Best Trun Poems
it was night
that was right
we has a largh bed
its still in my head
how our boby trun and brun
until we were weak
no regrets
having
the
PILLOW SEX AND SHEETS
its a trun on
when am alone
think of the good times
you always on my mind
all you and i do
how can i forget
we had great great sex
with it am so blue
THINKING ABOUT YOU
Turn Over a New Leaf Turn over a new leaf. Let God be the one cleaning blood.Let the power into your soul. Let Christ offer you an escape.From the sin of Satins sinful ways. Turn over a new leaf.Let God know you need Him every hour of the day.He will give you peace, joy and love and life everlasting.You will know your love for him is not in vain.Because knowledge to him that is easy to understand and the fear of the lord is strong. Let Him word light your path turn over a new leaf. And know you have a place of refuge for your children and wisdom for their heart when you turn over a new leaf. You will walk with God forever.
Turn Over a New Leaf Turn over a new leaf. Let God be the one cleaning blood.Let the power into your soul. Let Christ offer you an escape.From the sin of Satins sinful ways. Turn over a new leaf.Let God know you need Him every hour of the day.He will give you peace, joy and love and life everlasting.You will know your love for him is not in vain.Because knowledge to him that is easy to understand and the fear of the lord is strong. Let Him word light your path turn over a new leaf. And know you have a place of refuge for your children and wisdom for their heart when you turn over a new leaf. You will walk with God forever.
some its a trun on
just feet alone
they see and get weak
theyer call
FEET SEX FREAKS
On the scene burning hotter than a blazing flame surrounded by painted walls shield in myth . Faces fraud not dipped in the light of truth . Matched by ignorance unseen by those near hints of fake as I walk flaming with burning truth malted in my gaze but gaudy in eyes covered with pain to shame to lift there true face to day . Glade with lies that trun heads in wonder baffled in mazes of problems made by foolish deeds . Needed something juicy with lips poisoned with dripping venom . Crafty by nature yet burned in blazing fires forces lies to burn down . Walls void near ashes because fraud in blazing truth is tested in laid to ashes . Authentic near golden in blazes burn high near sun hot eclipsed days in light of truths true power . Uncovered in shame seen in light made to see , thought of has a fool to see .
Insect gost
They host me in my dreams
While sleep I turn my side they
Trun there story I asked what is
The moral of there death why
The soul not get rid off from there
old name they shown me
The pain of cage living like age
Calling by insect gost
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
so much i
been thur
i was down and feeling blue
no one to trun too
meeting you
i will say
was
MY LUCKY DAY
Don't creep just trun the page
How like a simple flowing
Water of river with the life of
Creature's ager to meet the sea
with the race of sun and moon
How the simple bird can fly
In a air but ager to walk with
Out wings in a land of life
Like the snow gives a cold
In a winter and cry for hot
Like the life moves around a
Circle of death of truth so why
Should we creep to find the
Way to think a lot about realty of illusion
Just turn the page
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
trun my scarred wrists towards the sun, see where the shackles of shame once hung. bare my flesh and count the flaws where guilt gnash with sharpened claws.
Remove the slippers from my hesitant feet,where molten regret scorched with blazing heat, pull back my hair and with your fingers, trace prints of palmed remorse, adorning my face.
do not consider this my tale of woe or call for pity and sadness to grow, instead look to lessons learned and time gone by wings that formed with feathered pain to fly.
Each score that lies across my body and soul created the woman that stands before you.....whole the past has made me who I am, I'll not ask why to deny the facts would ne weaving a tarnished lie.
I refuse to hide the reasons for who I've become, I'll not cover them for the absorption of anyone as I live on...day by day the past will live within, but never will I allow it to excuse my every sin.
so i ask you now to view the scares and imperfection. the fingerprints of my life...unmasked for inspection just as you wouldn't shield your chilled body from the sun, don't protect me from where I've been...or I become no one.
so with that said there were times I wrote to exorcize demons, they haunted my past, invaded my present and threatened my future. The words, pulled from my heart and separated from my soul took on a life of their own. They blended and muttered thier shades of emotion into a veil of understanding that could be worn by anyone.
she was there
other was near
she had to bear
ans stare
all by her self
with no one els
to trun too
she was to it get started
turn out to be you see
her
GOING AWAY PARTY
Some tasks will be rough,
But doesn't have to be tough,
The more you think you can do,
The road will be rugged,
And the hills willbe insurmountable too,
Always remember the hills ahead, are never as steep as they seem,
with faith in you heart, start upward,
And climb 'til you reach your dreams,
For nothing in life that is worthy,
Is ever too hard to achieve,
If you have the courage to try, and you have the faith to believe,
Faith is a force that is greater,
Than any knowledge or power or skill,
And many defeats trun to triumph,
If you trust in God's wisdom and will,
For faith is a mover of mountains,
There is nothing that God cannot do,
So start out your faith in your heart,
And climb unti your dreams come true,
And remember that God loves all of you!
Tree is standing still,
Oh! the tree is standing still.
Dense difficulties stiff it,
Still its muscular branches ready to beat it.
Atrocious time will land and soon will reach its end,
However its sturdy branches never let it to bend.
Tree is standing still,
Oh! the tree is standing still.
Dense difficulties stiff it,
Still its muscular branches ready to beat it.
Adaptation is Adaptation living is born to learn,
New change rise in trun.
Tree is standing still,
Oh! the tree is standing still.
Dense difficulties stiff it,
Still its muscular branches ready to beat it.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock,
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock,
That's the inevitable sound
Which abruptdly summons
You back to the ground
As you seek to find
Something inside yourself
Aparently out of reach
It's the midst of a sunny afternoon
Off to work, soon you shall be
To the same place of dread
Because you haft to earn the bread
But you won't be like the others
And simply trun to stone
One day, you are going
To make it on your own
Co-workers are there,
It seems year after year
Settling like one of them,
Is what you most fear
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock,
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock,
That's the inevitable sound
Which summons you
back to the ground
Peer through a window
And observe all the life passing by
Wish you were her?
Or, do you long to be him?
Because they don't haft to work today
Must be so nice
The dream is to really make it someday
Then look back and say
Laboring nine to five
Barely kept me alive
I didn't turn to stone
Finally, made it on my own
Bosses seem to think they can control you
Yet, they have no clue
It is to myself I will remain true
And eventually find what I seek
Even though the present,
Appears to be bleek
Out there somewhere
Lies my special place
In the scheme of life
Utilize your artistic temperment
And then turn that key
Setting the chains of nine to five free
Somewhere out there, a sanctuary awaits
Until then,
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock,
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
you like it this way
you like hard play
lets do it to day
let get rough
and tough
let me do it too
until you trun black and blue
BABY TEACH ME TO
BUMP AND THUMP YOU