Best Sponge Poems
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sponge cake sunrise
reveals whipped meringue hillside
marshmallow cooled-down snowcap
weeks before Christmas
will Christmas bring
a snow covered night
miniture sleigh and flying reindeer
who knows, dreams might come true
Sponge cake is made with egg yolks where angel food cake is made from egg whites, therefore, sponge cake is yellow and angel food cake is white.
"More Spongebob, Mimi"--this I hear
a dozen times a day.
How much more can I stand to see?
No more of this, I pray!
I turn the TV off and run
to fetch his favorite toys.
When he says, "Spongebob's much more fun,"
I must seek other ploys.
"A Krabby Patty's what I'd like,"
he says of noontime's meal.
The common lunch I fix the tyke,
he eyes with little zeal.
The Krusty Krab invades my sleep,
and Squidward haunts my dreams.
Those creatures from the ocean deep
won't leave me be, it seems.
Can cartoon sponges start a trend
of death by kiddie show?
If SpongeBob's laugh can cause the end,
I'll be the first to go.
rhyme scheme abab
July 26, 2016
In a Continuum consciousness far beyond
In a timeless time of pre existence
Waking wonders that unfold and respond
With the Kingdom keys of less resistance...
Seismic secular Soul secretions
Creating many learned living legions
Chaotic Cosmic consciousness swirling in Majestic masses
Super Sponge Soul absorbing the Multiverse of gases
Dynamic DNA dancing strands of phosphate spice
The blueprints of our creation double helix shall suffice
Spiritual Soul the embodiment of a specified source
Collective Consciousness through out the human course
Dark molecular matter that we cannot see
Is the Love, the galactic glue that is to be.
Why is it necessary that Soul consciousness be achieved while in the physical body? Is this the purpose of our souls being encased in a physical body?
May.25.2016
Contest By Catie Lindsey
SpongeBob,
A grand pop culture sensation,
Known globally: from nation to nation,
Inspired thousands since creation,
Made humorous, for education,
How you helped form our generation,
You truly uphold your reputation,
So hear my heartfelt declaration - You were truly the best animation
Jellyfish
Once I had a wild wish
To be a jolly jellyfish,
A quietly quivering jellyfish
Shivering in the sea.
I did not crave to be a crab,
A sideways-scuttling, crusty scab
In sluggish sludge and dismal drab
At the bottom of the sea,
Nor wish to be a sucking sponge,
Sea-sway drudge of the fathoms' plunge,
Dredging supper from the soupy gunge
In the dungeons of the sea.
I might have wished for shark or whale,
To lord the oceanic trail,
My dorsal fin a regal sail,
Imperial in the sea;
Or dared to dash through the dolphin waves,
Gliding where the wild seas rave,
Dive to a shipwreck's sunken grave,
Sunken deep in the sea.
Instead, I wished for a jellyfish,
A parachuting jellyfish,
A gossamer drift in the seas' vast dish;
That's what I wished for me.
Spongebob
cartoon fiction
under water voyage
hopes wishes fantasy dreaming
Squarepants
Tribute To Jenny
Who Loves This Show LOL
Get A Rope Hehehe
A Chocolate Sponge Wedding Cake
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Three chocolate bases
hold up a chocolate cake.
Three chocolate bases!
A dream, for heaven's sake.
Ruffles of rich chocolate
look like a piglet's ear.
The wedding guests are stoic -
of their weight they have no fear.
Solidly, the chocolate
is billing the top spread
and chocolate sandwiches, I've heard,
(or maybe what I read).
The cake is crowned with chocolate,
yes, more to fill the plate.
The bride, in white, is common sight,
but her cake is quite first rate.
2/7/2017
Contest - Brian's Select J
Sponsor - Brian Strand
3rd place win
Watching my cartoons
My favorite is Sponge Bob
Yellow with square pants.
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Dedicated to my son Kaleb
With my absorbency nature
I take in freely God’s flowing grace
Accumulating with abundance from Christ’s compassion*-store
Optimizing the Saviour’s goodness as I’m soaked in His mercy-grants.
Midst my squeezable trait
I give kindness with whole earnestness
Loading out forgiveness with forbearance-cheer
Maximizing offered provisions up to the last drip’s supply.
In my partnership with the Lord’s hand
I can cleanse, wash, and sanitize:
sanctifying the defiled, transforming with righteousness
pardoning iniquities, beautifying midst gentleness’ long suffering.
By my willingness, never reluctant
I’m ready to be emptied, accomplishing my designed fulfillment…
Thus, keep me showing my true worth of precious value
As you exercise your loving power over me with all your best and utmost.
*Psalm 86:15 But thou, O Lord, art a God full of compassion, and gracious, longsuffering, and plenteous in mercy and truth.
November 9, 2019
2nd place, "Metaphor of Love" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Bobby May; judged on 11/12/2019.
Its effects run in you
Always through you
And when you’re not careful,
It can go all the way down
If you clench it hard enough
It almost squeezes back
Ripping at your everything.
In the moment it wrenches you
And you play dead for a while
Until you’re back to reality
And it releases your smile.
It’s not as bad as you thought
You’re not as bad as you thought.
Squeeze yourself,
Releasing all that needs to be said and done
Tempt yourself
For you’re not the only one.
Inside it feels like heaven
And you’re tempted to look inside
If you do, you’ll have to rip at it
Is the cost worth the price for knowledge?
It’s opened…
You see everything
But like a child, the gift of sight is blinding
You’re scared of this new beauty
You can’t understand
There’s an adjustment with time
And you feel alive.
If you accept it’s will
The rest will come full circle,
Don’t lose your battle
For the worst thing that comes
Is happiness, beyond good judgment…
"As you live deep in the heart, the mirror gets clearer and cleaner".- quote by Rumi
Majestic and a clean heart when it was born.
Immense sponge absorbing the best and the worst of life,
Risking purity to abandon its principles.
Reconsider about cleaning where your heart reflects.
Offer yourself the best image
for the others to look at.
Reset mistakes diving deep inside, where you only can go.
I Don’t Want Your Soaked Sponge On A Spear
You showed promise at your place of employment
So they presented you with a promotion
You are so proud to be in a position of power
Not to mention the paid vacation
And presidential parking spot
That was part of the package
You prance around portraying a person
Who is important
Putting yourself on a pedestal
Pretending to be a pal to your employees
Now you want to provide me with an opportunity
To be oppressed by you pride
To be your apprentice…
STOP!
I don’t want your soaked sponge on a spear
To many times I have told you about your tyranny
Your advertisings of torture to the truehearted
You taunt me as I sit at the table to study
My Father’s teachings
Telling lies with your twisted tongue
You talk untruths
About your pathetic moments on earth
You toy with tedious thoughts
Constantly plotting against the unsuspecting;
Using tricks to terrify them
There will be a time when death visits you
And your commitment to hate will come to light
Until then take back your soaked sponge on a spear
I am disgusted with your demeanor
Your disregard for mankind
You do devilish deeds
Disrespecting good guidance
Instead you disappoint God
With your destructive ideas
You deserve hell
There will be a day when you are denied admission
Through the doors of Heaven
And despite all you pleading
You’ll be told to keep your soaked sponge on a spear
Use it to douse out the flames
While you dance with the devil
Beneath the dirt
Deep down
In the depths of darkness
The Gift of Healing
A friend of mine is a 'healer', of the spiritual kind,
She uses Crystals, Incense and concentrates her mind,
To channel all her energies, to bring you some relief,
She can heal your spirit, without need for your belief.
I too can heal I told her, with a little twinkle,
But I use pies and sponges, and a little sprinkle,
Whisking up my sugars, creaming them with dairy,
left on every doorstep, from the 'Baking Fairy'.
The recently bereaved, the lonely and the ill,
My offerings soothe their soul, better than any pill,
Just one or two slices, from the sweetest cake,
And made with my compassion, a Spiritual Bake.
So, if you're sad and lonely, or have chicken pox,
You may open your front door, to find a little box,
Open up that ribbon and take a slice of tart,
Made with love from me to you, to lift your heavy heart.
Sponge Is being squeezed
Blood is pouring out
Tears are pouring out
And
Love is pouring out
Creating love river
Undeniable
Maker of oneness
Weaving through nooks and crannies
Of souls of people
And nations.
Some preachers think that Spongebob Squarepants is gay and they'd like to see him be
expunged.
Instead of preaching against rape, murder and other problems, they preach against a
sponge.
I use sponges to clean my tub but I don't believe that they're gay.
If I did believe that, the men in white coats would take me away.
They preach against a cartoon character who isn't even real.
When they preach against such a thing, it has no appeal.
These preachers should find other things to preach against.
Preaching that a sponge is gay makes absolutely no sense.
(THIS IS A TRUE STORY.)