Best Half Baked Poems
Well, my momma -bless her soul - she brought me up good.
She taught me all she knew and she taught me what she should,
She took me to a church and she made me knock on wood.
Still, Honey, I’m a half-baked sinner.
‘Cause I’m sittin’ here and thinkin’ that you’re look’in mighty fine.
You set my heart to pound’in and I’d like to make you mine.
But I’m such a careful gal though I walk a thin line,
Yeah, Honey, I’m a half-baked sinner.
Chorus:
Oh, a half-baked sinner; that’s all I am.
Stuck here in the middle of “Nowhere Land.”
A half-baked sinner, I’m God’s little joke,
but I still have my spirit ‘cause I’m only half-broke!
Well, I’m contemplatin’ things with you I’m not supposed to do.
If I’m halfway to Hell, they’ll put me all the way through!
But I’m only HALF-stupid - unlucky for you!
Yes, Honey, I’m a half-baked sinner.
Yes, I know you’ve got your pride, but listen, so do I.
I might not tell the truth, but I sure don’t tell no lie!
And I never will give in, for if you ask me why,
It’s because I’m just a half-baked sinner.
Repeat Chorus:
Oh, a half-baked sinner; that’s all I am.
Stuck here in the middle of “Nowhere Land.”
A half-baked sinner, I’m God’s little joke
but I still have my spirit ‘cause I’m only half-broke!
(my lyrics for a country song, but with no music yet.)
Well, my momma -bless her soul - she brought me up good.
She taught me all she knew and she taught me what she should,
She took me to a church and she made me knock on wood.
Still, Honey, I’m a half-baked sinner.
‘Cause I’m sittin’ here and thinkin’ that you’re look’in mighty fine.
You set my heart to pound’in and I’d like to make you mine.
But I’m such a careful gal though I walk a thin line,
Yeah, Honey, I’m a half-baked sinner.
Chorus:
Oh, a half-baked sinner; that’s all I am.
Stuck here in the middle of “Nowhere Land.”
A half-baked sinner, I’m God’s little joke,
but I still have my spirit ‘cause I’m only half-broke!
Well, I’m contemplatin’ things with you I’m not supposed to do.
If I’m halfway to Hell, they’ll put me all the way through!
But I’m only HALF-stupid - unlucky for you!
Yes, Honey, I’m a half-baked sinner.
Yes, I know you’ve got your pride, but listen, so do I.
I might not tell the truth, but I sure don’t tell no lie!
And I never will give in, for if you ask me why,
It’s because I’m just a half-baked sinner.
Repeat Chorus:
Oh, a half-baked sinner; that’s all I am.
Stuck here in the middle of “Nowhere Land.”
A half-baked sinner, I’m God’s little joke
but I still have my spirit ‘cause I’m only half-broke!
. Did you know that there is a place we can go
Enjoy some soup, Poetry Soup that is I love it so
All kinds of ingredients go into the pot to cook,
You don’t believe me? Right now just take a look
There is wonderful poetry some of it you can write
Places to learn about, so many that are out of sight
There's art from the classics see how many you spot
Stories are fun to read, some in rhyme, some not
All the forms of poetry, some short, some are long
All will tell you about your poetry what is strong
Competitions to enter so welcome right along
You can write short stories if you are inclined
Just sit back read great poems, to unwind
Important ingredient still one more
It will be your favorite I am sure
The one you come back for
It’s the friends you make
Combine it no mistake
Mix it with friendship, to bake
Bake slowly til tender and easy eaten
Take a big taste your life will sweeten
Easy to please an ignorant,
Easier still, man of talent,
But too hard ‘tis a call
To please half-baked know all,
Whom, even gods of heaven can’t.
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Translation | | please, ignorant, intelligent
Poet’s Note: Bhartruhari was a poet king in central India in the seventh century CE, who when disillusioned in love renounced kingdom and became an ascetic. Neeti Shatakam, a compilation of hundred verses on moral values was written by him along with Shringar Shatakam on romance, and Vairagya Shatakam on dispassion and renunciation. This verse on fools is taken from Neeti Shatakam.
Ajnyah sukham aradhyah sukhataram aradhyate visheshajnyah |
Jnyana-lava-durvigdham brahma api naram na ranjayati || 3 || Metre: Arya
Representation of thoughts
Is now in demand
By the so-called scholars
Intelligent in nothing particular.
To debate is their skill
With no proper evidence
Just to brag and brag so hard
In the end, to shout for the win.
This is the condition
Of this fellow intellectuals
Complete half in knowledge
Need much to be acknowledge
They lead the society
Create the true disparity
The more they use the brain
'Half baked scholars' take us in vain.
Rohna Dhabade
Born into this next life
from the past,
I was told
I was a human.
Make sense, the birth-
mark on my right
arm hints to me like
a treasure map.
Well at least
that’s what my nurse
friend believes
so
I asked God,
creation is your specialty,
but how come a chimera looks
more complete than me?
The skies and earth look
dearly to you, perfection in every
life even now despite
my uncanny appearance.
I look into the mirror and recite
my half-
hearted
prayer,
“Our Father which art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name.”
I grasp the word
to not forget yet I slip
through the gaps
looking up.
I take form of my unspoken
thoughts and stare
into that mirror and ask,
What is the purpose
of my existence?
I see a maggot before
its cycle as incomplete
nature come to face
the next stage,
“Metamorphosis”
I was told I was a human,
yet the devil grew
horns thus the mirror
image from before begins
to confirm my true
nature as metamorphosis
indistinctly mutates.
My favorite series has turned
into my reality,
“Jungle Juice”
the more compatible
I am to a bug,
the more I physically
look alike I become,
was I ever human?
Quasimodo isn’t alone
anymore, we are
two of a kind.