Not Poems

Fallen Angel

The first day,
God borrowed a little light from the sun
He promised to return it
But He forgot Himself  'cause it looked too good in your eyes

The second day,
He stole the greatest holiness from all the Saints' spirit 
And in the middle of the night,
He tucked it into your soul, so silently that you couldn't hear

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a poem within a poem

lol. get click baited.
there isn't no poem.
just me.
and you.
and your thoughts.
hmm...
I have an idea!
how about a game?
duck, duck, goose, how about that?
no? ok
just comment your favourite, food.
yeah, good enough game.
ok, get commenting.
I'm off.
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ok bye.
bible
slime block!

thy worldith thy endith ith

thy worldith isith thy canvasith.
thy painterith thy paintith.
thy poetith, makeith thy poetith.
thy worldith thy endith.
chickenith jockeyith.

A Fictitious Friend

No pretending,
fences need mending.

A will unbending,
always condescending.

Voices sending,
words seem unending.

Friendship rending,
intent offending.

Friendship depending,
to matters attending.

Lost friend impending
will be heartrending.

Grins and Groaners: Folio 5

Q: When a woman is having a baby, what do you call the periods of time between labor contractions?
A: Pregnant pauses.

Q: What happens when a restaurant doesn't sell all of its "soup du jour"?
A: It goes on tomorrow's menu as "soup du yesterjour".

Q: What do you call a group of witches doing their own laundry?
A:

father

my dad,
my father.
climb up mountains,
he'd go farther.
hiking hills,
working hard.
paying bills
paying rent.
without that.
we'd be bent.
fixing things
that needed fixing.
breaking things
that need breaking.
my dad,
my father.
you run far,
he'd run farther.
First, we mine, then we craft, LETS MINECRAFT!!

Civilizations Come and Go

Every civilization has an hour glass
Filled with both a future and a past
The top is filled with the sand of Love
Slowly leaking with the pouring into a cup
Over time the world has seen
The cup receiving love is the cup of iniquity

Gone are civilizations that worshiped idols
Inhumane practices taught by 
Lost souls and fallen angels
Gone are

life's final sentence

clouds think of stars
my Milkyway bars

motionless water
       on
 heart open 
        to
 blue skies

the trees are still green
well whatever

in progress- to be completed at a later date

.                                               "Hello Bird" I said.......
    

Loud Tongue Exercise

Peter Piper
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked.
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
How many pickled peppers did Peter Piper pick?

—Author Unknown

The day i came and went

For a while, I have been gone,
Not so much for I left my poetry in my stead,
So they read, so they remember...
Yet here I am, alive yet dead.

They look at me with eyes,
Eyes that made mine cry,
No hugs, no hellos, or a faint gladness--
For I am here, alive yet dead.

The house I lived in, now

Our Futuristic Past

Nephilim, a curious thing
Said to be Giants
Angels and Women bring
(Not Artificial Insemination)
But what if somehow this were all wrong
That the words were really different
When they sang that song
What if we change the word Giant
To mean Genius instead
Wouldn't that lead us to somewhere 
Different than we were lead
And what if all along It were staring 
Us

Pain for Pain

You say your sorry for offending me as if that can heal me as if that makes anything better 
Too little to late
You ask for help because you’re scared but being in pain does not absolve you from your sins
You put me through the worst pain of my life so look at me when I

Strain

The in's and yarns of the third sight
Fellow humans fetched a yard
Pulled a Soviet scarf
It was golden enchanted 
With real's of wheels spinning round and not, the balance is shaken.

The aim is not to blink fast 
Inhale the axial, breath in sequence 
Notify the brain's awaken mode 
Straighten the sight not to be blindfolded 
Foolish

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