Your a rotten batch!
You show no respect for your creator
Your life was made to be easy
All you had to do is soke up the water that was given to you
Take all of the nutrients that the soil had to offer
But no....
Instead you turn against your creator
Spitting the water in his face
Your rotten!
A rotten batch
You don't grow
You Shivel into nothingess
Speak in vain
Preach in vain
Pray in vain
All you know how to do is put on a show
Like a rose...
Only pretty on the outside
You stink of wants
Lacking needs
Contaminating your soil
You thought the snake sounded pretty
You sing and jump to his melody
Feeding his want to destroy you
Before he himself is dragged under
With you
The house shelters me with a thatch:
A building with a terrible patch
But with a good door I could latch
Against foes who troubles hatch
And powers only Jesus can match:
The wizards not letting go their first Batch
Seeking to every Living Soul catch
And me specifically snatch…
You see, when the best is not available
I let the Available remain usable.
How much is a batch, it really depends on
Who's measuring it, if it's my dear son
Four spoons of sugar will do
A spoonful is about two
Love how he cooks, it aids my digestion
They swept me in a dustpan, not realizing it was me.
That I was sort of missing was noted quickly, by all three,
My mother, who was psychic picked carefully all through the lint,
But I had been so minus-sized, I was covered in debris.
Daddy sensed that I was in there, my body, black and blue.
Because as you have now guessed, he was a little psychic too.
They poured the lint in a plastic bag, with a pin-hole so I could breathe.
If it had not been for my grandma, I would have never been retrieved.
But she woke up in the middle of the night, and began to eat the lint bag,
Thinking it was cotton candy, which frankly always makes me gag,
Listening to Grandma Jo’s powerful dentures chomped me awake,
Gave me the incentive to disentangle myself and make my giant break.
Grandma smiled as she watched me, drag myself out of that white plastic bag.
I too dislike cotton candy, she told me and this batch, truly makes me gag!
Time Has Finally Reached
Years Gone By
Toiling Tines Passed and...
Great Memories Made
Ladies of All Genres
Ladies of Substantial Value
Ladies with Charisma
Though We Had Clashes
Though We Faced Troubles
My Batch of Sisters with Perseverance
We All Made it Through
In My Heart, Will I Always Remember...
Catch A Batch of Poems
This is what I have to do.
Poems are floating around
in my mind so I must catch
them.
Mental picture has absorbident catch,
Of my poems all existing in big batch,
Am never shrude;
Another viewed,
Waiting and existing for me to catch.
Jim Horn
Wish had been made throughout this year
We will get the best
I don’t know how to count our tears
As we fought for Him to bless
The moment we enter the hall
Neither of us would say anything
We only say for us all
Failed, it will be nothing
Either you have the courage
Or you just want to give it a try
My mom’s cooking the best porridge
If in the test I didn’t lie
No matter if we get the least
Or just the average
Don’t ever cry in the mist
Or the entire stage
Likewise if any of us, got the best
Or maybe the least
Tell them not to build a nest
Where they keep their mess
Said this to your family
Even it is painful
Stop acting funny
And don’t be disdainful
greetings friend
jewel toned crocus open wide
welcoming the bees