My beautiful nature.
You dressed with treasure.
Of beautiful colours of gems,
Of rainbows----green, blue, yellow n red.
The icy mountain at the top of hills
The bunches of blooms near the rills.
The tallest tree covered the forest
Or the whitery flows of broocks. Rest
The water, and the corn
makes us born.
The nacter, with bees n butterflies,
Or the millions of creature and the birds that flies.
Amongs them of these one.
That are only the human,
Can smile, speak and think.
And becoming the reasons of environment shrink.
I am not intelligent by fashion
But I am intelligent by birth,
The pseudo-intellect of the
crowd
Makes ignorance look smart.
You see, fashion is a statement
It states the attributes of truth.
But when you look smart
Amongs your foolish peers
It makes the fashion look
dumb;
And you, who think a little
better,
Become a fashionable fool
You make the fashion look
dumber.
This is to all pseudo-intelligent
fools
Who think that they look cool
In glasses and a fashionable
suit.
-Ernest Badounts-
Aroma Of Your Fire
Aroma of your youthful Fire
Defines the essence
Of your Eyes.
With time you blossom
like a flower
In arrayed fields
of endless sighs.
Your eyes are dreamlike
that take me higher
with serenading symphony
Spread kisses of llife's melody,
Amongs the faceless, algit, crowd,
Your beauty rises each hour...
By Ernest Badounts
IF YOUR VIP
tjis where you be
you have the key
to atten
be amongs socail friends
for you it was ment
this
SOCAIL EVENT
there is a true friend here on poetry soup
Dear tristen you know that it's you
bringing smiles
across the miles
being kind and thoughtful
and always are encouraging too
so my true friend
may you be blessed in all that you do
you are the sweetest amongs all sweets
and the Lord made you unique. xxxx
lots of love xxxx
it was where we got down
was a very small town
we listen to music sound
alway freind around
we had love amongs us
together did lots of stuff
some times thing got ruff
thats
WHERE I GREW UP