I’m always bolted to a floor
Often I live in a tiny room
And when I hear the door lock
I pray they’ll spray some air perfume!
I doubt you ever would believe
The anus stories I could tell
About fetid foul flatulence
And its lingering dreadful smell!
When people get up off me
Sometimes they forget to flush
And I hate it when rude occupants
Leave the contents from their tush!
Some men never even lift the seat
Splashing me with yellow drips
I gurgle if their todger’s caught
When they’re pulling up their zips!
You can think that I’m just a toilet
But on me you can always depend
Some die whilst sitting on my throne
‘Cest La Vie,’ I’ll miss you friend!
Yesterday afternoon on March 22nd, I had the paramedics transport me to the Emergency Ward of Swedish Hospital in Edmonds, Washington. And I was diagnosed with Lymph-edema (swelling of the legs) But I praise the Lord for there being no leakage! I did request prayer for me and my family on All Poetry!
If you access this, please pray for my family and for me.
I have to make a followup appointment with my PCD (Primary Care Doctor Kapil Gangwahl) when my home care worker from (Cathletic Community Services) is able to take me on a Thursday. Her supervisor is going to instruct her to take notes from my appointment. But both of my workers are going to try and walk around the building with me.
I sincerely hope and pray to God, our Heavenly Father in Jesus name, will heal my family and for me! He has already healed me from an ovarian cest on my right overy and from Calcification of my left breast! "Let all that has breath, Praise the Lord from whom all blessings flow!" "There by the merciful grace of God go I!" more latter on 3/23/21
I just tried out Soup’s grammar checker
It graded my work at just three
I smashed my IPad into pieces
You might say it kind of irked me
So I loaded up sonnet eighteen
(Compare thee to a summer’s day)
I copied and pasted that poem
Precisely as Shakespeare did say
Seems it’s a long way from perfect
For ‘owest’ he shouldn’t have said
And he’s gonna need to change ‘growest’
Alas, I believe Shakespeare’s dead
And then checker graded his writing
And set it at one point nine three
So what’s the big deal with this Shakespeare?
It seems he writes worser than me!
[Postscript: This epic ode achieved a 1.93: Cest la vie.]
Restriction, restriction
The world is getting mad, and the police patrol cruises the street
if you are caught without a mask heavy fine awaits.
I see some schools are open, but some are not, there has been an outbreak
of the pest in some of them.
Happy days for parents whose children are at school it is good
to be rid of the little blighters for a few hours.
In Norway, you can go to any restaurant or pub
but you can´t by alcohol- mine is 7up, cola for my friend-
Only in Norway can they do this.
But we have been here before when the Christian- party ruled.
When a left-leaning party came to power, the beer taps were opened,
but you had to eat a sandwich first.
And since no one was eating the bread the same sandwich went in and out of the kitchen
a hundred times; and when someone took a bite out of one,
it was usually full of burnt-out matchsticks.
Cest la vie!!!
Young Girl of Calais
There was a young girl of Calais
Who dreamed of dancing ballet
But with her two left feet
and not quite petit
Cest non, said the Calais ballet
This is a 2 Language poem, 3rd language is also a blur
(Funny fact. my dummy poem.)
Oh Mon Dieu je suis comancer oublier a parler francais!
Oh my God I. Am. Beginning. Forgetting how to speak French.
Tou. Mai's francais est aller
All my. French is. Gone
Je. Comprend. Past. Du. Tour.
I don't. Understand. At all.
Comment est sa river . Cest impossible
I do not know how it happened. it's impossible.
Well that's all I remember how to write so far but at least speaking is not that forgetful oh yeah my 1native language is not that far behind, for French is my second. My father found out oh boy it will be a lecture even of me being 40yrs old gosh.
I woke up this morning
Sporting a Beret
Speaking in a French accent
Parlez-vous francais?
With a scarf around my neck
A pencil thin moustache
Afraid I might have woke up French
A slight giggle to my laugh
With a strong urge for fresh Baguette's
I head to the grocery
I told my cat that I'd be back
He looked at me... Cest la vie
A righteous man
I see a man standing,
From a distance,
his words,
Sound so pure,
He speak with a message,
To any soul willing,
He wear no long gown,
No cross around his cest,
No book on his hands,
Only read from his mind,
He no long bear,
Under his jaw,
His head are not covered,
He got no temple,
Or, pulpit,
No picture of a saint,
in his living room,
No status of a god,
in his garden,
Still he gave,
a moral thought of wisdom,
In his message,
he never teach of,
a hell or a heaven,
The fruit of peace,
he represent,
Through his actions,
Always he teach,
how great is life
With love,
All time,
he calls for unity,
He got a vision,
about the universe,
Like a clear reflection,
his mission is clear,
With his message,
he saves souls,
from confusion,
I wonder who is this man?
Here My instinct spoke to me,
Saying........,
He is,
A righteous man.
Hold me in your arms
Hold me in your arms
and dont let me go
hold me in your arms
and caress my body so
Hold me in your arms
and please dont let me go
hold me in your arms
i need your lovin yo
hold me in your arms
and dont dare let me go
for i know ill miss you so
hold me in your arms
make sweet love to me
hold me in your arms
cest this spell you have on me
hold me in your arms
its only your love im craving of
hold me in your arms
and dont let me go
hold me in your arms
and be good to me i dont want you leaving me
just hold me in your arms
and cuddle me your so very special to me
Lonely Heart aka Sherell Crumpton
take a look at this world
hunger, crime, and deceit.
try to change it for the better
but that gets thrown to the back seat.
sad time we live in
...but why despair.
i know that's kinda harsh
but all we can do is just breath the air.
life is worth living
if you see it through eyes like mine.
despite what bad there is
do what you want because all you got is time.
you were my life
the only thing that kept me alive
but now your the death of me
one whos heart is destroyed
can no longer survive
cant move
whole body numb
so dumb
i trust you with something so fragile
disintegrated off the face of the earth
yet to cest to exist
the meaning of life no longer runs through my head
the feeling of being alone
knowing nothing can compare to what ive had with her