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Details | Italian Sonnet |

Santa's Favorite - Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer

Santa Claus has travel worries at the North Pole,
With terrible winter storms brewing there afoot,
He knows Christmas is so close and so he must put
His children first now whom he loves deeply and whole! 
And so he must find red-nosed Rudolph to cajole
Him into guid’n his sleigh on Christmas Eve to boot,
For this would bring his kids so much joy—what a hoot!   
Rudolph’s red nose bright guiding them from the North Pole! 

Rudolph leads Santa’s reindeer on Christmas Eve Night,
While all shout out with joy on this blessed holy night!
Santa’s reindeer love Rudolph in equal measure,
For with him they won’t be lost—oh what a pleasure!
Rudolph’s glowing red nose shines now ever so bright,
As we all with Santa celebrate the Lord’s night!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, (December 12, 2014) 
(Petrarchan Sonnet poetic format in Iambic Hexameter)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Gay Aliens

Gay Aliens

We are gay aliens
We come in peace

We traveled inconspicuously
to your world through intergalactic
pods or wombs

Our host who nurtured us
had the wisdom to know
that we were not like
other humans 

Our hosts protected us
in our infancy
and from the men
who thought
they fathered us

These same men were
the first of many
to hate and hurt us

They called us names
like faggot and sissy

We the gay aliens
Who come in peace

Were confused
and hurt by their
but we still love them

We were falsely
accused of beguiling
drinking the blood 
and mutilating animals and children
to propagate our race

But that is not our mission
We come in peace

Some of us did 
not complete our
mission because
we prematurely
killed ourselves

Some of us did
not complete our
mission because
we internalize
the hate of the
world for us

We were drunken
from firewater
ingested too many small white pellets
screwed with no avail 

We forgot
Who we were
And why we are here

We are the gay aliens
We are legions
Hidden among you

We are a gift to humanity
And we come in peace

Copyright © Mel Brake | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |

Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Acrostic |


Sense of humour, elevating our spirits
Musing over the simple things in life, rejoicing at what we find
Imagination stimulated, childlike, seeing the wonders in life
Light heartedness, laughing at one’s self!
Everything as it is meant to be, smiling, enjoying, the gift of life

Copyright © Amy Rose | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Religion's Mask

Religion wrapped up with a bow
Sanitized, alphabetized, in 
order all up in a row
No questions asked your belly 
full your pockets overflow 
Sieg heil, tow the party line
You'll be religion"s ho
Grab your pitchforks, torches 
too we marching up the hill
The doctors in with body parts 
and still attempts to build
In frenzy and with blood thirst 
no mercy we'll extend 
No matter what the truth is
we rally all the troops, and fight until the end
Just justify your actions
And say "God told me to"
For this will ease your conscience 
And make your lie sound true
While the things that really 
Are lying unattended
To Mercy Grace or Humility
Your knee remains unbending 
Your form of godliness has no 
power God can see
But just hold another seminar 
and make the topic . . . 
Stroke my pride fix my 
marriage and my children too
Three easy steps become a 
partner and then it's free for 
But send your money in today 
Or we're going off the air
But my book is free my teeth 
are straight I got morning talk 
show hair
Forget the sick forget the 
hurting their sin is their own 
Let's just make sure we got our 
steeples and stained glass 
windows bought
We don't really want to touch 
them for fear of their disease
But we do like our pews padded 
and we do enjoy our ease
Because we know that God's 
main concern is to make us all 
feel good
And we 'll write another book 
about it
When He don't act like we think 
He should
And I'm sure when we stand 
before Him
He'll pat our heads and say
Because you were religious 
You made Me smile today
I think you see by now
This is not how it will be
For powerless religion is not 
your destiny
And now you stand here gazing 
Wondering what next I will say
 Looking at hypocrisy
 I bid you all good day

 2nd Timothy 3:5

Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2014

Details | Footle |

Holy Humor

Jehovah's Witness' Door Pamphlets


Catholic Church During Halloween


Scrabble Night With Missionaries


Preacher Owning at Dungeons & Dragons


Our Holiness the Dalai Getting a Text From His Ex


Sea Anemone Makes Amends


Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2014

Details | Bio |

Solitude: To Yoda, An Ode

Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.

Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.

Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.

Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.

My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.

Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Concrete |


A poem wrote by me, based on Person who is a deserving icon but still struggling hard with his career life and addressed as disturbed creature.

DISTURBED CREATURE--> Am I ??       BY Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare

Am I so insane, Am I so mad,
Dramatic mood of mine is so die hard.
Destroyed my peace, Shattering my dreams,
People call me as disturbed creature.
As like mounting the pain, attenuating the drain!!

Digesting my feelings lying inside me,
Strangely nobody cared, call me sick.
Teasing me lavishly and my heart is pricked,
Hurted me like hell when addressed me as stupid.
As like showering rain, missing on the lane!!

Time lapse in journey of life,
Can hamper anybody on its path.
When I see innate reflex of mine,
I always use to brightly shine.
Though possessing every job attributes of mine,
I never thought the authorities will ditch and hamper my career line.
Falsely acting bloody swine, making my image as fade as wine.
As like affecting harmonious divine, my soul was, as is transparently pristine!!

Destroying me and testing my patience, Never wanna give up.
Transformed deviations, wanna rightly screw up.
I wanna raise up, I wanna shake up.
I wanna wake up, Tranquilize my mind.
Unzip the professional life compressed by the culprits.
Wanna explore myself, driving the motivated heights of journey.
Lastly waiting for the optimistic opportunity.
Cuffing the suspect ,I wanna rejoice by my pattern of life!! 

with Suyog Pagare

Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Never Take Hate Outside

When you're hurt inside,
And there's no where to hide,
And there's no one on your side,
And it's killing your pride,
Never take hate outside,

When your heart is chocking,
The heavy words never spoken,
The things that hurt you inside,
When love has died,
Never take hate outside,

When your heart is gone,
From being alone,
And it beats a solemn tone,

When you're cold inside,
It's only a short ride,
Never take hate outside

Copyright © Anthony Scandrick II | Year Posted 2013

Details | Limerick |

The gun and god combo

"The peacemaker" is Glock's new gun
Its spent rounds are rapture and fun
Yes killing's a thrill
Since I'm mentally ill 
And need to own more than just one

A gun for me is like prozac
The bullets clipped pills in a stack
I'm not paranoid
But have weapons deployed
In case I should have an attack

Copyright © Duke Beaufort | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |

Dragon Fly

(To be read after my 'Fire and Brimstone'.)

Dragon Fly, Dragon  Fly, fly away home. You’ve caused enough trouble here, I am told.
All you wanted was to ring the church bell, but the belfry your body did not take well.
Terrible things happened all around, and the belfry you left is certainly not sound.
Old Lady Moore still has her cane, to protect them again, if you cause harm, within.
Old Lady Swanson’s lost hat is her major complaint, apologize profusely, be a saint!
The Church belfry will need lots of work; by the carpenter Trolls to fix it’s bridgework.
The people all need to calm down, they were scared and now the church is shutdown.
Looks like they’ll need a new fancy annex to be built for weddings and such… 
To help them  forgive… even… ever… slightly… enough. Though, of course…
The preacher himself…wants you back, for sure; I am definitely, and totally assured.
He’s never been inspired to such lofty greatness to soar, never, not even, once before.
He says you hold his key, to reach the lost, as they tune in to see what’s coming next.
He wants to add even, the Trolls to the mix. If they can be saved, well, you get the gist.
And you’ll have to attend church for quite a while, yes, still, as an itsy bitsy Dragonfly.
You’ll need to get forgiveness from all, you know, before you grow big, again, I am told.
The witch is quite clear on this spell, a dragonfly you’ll stay till everything’s made well.
Seems, you also, owe them an apology, for half scaring them… well… nearly to death.
Bumps, bruises, and a broken arm need to heal, from jumping over the pews, they feel.
Plus some of the teenagers, have made tee shirts of you, and want your autograph, too.
You see, your limited edition, when signed, will pay their way to bible camp, this time.
And the girl with the cast on her arm, wants a picture of you on a leash, so be charming!
You see, you scared her, a really whole lot, if she can pet you, her fear will be forgot.
It seems, you really messed up, this time, you see… but all will be forgiven, eventually.
So Dragon Fly, Dragon Fly, fly away home. They understood, once your story was told.
If you agree to all I have said: They’ll give you a bell outside, to ring before church…
Each and every Sunday Morn, with a special alcove, made for only you, to perch...

Remember, if God can love a mischievous little Dragonfly... And he can love you, too.
So until next church time... Bye Bye...

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad |


      Oh Paper Clip, Dear Paper Clip
      let me always sing your praises!

      You keep my pages held tight
      without the violence of stapling
      and yet your grip is so gentle as
      to release a sheet without a blemish.

      When the project in your care concludes
      you go back into the desk desk drawer
      with nary a complaint or a quibble
      and fall back into the stiff routine
      of anticipating the next chance
      to make yourself useful.

      You are so loyal and understanding
      that even when I ask you to be
      a hanger of christmas ornaments
      you immediately bend to the task.

      You don't even mind
      when I straighten you out
      and use you like a toothpick.

      You remain the consummate aide
      through both thick reams and thin.

      You have won my heart
      you little metallic angel
      and if Mother approves
      I have every intention
      of making you an honest binder.

Copyright © Roy Batts | Year Posted 2013

Details | Alliteration |


[A] defeated disgusting man this is. Disallowed defense because of his disease. [A] Done deal to compete with the Dogs! Distribute dinner to him as a better eat of hog maws. Do not deliberate this as a lost. [A] Done Deal depletes the prognosis. Dis Dell do. Hair her head to... [A] Done deal the truth! _________________| PENNED ON JULY 04, 2014!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

To My Mema

As I sit here and wonder what went wrong,
I realized, nothing went wrong.
People say it was your time to leave this world,
to go and see your savior, your God.
But really, everyone knows it was your Johnny boy, the Fisherman.
He couldn't spend another second without you.
His beautiful lover, the wonderful mother, the amazing grandmother.

As I sit here and wonder about what you're doing,
I imagine you two dancing and singing with your buddies from Bailo's.
I imagine you watching over your family and leading them in the right direction.
I could almost see you sitting on the bleachers for my high school graduation,
and I started to tear up knowing you were there watching.

As I sit here and wonder about you,
I know you miss us just as much as we miss you.
Ryan and Jackie will never know how kind and gentle you were, like a summer breeze.
Bella will never know how generous and humorous you were, making everyone laugh.
But I will know, and I will tell them, even if it is with tears in my eyes.

As I sit here and wonder about my future,
I think of you. 
You always knew I was going to be a successful person.
And I always believed you.

my number one role model. My favorite grandmother.
My best friend.

RIP Roberta J. Kobstad 
You will be forever missed.

Copyright © Jeanette Castiglione | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Song excerpts' nonsense

"You pack in the morning"
Leaving again?
"Come stop your crying now"
Who's crying?
"From this day on"
Are you sure?
"You just call of my name"
Oh yeah? "All you have to do is call"
Okay.  "You got a friend".  Goodie.
"Nobody does it better"
Are you sure about that?
"Nobody does it half as good as you"
Where's the rest?
"I would do anything".  Okay, let's see now, lol
"Don't you know it's true?".  I'll see.
"It's lying here somewhere".  Okay, I'll look for it. 
In the mean time you keep looking too, haha.
Between both of us, we'll find it.
Dada dada
"Do it again".  Ah, I don't know about that.
"Say I love you".  Must I? lol
"You look inside my fantasy".  Do you now?  
I don't know what you see in there but it ain't pretty.  Haha just kidding
I think I'll stop now
Will catch you next time lol

Copyright © Toquyen Harrell | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

In Heaven

I will try to be a good man
And do good deeds as long as I'm livin'
I will try to behave as I can
Shall I eventually go to heaven
For I hear there you can ask God for....
Anything you want, whatever it may be
I'll try to be good shall I go to heaven
So I can ask him to make you love me!

Copyright © Mohamed Adel | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet |

A simple X-ray

Too often, a simple X-ray 
makes militant atheists pray.

Volodymyr Knyr

Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Quit My Job, Smashed My Car

Quit my job, smashed my car
My back does throb, need to learn guitar

So I can make, a silly song
And I can sing, it all day long
About how, my God is strong
So that even now, nothing’s wrong

Even though, I quit my job
smashed my car, my back does throb

Life is hard, but I’ve got God
So I won’t let any thought
Any worry or fear
Convince me you’re not near

Even when, I quit my job,
Smashed my car, my back does throb
Life is hard, but I won’t sob
I need to learn guitar

Copyright © Roland Fleming | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Reflections: Intellectualism

To Dine, To Die;
Conversations spiral
While thunderous eyes
Grasp concepts to recycle.

Constant debt crisis
A political paradox
Grating social devices
Over the sorting of socks.

An endless groan
Argumental paralysis
The debate grants no throne.

Over a roast
Potatoes won't listen
To who talks the most.

"That point is so interesting"
The floor is open for chat
"What is real?" not a thing
"Meow" adds the cat.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

I'm a R Rated Lyric Trapped In A PG Song

The preachers all preaching tell me boy 
Don't go making waves 
Just listen to us and behave and believe
Every word that we say
Don't start no trouble don't take no chances
Just live your life safe
Don't ask too many questions . . . 
Or you might have to really live by faith
Well I see em saying one thing
And a doing something else 
Giving You a little hush money Lord
But keeping plenty for themselves 
People livin under bridges while they drive new shiny cars
But they're careful not to watch a movie if it's rated R
But be careful what you watch or say and don't you let your temper go
Or you'll lose your PG rating
And they won't come to your Sunday show
There are several things that I've wanted, to say all along
But I'm a R rated lyric that's trapped, in a PG song
Well if God's called me to be a shepherd 
I'm doing the best I can
These sheep are broken and hurting and scared
And I'm sure gonna need His Hand
And I can't answer all of their questions, can't give em nothing much 
Religion kills tradition's dead
What we really need is Love
Well they don't care bout what I think I know 
And they don't know how much He cares
And trying to hang on to PG ratings
Has got me pulling out my hair
So be careful what you watch or say and don't you let your temper go
Or you'll lose your PG rating
And they won't come to your Sunday show
There are several things that I've wanted, to say all along
But I'm a R rated lyric that's trapped, in a PG song
A plastic gospel just won't work in this real life messed up world
But I still believe that Jesus, loves all the boys and girls
Lord if I'm gonna really show em You I gotta get real with it
Gettin in there with all them sheep gonna make me smell a little bit like sheep ----
So be careful what you watch or say and don't you let your temper go
Or you'll lose your PG rating
And they won't come to your Sunday show
There are several things that I've wanted, to say all along
But I'm a R rated lyric that's trapped, in a PG song
That's right if the FCC ever catches me they're not gonna sing along.

Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Longing for a Lunker

Longing for a Lunker

When I was but a lad
Butch and I would fish.
In any stream or river
To catch a “lunker” was our wish.

As we reached our teens
Our angling skills we honed.
But still our quest eluded us
We bought our big fish boned.

When we were at the river’s edge
Small shop’s, the bank would line
For they knew where the lunkers lived
Caught and smoked them up just fine

But alas, graduation came and went
We parted ways to never meet.
Butch taught biology to kids
We both found wives so sweet. 

I only hear from him at Christmas
And oft a card without a note.
I wonder as the years went by
If he ever over- filled his boat.

I’m probably too feeble now
To land a lunker if one would bite.
But I still hold onto my dream
Of that exhausting, fun-filled fight. 

Do you have something?
That lingering wish.
To run a marathon race
Or bake someone their favorite dish.

Don’t give up that dream
Wish on my aging friend
It may eventually happen
During our time at Heaven’s end. 

For that may be what heaven is
A time of praise & worship of our King
But also time then set-aside
To pet our dogs and for other things. 

Written by oldbuck, May 10, 2016 as he thought about days gone by and opportunities missed. 

Copyright © Old buck | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Got to make your way

I am going to write some funny poems now
Okay what do you want to hear?
I can't tell you what you want to hear
Because I cannot hear you
Okay I said I don't want anything
You think I am serious?
Why? How am I going to get things I want?
Do you think you can do whatever?
What is whatever? lol
Dream when you sleep?  
Does that mean you sleep right now?
Why do you wait for later?
Don't you want it sooner?
Why do you like today?
Would you rather like tomorrow?
I think I am done with you
Yes my friend
You don't believe me?

Copyright © Toquyen Harrell | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Subconscious On My Mind

She visits in my dreams,
A place that I love to go,
For when my body is sleeping;
My subconscious starts to show.

She is not the same as when I’m awake,
She is fierce and unafraid; 
She watches over the pillows,
Where my head is soundly laid. 

She has wings just like an Angel,
Only hers are made of light;
With brilliant rainbow hues,
Enough to shine throughout the night. 

To me she looks much older,
Maybe even wise; 
One look at me and I know,
She can see right through my lies.

For her and I are one,
No hiding from the truth;
She understands that I’m growing,
Developing from my youth. 

She never passes judgment,
For herself would be included;
Her thoughts are always brilliant;
And never convoluted.  
I’m referring to my soul;
Aged throughout my lives.
She gives my words their meanings;
And my body is what she drives.

Inspiring my movements,
And wiping all of my tears;
Her voice is mine but rings through,
My head and out my ears. 

Perhaps it’s her who is writing this,
Giving me the rhyme;
My subconscious and my consciousness;
Working together for all of time. 

Although most won’t understand this,
That it is about a different part of me,
Tonight under the full-moon;
I’m setting my spirit free.

Allowed to dance in the stars,
And run across the sky;
Only to return to our body,
Suppressing her urge to fly. 

Copyright © Alyssa Waters | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

Illegitimi non Carborundum

Illegitimi non carborundum ;-)

...Staggering, my vision cloudy,

I fall to the hard ground.

when life’s sharp left-jab leaves my face bloody,

and all that surrounds me, is the desolation of loss I feel all around.

I see myself slipping,

down the abyss to where nothingness exists,

still, I cling on, groping for a foothold,

for my will to stay persists.

I clamber up, I stand my ground, though battered and bruised I may be,

my curtain is not falling yet, I have some fight still left in me.

It is then, in the pit of despair, when all seems bleak and painful and dull,

I summon the strength from deep within,

I rise, slowly, to face the day,

I refuse to sink,

to wallow, to surrender, to throw in the towel,

to drown,

for I am stronger now,

indeed I am, after all the years, and all the battles,

I stand, bruised and bloody,


I stand,

I refuse, to sink, to drown,

for they can try, to punish me some more,

but I shall not allow them to grind me down…


Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

A Godly Insight

"What if you woke up tomorrow with only
what you asked god for today?"
As I read, a scowl is freed, then a smile
indeed, and I'll tell you why - I say:

"Poseidon is not so beneficent,
And neither - I wager - is Zeus.
So it seems to me if a man is honest,
he wakes up with what HE has produced."

This much is true. But I jest, of course,
I know they mean well, but let's see...
If god is provider, I'll have some hot cider!
...And yet none is present for me.

"Now, now, be a gentleman. Don't let your
sharp tongue be like teeth." I think.
But if others' boats fill with water,
ought I not inform them they'll sink?

Copyright © Ricky Smooth | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Don't Trust Whitey

To the snakes surprise,
two strangers appeared in the garden,
funny looking hairless mammals,
bipedal like an ostrich,
only not much like that,
not at all like an ostrich actually.

Though the two were undoubtedly kin,
one had teats for feeding newborns,
the other did not,
so the snake determined they were two of opposite sex,
one of these creatures was intrigued by the tree,
the snake was sleeping in,
and walked over to pick the fruit,
the snake knew, 
that the boss didn't like the residents of the garden, 
picking and eating his cider apples, 
so the snake dangled himself from the branch, 
the creature was reaching for 
and warned the oddity, 
not to go any further less incur the Chiefs wrath, 
but the funny creatures took no heed, 
merely giggled to themselves 
and started shaking the trunk of the tree, 
causing apples to rain down. 

Little did anyone know, 
that asleep beneath the tree was the mad scientist Isaac newton,
who was rudely awoken from his nap, 
by the crashing down of hard fruit upon noggin.

Angry at what these creatures had done to his cider apples, 
(for now Mr Numero-Uno could not be sure, 
of next years batch of cider), 
the Big-Cheese kicked the hooligans out of his garden.
The snake pleaded with the head honcho, 
that he had nothing to do with the affair, 
but the mischievous bald apes, 
blamed everything on the poor reptile, 
Isaac newton was equally unimpressed at being evicted, 
but he had no more luck convincing El-Prez than the snake.

Once out in the wilderness, 
the four were alone 
and the snake burning with white hot rage, 
vowed to make the lives of these chimps forever a misery, 
by lying in wait in the undergrowth 
and biting and poisoning the miserable sods, 
as for Isaac the mad scientist, 
for his revenge he invented a monster called gravity, 
that would cause things to fall out of cupboards, 
causing crockery to break and generally being a great nuisance to everyone. 

and the moral of the story is, don't trust whitey!

Copyright © Oliver Gould | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Oh hoy

I just want to write funny poems from now on
No more bull shit
Pardon my French
I am tired of always trying
Whether it’s something new 
Or something old
Don’t want to do that no more
It can come if it wants to
I ain’t going to get it
There make up my mind
In one second flat
Did I make it clear?
I think so
Who cares 
And who knows
Running with the wind
As usual
But this time it ain’t be against the darn wind
I said it
It’ ll be whatever
Don’t care
Don’t wanna
Come if you want to
Not gonna

Copyright © Toquyen Harrell | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Archbishop Justin Timberlake

I don't know about Archbishop Justin Timberlake, 
He’s jazzing up the church, 
Making Jesus controversial, 
Leaving life in the lurch. 

It’s fine to have excitement, 
About any religious thing or assumption, 
But when you poke at liberal creeds, 
You’re with the discontentment presumption. 

The liturgy does not gel with Sankey hymns, 
Which parishioners should not be made to sing; 
Fundamentalism is on the way out, 
Of Christianity’s credibility wing. 

It is emotionally abusive, 
To atheistic in-house kids who want to aspire, 
To tell of the insanities, 
Such tunnel vision requires. 

Although I am glad of his enthronement - 
It lets evangelicalism out the bag, 
I hope to return to a more liberal clergyman, 
For the future church ‘mag’. 

Fundamentalists won’t admit to the speeches, 
Given to their kids who are silent prey; 
It’s not fair to live in a society, 
Which allows only the understood to convey. 

Pluralism is the glasses by which we all see, 
Humanism, atheism, religion, and irreligion too, 
And the Archbishop is therefore acceptable, 
As a beacon of what fundamentalists do. 

Freedom of speech and expression, 
For some, will only come when we know such acts, 
Societal change comes simply from people, 
Who’s concepts and ideas become assumed facts. 

He was not that successful at decking Wonga, 
Anglicans can't quite compete, 
With open market transactions, 
Which have seemed to withstand the heat. 

I don't validate high-interest lenders, 
But the church should stick to God, 
It should be more into caring, 
For the elderly, all on their tod.

   About the Archbishop of Canterbury Justin Welby, UK

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Want to tickle your funny bone

I want to make you laugh so hard
That you will fall out of the chair
What makes a person go to the bathroom so much?
Is it something they eat or is it something that eats them?
Would you do that again?
Now think back what was your bad experience with the opposite sex?
Did you have any?
So how do you know what you have is good?
Would you rather someone run to you or you run to them?
Wow you are stuck up, aren’t ya?
You can’t do either
Oh my goodness you need help big time
Would you jump out of the plane if it is on fire?
What?  You would?
You mean you'd rather be a cream of wheat instead of roasted turkey?
Ah too funny
I don’t think you know what you want 
Until you face it
Such as want more or want nothing
Would you ask or would you prefer not ask?
Would you say or would you keep silent?
Would you share or would you hold up?
I got you
I know you inside out
Would you say I do or would you say I don’t?
Don’t matter
You are still figuring it out

Copyright © Toquyen Harrell | Year Posted 2014