Why for then do we loose
The ire
The anger
The bitter abuse
For love is all that we are in truth
Yet seeing mankind through the eye of today
Their pains
Their angst
Their wandering ways
One questions the not
as if it were
Somewhere hidden
down in the depths
a curr
still so the indefinite verity
Making our lives less bereft
Or even a melody
Categories:
curr, allegory, art, bible, culture,
Form: Free verse
The annual church picnic is fun for the congregation for sure.
Grams says the conversation is abnormally delicate and demure.
There are thugs, known criminals, and thieves, I can assure.
But we try to pretend it is not so, said my cousin sweet Burr.
Many uppity muppities try to get you to join, to reassure.
That they have a ticket to heaven on the hems of Ms. Curr.
She is the one who insists she has paved the way for sure.
I run from her because when we scrap, she pulls out my fur.
Categories:
curr, life,
Form: Monorhyme
As I gather the rasberries
Thinking only of you
With Dove's coo to entertain me
As he sings his love too
I will have to wash in water
Damaged ones will have to curr
Like God takes the damaged sir
Transforms into another
(Herbert Style)
Categories:
curr, education, faith, inspirational, introspection,
Form: Rhyme