This poem may have some lampoonery
Because the character has a bit of buffoon-ary
A lanky jokester who loves to play
With mirth and joy you see right away
His honest guffaws gives me a chuckle
He is not a brute; never raises a knuckle
He pulls a few tricks, but none of them are mean
A good-natured Joe, sense of humor fit for a queen.
Last month I prayed for rain in California..So the
Flames would die. And people could survive.' Now
I'm giving thanks in feb-ru-ary.. That our Lords still
The same in this.. Twenty twenty five.!
i asked the One, behind the clouds.!
For His mer-cy. and He answered. Faster than an ex-press
Train.' Now if they ask me? who was that foo-l in the cor-ner?
Praying out? I'll say
' com-mun-ion..Wine drinker me ' Yeah
com-munion wine drinker; oh me.!
A branch of the 'true vine' of et-ern-ity..!
Alone on a star,
I wish to see hope granted but alas from afar,
our love ran cold like a stream gone dry.
I picked up my broken heart and carried it ever so soft,
I wandered the places where oft love goes to die.
Begrudgingly, I held that sharp steel sword ever so ary,
you would almost think I buried sorrow`s disdain on the hill aloft.
I swung relentlessly, blade relentless in its dire pursuit,
until I collapsed with heart in hand;
ready to meet my unrequited fate, to only uncover the lowly
place of which our demise doth lie.
Speak softly or do not speak at all;
we were destined to meet love`s malice,
the bleak uncertainty remains as of late:
was how we fell all pretend or were we even meant to fall?
February or Feb-u-ary
Tooz-day or Tee-use-day
Wends-day or Wednesday
Say 'em like you mean 'em
else you'll demean 'em
Adestes Fidelis
We Three Kings of Orient Are
Angels We Have Heard on High
Yuletide Carol
I Wonder As I Wander
Noel, Noel
Angels, From the Realms of Glory
Mary, Did You Know?
As with Gladness, Men of Old
Now, As in Days of Old
Go Tell It on the Mountain
Earth Today Rejoices
Rise Up, O Men of God
Written December 7, 2022
Christmas is love, my friend,
Happiness does easily blend
Rejuvenating our family ties
Inviting all to the table
Singing of the holy stable,
The manger, where Jesus lay
Mary, His mother most holy,
As God gives His love wholly
Still available in these chaotic days.
written December 9, 2021
THE CROSS ON CALVARY
BY ADAM M SHAVE
ALL I WANT IS TO SAY.WILL YOU BE BACK ONEDAY.TO THE CROSS ON CALVARY TO THE SINS YOU SET FREE.
ALL I WANT IS TO SAY .WILL YOU BE BACK ONE DAY .TO THE CROSS ON CALVARY.TO THIS LIFE I MUST BELIEVE.
CHORUS ONE TIME
TO THE CROSS ON CALVARY.TO THE SINS YOU SET FREE .TAKE ME HOME TO VICTORY .TO THE CROSS ON CALVARY
ALL I WANT IS TO SAY.WILL YOU BE BACK ONE DAY.TO THE CROSS ON CALVARY.TO THIS LIFE I MUST BELIEVE.
TO THE CROSS ON CAL-VA-RY.TO THE CROSS ON CAL-V-ARY .TO THE CROSS ON CAL-VA-RY EE
you can see
a man's nipple
on a movie screen
i can jog
topless but
don't because
of my
belly but
believe you
me
i could
expose my
teat even though
the definition makes
the discussion to say a
female
but who
wrote the
dic
tion
ary
beware of those
who cast the
first stone
and if i'm
outside of
a glass house
i can see
every
one's
mammaries
Mary Teresa of Albania became Mother Teresa of Calcutta,
Overcoming many ups and downs on the pious path she set.
Tormented by the agony of the poor and the destitute
Home she brought them to where they should be as she
Experienced the divinity of call of compassion from within,
Resonating as the voice of God in the dark night of the sick.
The benevolent soul got beatified and she was canonized,
Ever caring mother entered the holy sanctum of sainthood,
Raising her passion for human service to heaven for fortitude,
Emerged in Missionaries of Charity as joy fountain for the needy.
Singular lone journey she began decades ago from her heart
Absorbs still the tears of the indigent although she is gone.
September 13, 2019
Contest : My Upcoming Birthday (09-03) Celebrity-Any Form
Sponsor : William Kekaula
I know not of iambic pentameter,
I don’t even know my own diameter.
And when I travel about a mile,
I don’t know how much is a kilometer.
So I might be slightly confused,
About all those words, that I just used.
But when I think about other people’s folly,
Mine seem so trivial, and melon collie.
So when you’re confused,
about what word to use,
Take a lesson from me,
and look it up, in the dic tion ary.
A fit is thrown at the mere suggestion that they have to memorize something.
Memorization is boring.
They refuse.
What is the point?
We have the Internet.
We have I-pads.
We have I-phones.
We do not have spelling lists any more.
Spelling tests are passé’. Too boring. Too much memorization.
What is the point?
Math facts? Why should we learn them? They are on the Internet, right?
Our standardized tests scores are in the toilet. Who cares? As long as we can play our nightly video games. We do not have to read for many of them.
Multiplication tables? Overdone.
Addition facts? Useless.
Dictionary? Fiction-ary.
Children of today will not be able to write a sentence or spell a word or check their paychecks
If technology goes down. We can say we are paying them $500 an hour, and pay them $3 an hour.
It is the way of the future, and is this not grand?
peal back the curtain certain from their eyes
blaze of something famed no surprise,
minus the perpetual rest deep inside
Summer with whispers holding fast
there's a certain curtain beneath their brow
gone is no winter and forget the fall
to the no it all take a shawl
proud to be a patron of honor
just let laughter bleed in honesty
circle fold want to be
collecting bright knit beads
smoking M ary Jane who is to gain
frightened said I in the moment near the shore
Tie dyed shirts with sandals galore
have a sip of Expresso waiting on awe so much more
the presence of an acostic blunder laying trench on the floor
Climb the Hill
By Franklin Price
2/6/2016
Climb the Hill(ary), feel the Bern
We're Cruzin' to the Fall
Trump through the Bush
Find a Rubi Oh! God please save us all
Began this trip with many more
New POTUS at the end
On election day November
Hope for the best my friend
Elephants and Asses
At least they claim it's so
Conservatives and Liberals
Democratic Socialist you know
They all have their agendas
To you a word of note
Not all truth in what they're saying
Study hard before you vote
The President's elected
By the majority
If that's less than half the eligible
Is up to you and me
The sinners they sin and the believers they pray
But in the end we all die anyway
Some are cremated and put in an urn
Hotter than hell the bodies they burn
Others are wrapped and cast off a boat
Fishermans' blessing to carry them home
Some are fixed in poles up high
Cast ablaze with possessions spirits ary
Egyptians are wrapped in cloth and honey
Cats and dogs they had gold and their money
One way is not better than others
All born the same the womb of our mothers
Wily wanderers, oh, warble wonderfully
Of lovemaking and mating marvelously,
Nary a wasted moment of grief or sorrow
Devoid of any fuss or furor for tomorrow,
Embracing this lively life to its fullest extent
Roaming free following adventurous scent
Frolicking in the enchanting arms of nature
Utopian haven of woods for the wild creature
Large and small unconstrained by danger.
~Wonderful Acrostic contest by John Hamilton
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