And so,
Life goes on …
Not in the way we want, but how it sees fit
Time doesn’t stop -
Just because you plead,
It doesn't care if you scream so hard you bleed,
It’s selfish, in how it ignores,
It floats by, it doesn’t pause,
It exists only for a continuum
If only ‘too late’ didn’t exist,
For the sole purpose to punish,
What once was, will be your undoing
Time has always been an enemy,
Haunting every memory
Stuck in a past unable to visit,
Like a ghost with unfinished business
No one knows what you feel,
And that is what makes the pain even more real -
It exists only as a shadow - like a conscience,
Only heard by those who feel it,
A reminder of everything we missed
I'm sad for the pride letting love slide right by,forgetting that God is own our side's. It is the hand of our farther we need the most;not money or worldly possessions, just the obsession of trust we need to take with us when we die. So what must I do except stay true even for you through another day in time. As I sit and find out how to be me, remembering the day I fell from a branch of a tree to set me free for all too see as i pray each day. God bless all brother Terry.
WOULD YOU dance a fugue behind
the outhouse / under the hands of beautiful
things that bloom, Oh! upon sacred plains where
shepherds go.
That once i loved Jessica the Nun! Within
her silk nun's habit i saw her pendulous breasts
(i prayed to the cult of Virgins then) and stuck
my tongue within her mouth for penance
: God forgave the lesser angels as they are from
a different order. The rest of them congregated
as horny vampires and ate me while I held their
heads below the Church Steeple.
:: 02.20.2022 ::
some seeds softly soar
others borne on backs of sheep
few grow; most will not
Nature Haiku with Alliteration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Date wrote: 18th January 2022
https://www.howmanysyllables.com/syllable_counter/
As I am slowly walking down the street today,
Something seems familiar about the road I’m on.
I begin thinking back to that very fateful day,
Trying to forget that my wife and child are gone.
It’s been a few years now, but I’ve managed to survive,
Though I can’t hold a job and I’m on medication.
Sometimes it’s too much, and I wish I wasn’t alive.
I just need to go on a “permanent vacation”.
A little further down the road, I realize where I am.
There are two roadside crosses on the side of the highway.
I killed my wife and little girl right here where I stand.
I kneel down next to them and begin to pray.
I begin to cry as I yell at God for what he’s done.
He has taken my precious angels away from me.
I demand an answer because I must blame someone.
The headlights of a drunk driver are the last thing I see.
yup, God is in control, Christ is coming again. He has given us arms to protect ourselves. If we roll over and die to these extremists, who will be left to preach
God's message? Here is the weapons advocate's comment. My response is below.
Where does it say in God's message that we should be bearing arms. No wonder
the arms that Christ and God bear are thrown up in the air truly amazed by all of
man and women's lunacy and lack of fecundity when it comes to having open minds and not being set in our worldly ways. It is hard to have to continue bearing the thought of people having to bear arms. No wonder people can't fight and shoot
their ways out of wet paper bags anymore. The only shooting we should enjoy
seeing is in the production of the next great movie. Maybe with secure guns should
sit for a spell before we have to end up in hell. Interesting.
Jim Horn
SHE'S WET - VIII
At times I wonder why I miss her
and the times I use to kiss her
her dentures were always set
but her pants were always wet
I must admit she was a pisser
John G. Lawless
3/30/2015
The Spirit written text does make the call,
Of one Lord supremely over all,
With a secondary purpose in mind,
Of a merciful and a redeeming kind.
All wrapped up in this purpose too,
Could be salvation for me and you.
I ask you now, does this ring true,
Creation made and with good purpose too?
Col.1:16 'All things were made by Him and for
Him' Gen.50:20 (Joseph to his brothers)'Ye
thought evil against me, but God meant it unto
good, to save much people alive' Isa.45:5-7
Isa.46:9-11 Rev.4:11 John.17:2 Jere.18:6
Matt.28:18 Rom.9:21
If you previous read the lower beginning of this looking to read a clerihew sorry, I made a silly copy/paste error, now fixed.
I could always include the philosopher your's truly
He's just a misunderstood soul that grew up unruly
I can make up excuses for him left and right
How he just ponders day and night
Long ago did he abandon his search for truth
Probably when the tooth fairy robbed his tooth
She left him a small monetary sum as he slept
Then he grew up, found out how much a tooth cost and wept
Now for a group I call the poetry soup drama club
No it's not for their love of theater that I give them this dub
It's for their concern of who gets comments and views
I think the very meaning of it all did they loose
They really shocked me and it's not that easy
To write another clerihew about it seems cheesy
But I wonder why, here they would seek such vanity
Thankfully I write mostly for my sanity
You wonder what life is like
in a future not to far
away from now,
you dream, you hope,
you assume it will all go well
but every now and then
you realize that all
hope is overrated because
your today is endless
and it's not good.
You realize that nothing
goes right for you anymore
and that you will never be good
enough for the people in your life.
So hoping, dreaming,, striving
seems pointless
because you wonder
if there is even a point
in hoping
because in the end,
all of us end up the same.
So you give up all hope,
just for one second,
test the waters,
cross the street without looking,
walk on the edge of the cliff,
jump off the high diving board,
and are not afraid,
because you know,
that there is no point in the future
when tomorrow and today are the same.
The Bengal is dead, a corpse in the ground,
The do-do bird is without sound.
The tribes of Indians, won’t see another day,
The ash from the volcano, has long been blown away.
We have seen the death, of the giant squid,
And many evils stole, the paintings of Madrid.
Why is it that we must destroy?
Maybe someday, morals we will employ.
relate , don't hate
don't hate , relate
evolution , not revolution
attitude will determine our fate .
our decisions will eventually
become , either ,
our defining moment , or ,
our defiling moment .
rise and fall of empire's
only destined to continue repeating .
history as we know it
just does'nt repeat itself ,
it becomes more dynamic.........
so nothing really ever changes.......
we only imagine the illusion of change.........
Maybe there's a world that you have to leave behind,
You can look at it through open or closed eyes,
It happens for a purpose,
It happens for a reason,
We just so often dont know why,
Tell me all about,
Get the pain out,
Let the world know about,
Just get up there and shout.
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