thought someone died, as I tried to calm her down,

      The tears flowed so profusely, I thought we both might drown!

      But when her tears subsided, she finally told me why,

      She held me close still sobbing, It’s the roses! That made me cry!

      I discovered on that day, I could buy sugar rather cheap,

      Just send her flowers or some small gift, that will make her weep.

      I softly touched her face as I remembered how she cried,

      When we saw Shenandoah, and in it someone died.

      Her tenderness amazes me, in silly little things,

      The way she gets all dewy eyed, bout a bird with a broken wing!

      I thought about the day, when underneath my wheel,

      Her little pet French poodle ran, oh my did she squeal!

      She could not stop crying, though I tried to sympathize,

      It was near two months before she looked me in the eyes.

      Ah but she forgave me, we’d had a near miss before,

      Every time I tried to park the car, she bolted from the door.

      I knew I was forgiven, when a smile would cross her face,

      She would crawl up in my lap, and relish my embrace.

      Does she know how hopeless I would be without that smile?

      If she wakes up I’ll be here, just to hold her for a while.

      It only seems like yesterday, she captured my poor heart,

      As the years have flown I find, I love her more than at the start.

      I thought about the day when I fell down on one knee,

      I looked up in those eyes and said, will you marry me?

      We were in Las Vegas, walking on a busy street,

      Everybody grinned at us when she held me oh so sweet.

      Yes! I want to marry you, she answered so quickly,

      Just the thoughts of that fine day, sends shivers over me!

      I pulled her ever closer, while she slept in peaceful bliss,

      Please Lord won’t you give me, ten thousand nights like this!

      What did I ever do for God, to give me one like you?

      I feel truly blessed, I hope and pray that you do too.

      I want to wake her up and tell her just how much I care,

      But she’s in such peaceful slumber, I’m content to hold her there.

      As I drift off in peaceful sleep and we start to harmonize,

      It may be noise to you my friend, to me its paradise!

      * * * * *

      My Wife

      Never have I met a woman, looking quite as neat,

      But when you stop and look again, this girl has two left feet.

      Now she will tell you anything, that you don’t need to know,

      She’ll likely tell you anyway, whether you are friend or foe.

      She’s never met a stranger, wherever she may roam,

      But when I like her best is when it’s time to take her home.

      This woman can’t remember what she’s done with anything,

      Everything she owns, oh my, she even lost her ring.

      Her purse may turn up later, that’s just the way it goes,

      Where she’s left it this time, only she and heaven knows!

      She misplaced our passports when we prepared to fly,

      She lost all our money! till it was time to buy!

      Has anyone seen the car keys, Lord knows where they could be,

      She swears she saw me with them last, you must be kidding me!

      She’s lost her shoes, her coat, her bag, and all else not tied down,

      Everything seems to turn up, as a smile wipes out the frown.

      An entire bag of jewelry, she hid the thing someplace,

      I know it’s just a thought, but why not buy a jewelry case?

      One day when she got the urge, to throw some things away,

      She will always thank the Lord, a second look, it pays!

      All the things she said, had mysteriously disappeared,

      Was there inside a candy box, safe from the crooks she feared!

      She had opened up the candy box to have a

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