Ron Tranmer


Ron Tranmer Poems

1. Best Friends Again 3/6/2012
2. Compliments 3/6/2012
3. My Dog Would 3/6/2012
4. New, New Year's Resolutions 3/6/2012
5. Christmas Or Giftmas? 12/5/2012
6. Christmas With Christ 12/5/2012
7. Quasi Moto 3/6/2012
8. Satan's Lures 3/6/2012
9. Thanksgiving Feast 3/6/2012
10. My Battle 3/6/2012
11. Friend & Brother 3/6/2012
12. Symbols Of The Christmas Candy Cane 12/7/2014
13. Don'T Have A Happy Holiday 12/11/2013
14. Deeds Of Love 3/6/2012
15. Lefties 3/6/2012
16. God's Colors 3/6/2012
17. The Battle 3/6/2012
18. The Awaited Visit 3/6/2012
19. On Bended Knee 3/6/2012
20. Our Favorite Recipe 3/6/2012
21. Love Like Flowers 3/6/2012
22. A True Friend 3/6/2012
23. A Time For Goodbye 3/6/2012
24. No More Tears 3/6/2012
25. Imagine Heaven 3/6/2012
26. Mother Nature 3/6/2012
27. Watching You 3/6/2012
28. Tie A Knot, Hang On 3/6/2012
29. The Greatest Gift 12/5/2012
30. How Old Am I? 3/6/2012
31. Teardrops & Rainbows 3/6/2012
32. A Perfect World 3/6/2012
33. Unsung Hero's 3/6/2012
34. The Cost Of Freedom 3/6/2012
35. Family Tree 3/6/2012
36. Sports Fan 3/6/2012
37. Heaven's Rocking Chair 3/6/2012
38. The Broken Chain 3/6/2012

Comments about Ron Tranmer

  • Heather Wilson Heather Wilson (3/6/2012 2:24:00 PM)

    Brilliant poems, I love them, thank you.

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Best Poem of Ron Tranmer

The Broken Chain

We little knew the day that
God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
In death we do the same.

It broke our hearts to lose you
But you didn’t go alone.
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.

You left us peaceful memories.
Your love is still our guide,
And though we cannot see you
You are always at our side.

Our family chain is broken
and nothing seems the same,
but as God calls us one by one
the chain will link again.

Read the full of The Broken Chain

Our Favorite Recipe

Put a man who's good and wholesome
into a mixing pan.
Then, add one woman full of love
and blend well with the man.

Add any children of the man,
and the woman's children too.
Stir them all together
as you would a pot of stew.

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