Best Ten Percent Poems
ETHREE-NONET POETRY
OUR BRAINS
Man's
Faulty
Brain power
Is limited
In this place of sin
Even the genius
Uses maybe ten percent
God plans much more for His children
What a blessing our life will soon be
If we will let Him take over our lives
Then God's universe we will explore
We will know how dull we were here
How stunted our growth has been
How our foe has fooled us
And kept us in paths
That led us to
Forsake God's
Loving
Way
Copyright, Kathryn Search
Giving More Than Ten Percent…
You told your pastor you gave your “ten percent.”
But what kind of life have you really spent?
You put money in the offering plate last Sunday.
What kind of person are you… Come Monday?
Living for Christ is a total way of living…
How much of your time have you been giving?
Do you have a burden for the lost souls of men?
Do you have the power of God living within?
No matter how much of church
you’re “involved.. “
The problem of sin in you will go “unsolved.”
Christ must be your #1 goal and ambition…
He must be your true source of spiritual nutrition.
Jesus must be the focus
of your love and attention…
He’s done more for you than
one could ever mention.
He is the answer to a crazy world
gone “upside down..”
He’ll do more for YOU than
“ the biggest church in town.”
100 percent of your life is what
Christ wants to receive…
If heaven as your home…
Is what you wish to achieve.
Christ is here right now…
No need for an appointment.
Won’t you receive his love and
precious anointment?
He’ll do more than any church
building could every do!
Won’t you allow him to make
your life BRAND NEW?
By Jim Pemberton 11/21/11
Plastic for garment hopeful Mc Guyver
Privileged upbringing Mum funded Uni
Drooping arms self described Survivor
Sends selfies working store security
Each week forgot which time we'd set to meet
Busy cuddling cat in his hoarders house
Box obstructed rooms, pet fur pile retreat
Expensive half hour at strip club aroused
Deep thought Duncan sombre long faced hellos
Told off at new job for being morose
Six year psychiatrist compiled his woes
Used a lot of glue trying to make clothes!
Fifty eight, next door mother truest friend
Asserts he's recognised among top ten
31st January
Duncan in denial
Ten percent
Go my love, become the Earth
Do not fear this second birth
Rest not alone, my word is true
The best of me shall lie with you
I lived a life, so long alone
Until I put you in my phone
Only then, I became whole
Found the value of my soul
For you, I’ll ever grateful be
Not just the better half of me
Took no time for me to see
You were at least nine tenths of me
I the agent, you the star
One tiny part of who you are
For you to me were heaven sent
I thank you for my ten per cent
So, go now, Love, become the Earth
Do not fear this second birth
Rest not alone, my word is true
The best of me resides in you
12 December 2018
For - Last Letter to my Beloved Contest
Sponsor - Silent One
Medical and/or scientific experts
doth now corroborate,
promulgate, validate...(wait
don't go there's much more)
linkedin with falsehood
that requires me to terminate,
an average dumb founded guy
(noir) tasked with rectifying
(with quiet riot) eek quate
absolute zero truthfulness humans
only use 10 percent
(or other small percentage)
brain power in (Jean) Nate,
or anybody else for that manner
("say hypothetically
gals named Kate)
which unfounded,
which urban cowboy legend
persisting in perpetuity, I hate
tubby the bearer
of unwelcome news
(doubling up and
down as a pernicious
cherished rumor squasher
boot nada one
reputable specialist studying
intellectual potential,
would unilaterally vouchsafe,
(and risk their judicious, marvelous,
and prestigious reputation,
which years to elevate),
yet such stubborn presumption
firmly maintained latched onto
(analogous to fish unknowingly
snagged with "FAKE" bait)
nonetheless specialists of the
(egg shaped) noggin
do attest in aggregate
that some n'er
do well (christened
Matthew Scott Harris)
did whimsically create
believable Trumpism,
which invalid conclusion
adopted to enervate
his own cognitive impairment,
thus motivating him
tubby poetically great,
and even though, he got told
afore stated said
baseless, groundless and/or
premise, aye intimate,
the sure fire way
to expunge (purge) nagging notion
(short of a karate
chop to his fountain
head of noodle,
which idea to in Tim mate,
would not rank as emphatic,
dramatic, and/or climatic,
as electric shock therapy
last ditch effort to operate.