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Recipe for Promiscuity
Long life with a boring, snoring sod
made the wife a warring whoring broad.
For Dr. Ram Mehta's Tyburn Contest
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I’ve heard of boys made of puppy tails
And a drink made of chocolate topped with cream
I’ve often seen girls made of sugar and spice
But what is the recipe for dreams?
I imagine that dreams have some sugar
And also milk chocolate as well
I’m sure that dreams have some fantasy
But where do you find that for sale?
They must contain some fairy dust
But some say that doesn’t exist
Although if fairies and magic aren’t really real
Then how could dreams still persist?
I’ve found it! I’ve found it!
The recipe for dreams!
The first is imagination.
Just add this to sleep
And blissful thoughts
Then taste-test your own creation
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Chemistry that makes you smile
A common world view
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What is the recipe for life
Where can I find the ingredients
Open the Bible and read Gods word
A recipe that is assured
The nutrients that you will find
Will really blow your mind
He wants us to believe in Him
He whose light never grows dim
He never says I don't have time
To answer all our prayers sublime
A sweet smelling savor is this to our Lord
To hear us praying to Him in one accord
Look where Paul was when he was called
Now let's get cooking everyone
Spiritual food, I want me some
Let the Lord come into your heart
If you really want to be smart
A pound of joy goes a long long way
Remember if you should stray
Get back to God as quick as you can
By repenting to Him
He is, was, and is still the main Man
Eat this recipe and you will see
Beloved He will set you free
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Peace is though difficult
Yet not impossible to uphold,
All the kings of the states
Must remain self-concerned,
Without poking noses
Into the affairs of others,
To expand the territories,
Subjugate the nations of the world,
Enforce the so-called personal visions,
And put the humanity
Into new-fangled trials.
All the weapons
Latest, conventional or primitive,
Precious or utterly worthless,
Nuclear or less potential
Made of common explosives,
Be thrown into the deep waters
Of the unexplored seas,
Wherefrom no devilish character
Could ransack them back.
When some is killed
Neither Hindu, nor Muslim,
Neither Christian nor Jew is killed,
But a man: a child of Adam and Eve,
The same red substance
Pours out of his injured ragged body,
And it pains me.
All the weapon producing units,
And the blood spattering gadgets:
The tanks and cannons,
Mortars or machines guns,
With the squadrons of fighter-jets,
Submarines that navigate
Secretly chase the nautical targets,
Catapults and all the missiles launching frames,
Be thrown into furnaces
To be remodelled and redesigned
Into of the earth moving machinery,
Instead of the appliances
Colouring the Earth red.
All the medals or symbols
Of chivalry be taken back,
Combatants and men
With the crowned shoulders,
And medalled chests,
Who often move in the battle-fields
Puffed with the martial pride,
No service to humanity
Be employed to plough the lands,
Plant the gardens,
Make the dams and reservoirs of water,
Feed the cattle and get them milked on time,
To perform some rewarding assignments.
Upon the earth,
There must not be a single
If men are incensed
And fight is unavoidable,
They must fight with knives and rapiers,
Swords and shields made of gossamer,
All the time heeding
Lest they should break;
And all inhabitants of the world
At least once a day must trim their nails,
Lest when they are indignant
And resentful should scratch
The skin of fellow beings or their own.
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The Bible Gives the Recipe For Success!
The Bible gives the recipe to be successful!
Life doesn’t have to be burdened and stressful!
True spiritual success, may not be what you think of!
God can give much more, than you can dream of!
He gives joy unspeakable! The half hasn’t been told!
You can walk with him one day,
on streets of gold!
Blessings come from allowing
Jesus to rule your heart!
This is where an abundant life,
can actually start!
Fellowship with Jesus, is friendship divine!
He can restore your life!
And bring peace of mind!
He can restore anything the enemy
has taken away!
And offers true love and joy,
to brighten your day!
God’s recipe for success,
cannot be made or bought!
His son died for you! And loves you a lot!
Won’t you read the Bible?
And allow God’s word to be applied?
Everything you’ll ever need in life...
He has supplied!
Please Lord Jesus…
Come and fill our empty soul!
It’s only YOU that can make us whole!
By Jim Pemberton
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For these ingredients, check life's pantry.
But be warned: most are hard to find!
However, when mixed in a bowl most pure,
They make a 'dish' that's one-of-a-kind!
Take equal parts of honesty
And gratitude beyond mere words ;
Add to this loyalty, generosity &
Strong conviction in healthy thirds.
You'll need devotion, compassion
And kind thoughtfulness ;
A pinch of pure dedication -
Wrapped in warm trustworthiness.
Now stir in a sense of humour,
Don't go easy on the laughter -
As you'll find this fashionably tasteful,
With a tang that lingers long after.
What amazes about this intriguing dish
Is how it rises above adversity,
Due to its special resilient essence
Based on home-grown spirituality!
When of this unique creation
You have truly experienced,
Life will no longer be the same:
For it will be immeasureably enriched!
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Add one part boredom, two parts hate.
A stick of narrow mindedness, you may adjust to taste.
Crack open shallow influences from a broken home.
Make sure the loathing stays, but discard the shell and yolk.
Stir up trouble for about 5 minutes.
Some choose to use a pinch of cultural indifference.
Preheat the oven to 365.
Procrastination warms up fast, watch the temperature rise.
Butter up the tray with a nice thick glaze of doubt.
Put hope on the back burner...you won't need it now.
After half an hour your excuses should be done.
Take them out, frost and cover them with oppression.
Garnish with ignorance, now, your disaster can be unfurled...
A last meal...
on the table set...
you could say...
...it serves the world.
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I've got a recipe for love and it's oh so sweet.
Where I kiss your beautiful body from your head to your feet.
I'll give you a massage and I'll caress your soft skin.
While whispering "I love you" over and over again.
It's a very special recipe, that's best cooked at night.
I'll make your temperature rise , by holding your body tight.
We'll let our love simmer, and we'll take our time.
We'll make love by the fire and we will drink some wine.
As our blood begins to boil, with our bodies on fire,
Our passion will overflow, I'll quench your desire.
As we start to cool by dawns early light,
I'll wrap you in my arms, we'll hold one another tight.
We'll lay close together and we'll drift off to sleep.
Having tasted this sweet love, It's a recipe we'll keep
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A Recipe for going to Hell
First you start with the devil
1 cold heart
2 cups of whiskey
4 cups of jealously
5 cups of hate
3 cups of adultery
21 teaspoon of lies
And a lot of backbiting
You take the devil and mix him with the 1 cold heart, then you go around tearing God church apart
You take the 2 cups of whiskey, and mix it with the 21 teaspoon of lies; you then persecute God’s saints, and ignore their humble cries
Mix the 4 cups of jealously with the 5 cups of hate, don’t worry about heaven, you will never enter the gate
Now last but not least; you take the 3 cups of adultery and mix it with a lot of backbiting; you are on your way to hell now; Ain't this exciting?
This is a recipe that I would not use, nor would I sell, and if you use it today, it’s a recipe for going to hell!