Snow for a Day
Snow is nice for a day,
Then it needs to go away.
It sparkles, it hushes, it blankets the street,
But cold toes and slush make the charm incomplete.
Let it fall, let it gleam, let it put on its show—
Then pack up your bags, snow… time to go! ❄️😄
Beautiful for a short time
MarkWaldrop
🍪 National Cookie Day 🍪
What is your favorite cookie today?
A question sweet in every way.
Chocolate chip or lemon bite,
Warm and gooey, pure delight.
Oatmeal raisin, snickerdoodle spice,
Peanut butter—oh so nice.
Sugar cookies dressed so bright,
Sprinkles sparkling in the light.
Truth be told, if I may strike,
I never met a cookie I didn’t like.
Big or small, soft or crisp,
Each one brings a little bliss.
So grab a treat and celebrate,
Life’s simple joys that taste so great.
On Cookie Day, come what may
Let happiness be baked today. 🍪💛
Yum Yum Yum
MarkWaldrop
Stuff
I’ve got so much stuff
old memories and dust,
things I once needed,
and things I bought just… because.
I look at it now and scratch my head
Why did I keep this?
What was I thinking ahead?
The kids don’t want it
not the knick-knacks, not the chair,
not the lamp from ‘84,
not my souvenir underwear.
So someday when I’m gone
and they sort through it all,
they’ll donate half to charity
and maybe keep… a photo on the wall.
And if you’re wandering aisles
at Goodwill or Salvation Army
and see something odd that makes you laugh
well… that just might be part of me.
So take it with a smile,
or leave it where it stands
just know I lived a good life
(and bought way too much in clearance bins).
And when I’m finally home
where no earthly clutter follows,
I’ll leave behind the shelves and drawers
and trade them for peace—and golden hollows.
But if you ever find my treasures
priced ninety-nine cents or two
smile, friend…
because somewhere I’m laughing, too.
Mark C. Waldrop 🪶
What Must We Do
Violence begets violence—so cycles repeat,
Old wounds reopen on every street.
Anger returns where love once stood,
And peace is buried beneath what “should.”
What must we do in a world torn apart,
To mend the flesh and heal the heart?
We cannot strike and hope for calm,
Nor shout and pray for quiet balm.
We must begin where hatred ends
With open hands and listening friends.
With courage not to raise the fist,
But build a world where none are missed.
We teach our children not with fear,
But with the truth: all lives are dear.
We speak for those who have no say,
And walk with those cast far away.
Forgiveness is a heavy stone,
But it can raise a brighter home.
Justice wrapped in mercy’s thread
Can weave new paths where blood once bled.
So what must we do? We choose to start
With softer voice and braver heart.
For peace is not a passive dream,
But fierce and real—andours to redeem.
MarkWaldrop
National Donut Day Delight 🍩
Sprinkles fly and glazes gleam,
Like sugary clouds in a breakfast dream.
From jelly-filled to old-fashioned rings,
Today we praise these frosted things!
One bite in, the world feels right—
Powdered joy and chocolate light.
So grab a dozen, share the cheer,
For Donut Day is finally here!
MarkWaldrop
It’s April Fools’ Day—don’t be led astray,
Believe nothing you hear, in no kind of way.
Trust no fisherman, with tales long and bold,
Their stories grow taller each time they’re told.
Today is a jest, but so is the year,
Deception and laughter walk hand in hand here.
Just like any other day, truth wears a disguise,
With a wink in its eye and mischief that flies.
So laugh at the lies, and cherish the jest,
For sometimes the fibs are simply the best.
But if someone says they caught “one this big,”—
Just smile and nod… and call out their gig.
MarkWaldrop
Reason falters when emotions dance,
And truth is dulled by the thirst of chance.
We join the wild crowd, swept along
For in the chaos, we feel we belong.
A cause embraced, no matter the cost,
Feeds the ego, though truth is lost.
It lifts our minds, ignites our pride,
While truth stands quiet, pushed aside.
But still, a whisper calls us near:
“Be still, and let your soul draw clear.”
For when the heart finds holy peace,
The noise of self and strife will cease.
Calm your soul, and still your mind
The light of Truth you soon will find.
Hold fast to Jesus, pure and bright,
And walk forever in His light.
For His Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop
The rose smiles in silence, soft and serene,
A whisper of grace in shades of green.
Its petals unfold, a quiet embrace,
A masterpiece born of time and space.
Its beauty paints the world anew,
A crimson blush, a golden hue.
Without a word, it speaks to the heart,
A timeless language, a work of art.
No need for voices, no need for sound,
Its presence alone is beauty unbound.
A silent teacher, its lesson is clear—
Grace blooms quietly, for all who draw near.
MarkWaldrop
This snow-covered orange tree,
What a startling sight to see.
Once in a hundred years, they say,
This anomaly might come into play.
A Christmas tree adorned with gold,
Oranges glimmering in the cold.
I have never seen such before,
Nature’s wonder, its sacred lore.
I am blessed to be in this time, this space,
Feeling God’s breath in this quiet place.
MarkWaldrop
My name is Mark. I’m just an old country boy. I give God all the Glory
My heart He filled April 26, 2021, with rhyming joy.
God showed up and gave the gift of rhyming to me
I now share it with all who listen for His Beauty to see
Mark my Words
The Greatest Gift
Why I write, I’ll share with you,
A journey deep, a purpose true,
To bring forth words from soul to page,
To touch the hearts of every age.
I write to share the thoughts inside,
To heal, to soothe, to be a guide,
To bring a smile, a tear of joy,
Or moments sad, yet not destroy.
My poems live within the mind,
Yet fully breathe when they are kind,
To those who read and feel the weight,
Of emotions shared, of love and fate.
For poems are not complete alone,
They thrive when hearts have fully known,
The gift of words, from soul to pen,
A whisper sent from Heaven, then.
The greatest gift a poet sees,
Is knowing words can set minds free,
To stir the heart, inspire flight,
This is why, dear friend, I write.
For His Glory
MarkWaldrop
MarkWaldrop KE4WA
Email ke7wa@juno.com
God Is So Good
God is so good
more faithful than morning light,
more steady than mountains,
more tender than the quiet night.
He is taking me places
I never dreamed I’d stand
paths I once feared to travel,
now guided by His hand.
He opened doors I never knocked on,
He spoke peace where I felt fear,
He turned valleys into victory
and wiped away every tear.
I once wondered if He heard me
if my prayers reached past the sky.
But now I see His fingerprints
in every how and why.
Not every step has been easy,
not every season felt kind
but through every storm and struggle,
He reshaped my heart and mind.
Now I walk with quiet confidence,
with gratitude understood
because God is so, so faithful
and God is so, so good.
And where He leads, I’ll follow,
with trust—not fear—instead,
for the road behind reminds me:
He’s already gone ahead. ✨
For God’s Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop