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Patches and His Matches Limerick

(1 Tim. 1: 11)



Patches and His Matches - Limerick


There Once Was A Lad Named Patches
Who Loved To Hide & Play With Matches
He Told His Mom, He Would Stop
But Fool Her, He Did Not!
For She Ran To Him Whenever She Heard Scratches


                  
        Written & Copyrighted ©: 10/24/2013
                        by: MoonBee  Canady

We Are Boxes of Matches

We are boxes of matches,
Some crammed with chances,
Some rattle th last few,
Some too chafed to spark a new flame,
Some crumbled with th rain,

My last matchstick,
I want to strike it for you.

Matches

Matches

My body are like matches,
rubbed against yours.
Lighted, warmed, consumed.

-km


Striking Matches

The one who's forbidden,
The apple unbitten.
You fight with temptation
For a love unallowed. 

I promise to let you
Do things how you need to,
For love isn't hurried,
Self-indulgent or proud.

Though constricted by chains
They will rust in the rain,
Because time is a healer
And our wounds won't last.

I promise to love you.
I will be the one who
Will hold your hand as we
Set fire to the past.

Premium Member We Have Matches Here

We are in the furniture store.
Oops. Pardon me, ma’am.
We are in the DEEEEE SIGN….ERRRR Store.
I see a bed I like.
I say “I feel like throwing a match in my house and starting over.”
Elise is snickering on cue.
The designer of the month is walking behind us.
I know because I recognize her from her giant photos in the store.
She says “We have matches here.”
I like her but not this prissy store.

No Matches

The art shop went up in flames
No one was at fault
These things happen
All colors screamed out in black and white
Insects inside ran furious with the paint
Toasted crisp with no complaints
Their secrets too are safe
Regarding the rain
Which was already falling
Kept its distance from the unusual
Watering plants in plain sight
As you might expect
Fire hoses twisted with men in helmets
It is a job worth doing
To come prepared for battle
They came too late to fight 
Insurance covers water hazards
That's all that matters
Water mixed with ash remains
When the shop collapsed in ruin
It is only natural and meant to happen
Matches were never found at the scene


Something About Matches

I'm not sure anymore.
I can't seperate reality.
Reality is cruel for sure.
But fiction was never me.
I like the smell of sulfer,
And the lighting of the sound.
I like the way you suffer,
Bleeding through the ground.
I like the way you gasp for air,
In the little wooden box.
I like the way I make it where,
You're so afraid to cough.
The sounds you make are funny as,
You cry out for my help. 
But I'm the one holding the shovel,
And my heart upon your shelf. 
I love the way you strike the match,
And eat up all the oxygen.
I love the way I locked the hatched, 
And buried you within.
Oh I'd love let you burn alive or kill you with a hatchet.
I'd love to kill you idly,
But there's something about matches.

Burned Out Matches

Burned Out Matches

Here I am
Trudging up a mountain
Littered with burned out matches,
Holding my hand high enough to keep the light on me
But out of the darkness
Words of determination run through my mind 
Like a song you just can't get out of your head.
You can do it
You are strong
You will be okay

Here I am
Walking up a hill
Sprinkled with more
Burned
Out
Matches
I hold mine a little lower because frankly, I’m getting tired
My knees feel like jelly, but I keep on going
You can do it
You are strong
It will be okay

Here I am
Crossing a bridge
Covered in even more
Burned
Out
Matches
I hold mine by my side, not even trying to keep it out of the dark
Because, why bother?
I drag my feet along slowly
But I am still going
Maybe it’s meant to burn out
I am weak
I will never be okay…

Here I am
Blinded by perpetual darkness
By bosy is no longer warmed by the light
Because I am no longer carrying it
I never even crossed that bridge
Seeing, as in time…
I burned out
© S. Grace  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member What Matches Orange

What matches orange?
The husband asked thinking the couch was a mistake.

She was a decorator – not a paid one,
but nevertheless, she was a visionary.

She had the room put together in a week.
People raved about its beauty.

Husband tried to take credit for the orange couch a couple of times.
One look made him back off; but he never questioned her taste again.

Friends of friends came for months to see this gorgeous room.
Orange goes well with every shape, style and color in the world.

Book of Matches and Phone Number

Book of Matches and Phone Number

If you put a 
book of matches and 
your phone number on a 
slip of 
cardboard (lined and sickly yellow) on 
your mantelshelf in relation to 
each other they’ll 
mull over the 
best way to
stop forever the 
fierce growl of 
animals. And too 
butcher glove stench 
will go.

Holding the Matches

we find life in moments within nature 
in the rain
or the thunder that soon follows
in a bushfire
from the trees that became hollow
but she brings her own life
and i find it incredibly peaceful 
like rain on a tin roof
sometimes it's a loud love
like a bike at full throttle
she's lightning in a bottle
energetic and explosive
but not all the time
sometime she's the light
to a small candle
a little flame that sometimes goes out
and that's okay
because you can't be the light in the room
forever
sometimes you need another spark
to lift you through the rough patches
i'll forever be that person for you
i'll forever be holding the matches

The Age That Matches Us

The years pass
but the soul doesn't
accept...
The body
undergoes changes,
that heart
rejects...
the legs creak
as if they were
teeth, and the
teeth fall out
as if they were
drunk...
The body ages,
but not the soul
of child...
The skin, the fur,
the hair if
discolor, but
the spirit if
maintain it fixed
at the age that
it suits us:
we all stay
in thirty or
forty, because
we all desire
reach hundred but
not now... reach
hundred...!

Playing With Matches

Showing off again lol, I made this for my grandsons wedding day

Once the fire is lite you must let it burn
If you have a match that has struck your soul
Let your heart burn and never let go
For the match that has lite your fire

Will bring light into your eyes 
And others will see this flame
That has been placed into your smile
So keep this fire burning

Look into each others eyes
See that refection of this fire
That keeps your soul alive
Each and every day turn up the heat

Never worry about a heating bill
Always kindle your hearts desire
If you think your flame is burning out
Think only about that first match

That lite your house on fire
© Bobby May  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member 'colored' Matches

Imagine a match that when struck's flame is colored,
Its box shows us people (each different race),
And with slogans that sparkle like, "Come Light My Fire!"
Wow! Marketing's easy! A nice change of pace!

"A Colored Flame's Better!" Will matches, so rad sell?
"Please Rub Us The Way That You Like Is Our Plea!"
"Lucky Strikes! Oh, So Hot!" Have you got one better?
Know I sure am sold psychologically!

Long Tooth
January 2018

Premium Member Club America and the Matches They Do Strike

I sit here waiting for my fish dinner 
Wondering if Club America is going to be a winner 
With no wall in sight 
The casino sports books say this is going to be a good match, right 
One side of the country views 
Say complain and campaign until they can not refuse 
While the other side has a one man stand 
From someone who benefitted from being a media personality fan 
As the match gets ready to go down 
Club America has a way of being always on the town 
Shaking hands and making a fuss 
While riding the country in a comfortable tour bus 
Saying we are rock stars 
And debate what we say at your bars 
There are no bombshells here 
Just telling you who our party is going to choose to be the one in charge and steer
Now as the parties offer their beliefs 
In this production to choose the Commander and Chief 
After they do speak 
What type of action can the public do to put on the heat? 
After all the daily news reports 
The general public should be able in their own minds hold the Decision 2020 court 
Before going to cast the questions, they should ask 
Who are these people and what do they mean to me?
Knowing in reality none of them they will never actually see 
It is now coming to the hour of the Club America match 
And on this Friday, I have finished St Peter’s catch 
Feeling secure Club America is in good hands 
While most Americans sit in the stands.

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