Three kinds:
Three of a Kind is played in a poker card game.
The numerical rank if three cards are the same.
The others are two pair and are not of the same.
A couple creates a child that is numbered three.
This is a good way start out a big family tree.
This could make two people in love live happily.
Street numbers starting with three is meant to behold.
Three, thirty-three and three hundred were jobs of old.
Three, nine, seven, nine is my new job I will hold.
Three lighthouses:
On February twenty-six, two-thousand and five,
with flu-like symptoms: We were indoors and alive.
It was in the afternoon with the time of four.
A stranger by the name of ‘Frank’ knocked at our door.
He had held out a plastic (RITE Pharmacy) bag.
The contents came from his backyard. He did not brag.
With a bag of two lemons and orange delights,
his fresh picked offers were for one dollar outright.
After I paid him my one dollar note, I saw
three lighthouses in white on his beige cap in awe.
After I sent him my mental ‘thank you,’ he slowly
gave me a quick glance to his left as if holy.
Three sails:
One day was a clear blue sky with a warming sun.
There was a tall old lady and her taller son.
They were standing outside this church on one fine day.
We passed casually in front of them both to pray.
This white-haired lady kept looking at us beyond.
I noticed from behind them they did not respond.
“Do you want to help?” she asked of the ‘Maw’ or ‘Paw.’
They both didn’t hear her and I thought that was bad.
As we passed by, “I want to help,” I softly said.
I saw a white baseball cap on top of her head.
There in the middle patch were three white sailing ships.
These were machine embroidered with colored thread strips.
Three books:
One day, I had this urging to donate my time.
I encountered this website and ordered online.
On December twenty-two, two-thousand and five,
I opened the big package and felt truly alive.
I read the biggest book first on that and the next day.
I lay on my soft bed and turned each page that way.
Angels in a Harsh World inspired this writer.
Her simple, small world seemed to have gotten brighter.
On the second day, I read about The Teaching.
I then learned this was no ordinary preaching.
On day three, I cried at the end of the last one.
I learned of the gifts from The Significance of One.
These events are people who serve as angels in disguise.
My experiences are real and not some lies.
I am blessed with this simple and truthful knowing.
My poetry enlightens with each words flowing.
Revised on 07-11-2006 at 04:35AM (with four mysterious examples)…
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