Best Joel Poems

Joel Osteen,
A great man of valor and reputable author
Whom multitudes have seen,
Blessed of His unmerited favor as a pastor.

Joel Osteen,
He’s touching lives from continent to continent
Being a blessing to people of all ages, even the teen,
Indeed, making all and sundry feel content.

Joel Osteen,
God’s gift to...

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This is the time wait no longer
come bring all of you heart and all
show true evidence that you’re serious
fast weep and mourn obey your call

For the Lord’s day is so very great
who can stand before Him that day
only those that show true repentance
humbly confessing their...

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Monkeys make the world go round
The world go round, the world go round
Monkeys make the world go round
They make the world go round.
Vervet, howler, capuchin
Marmoset or tamarin
Their ooking and their screaming sound
Can make the world go round.
Monkey-monkey-monkey-monkey
Monkey-monkey-monkey
Monkey-monkey-monkey-monkey
Monkey-monkey-monkey....

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J  oel
O h, how I know that you are my 
E  verlasting 
L  love....

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Evolution
sun come up
moon says hello
conception
man in motion
flowers on a plot
head stone
hello goodbye
the world goes round and round
time marches on
January to December 1980 to 1990
warmer colder
carbons in the atmosphere
holes in the sky
thinner air year after year
global warming
chemical waste
oil spills fish floating 
acid rain
garbage strike
homeless try to...

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At the remote Carmacks trading post,
during eighteen hundred and ninety-four,
a teenage child, a scared-looking half-breed,
timidly entered through the front door.

Joel Claughtrey barely noticed the young man,
and was far more concerned with whiskey,
he took a long drink, the passed in around
to his partners, who numbered just...

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I walked into the club on a Saturday
Just had myself sometime to kill
I took my chance offering some romance
To a beautiful Angel I can see her still

The place didn’t have much to offer
I think it had seen its brightest days
Then over there on the dusty...

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Joel just collapsed into the brown dirt,
clutching his face in both of his palms,
cried,”Running Moon, the day that you ‘died,’
was the day my life started to go wrong!

“I drank for days, mourning for you so,
It was failure, misery, and tears!
If I’d known you were still...

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Do you not know?
You really should,
I know you know,
But you still have NO CLUE!

You like me,
Not the wunna be me,
Can't you see,
I'm myself,
Why the hell you with some one elts?

I know you like me,
I know I like you,
But that sweet innocent wunna be me stoll...

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For all that day the frantic chase went on,
until evening’s gloom started to spill,
even in the middle of a warm August,
Yukon nights can give a man a chill.

And the gang stared to complaining,
all three of them, Mitchell, Jeff, and Dale,
that if they pushed the chase...

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I keep writing these poems, and then I delete
'bout an unpleasant subject I found in a tweet
if you saw what I wrote, you would prob'ly agree
I was dropped as a child and something's just not right about me

You can ignore the verses, you can love...

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Here lies an alcoholic, Joel, he loved gin
And he drank it until liquor mortis set in


A Funny Epitaph Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jesse Rowe 
Date written and posted: 09/12/2018...

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Dale fell to the ground, shot through the chest,
in shock as Joel paced on up to him,
his last words were “Why?  Why did you do it?”
Said Joel,”Because that boy is my kin.”

So quickly it ended, Red Hawk emerged,
his face pale and ashen from the...

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Aileen Wuornos was a prostitute who murdered her johns.
Joel Rifkin would murder prostitutes whom he came upon.
If Aileen Wuornos were propositioned by Joel Rifkin,
I wonder which one of those murderers would end up the victim,
but then again, maybe they would have killed each other in...

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THIS IS OUR CHAALO
This is not the lubiri 
There is no electricity,
This is not the city
There is no sigiri,
This is our Chaalo,
where we are all buried. 

You won't hear the rain, 
this is not mabaati;
You'll learn to cook grain,
there is no mugaati;
This is our Chaalo,
Where...

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