Griswold Poems | Examples

Monopoly

Monopoly
by M. Griswold
10312020

Have you rolled the dice and played the game?
You know, that one that's in the hall of fame.
Where one travels the board at the roll of a die.
Not knowing of where your total count will lie.

Will you land on chance or buy property to gain?
To profit on the next players landing in rental pain.
Players travel the board until all is bought or sold.
Then trade back and forth for monopolies to hold.

New houses and hotels pop up, one then two or four.
As players build monopolies up even more and more.
Dollars paid and dollars played, it's all in the game.
To win or the loss is just in the roll of dice that came.

The winner is most happy counting all his rent money.
While the losers sit pouting in frown most unhappily.
There can only be one winner and the losers are the rest.
But that's good old fashioned Monopoly fun at its best.

Women Are the Misery of Men

Women are the Misery of Men
by M. Griswold
07062023

Women are the misery of men to the bitter end.
We then spend our entire life try'n to get back in.
We are born from a  of which we came.
Then labor all our lives to return to it, once again.

How dumb a man to waste all that time and space.
How silly he is, to give space to the all that waste.
And yet, he turns to the hormonal twist and swerves,
To play around with his emotion's passions curves.

All for a women, how stupid he is for all of his lust.
How ignorant is the misery of this, a biology must.
For one with out the other leaves a man in the dust.
But the company of a woman is life's miseries disgust.

A Fool's Folly

A Fool’s Folly
by M. Griswold
01042021

Walking the shadowed halls of a murky, darkened mind.
I search the many doorways of memories only to find,
my folly with life’s time granted has been ill spent well.
But lo’, the inheritance of a fool leaves nothing to tell.

Melted Chocolate

Melted Chocolate
by M. Griswold
08292020

You’re essence is sensual, your body divine.
With a flavor that's sexual, most finely refined.
To eat of your moist flow, I'm most inclined.
With a frenzy of a lover, I begin my sweet dine.

Chocolate melted, rich, creamy and flowing.
Confection thick, passions now ever growing.
Your drops desirable, tempting, ever showing.
In layers rich flowing, growing, never slowing.

Coming to rest upon my tongue out stretched. 
Of a wondrous taste exploding, crazed, etched.
My soul is ablaze with your thick flow fetched.
Running down my chin, a dribble not catched.

A delightful feeling erupts from deep within.
I delve in closer from my elbows to my chin.
Your scent is most insane beckoning therein.
Suckling you frantically I fully eat you all in.

Oh, my smooth chocolate, my sweet candy desire.
Streaming, steaming, it's your richness I require.
No other will do, no other can completely inspire.
The love, the lust I have for you sets me on fire.

A Shadowed Darkened Course

A Shadowed, Darkened Course
by M. Griswold
10272020

I evoke a tale of a shadowed, darkened course.
Where death rides atop his ghostly gray horse.
He's astraddle his saddle with searching evil eye.
Scanning far then wide to spy who's next to die.
 
For no man nor woman that's ever been born.
Will escape this pale rider’s stare for the forlorn.
And upon each and all of us his gaze will rest.
Then withdraw our lives from hearts in breast.

Leeching, death latches upon our sorry bones.
Then drags us to where no good thing roams.
A place where shadows dwell and spirit’s groan.
A space of dank, darkened walls of a hellish tone.

Oh yes, I tell you a tale of all men's fearsome foe.
Of death and his dark place bare filled with woe.
I tell you this tale of death without any remorse.
Because it's all men's shadowed, darkened course.

Jelly Fat

Jelly Fat
by M. Griswold
08272020

"Jelly fat!" you say "Just what exactly is that?"
Well, it's a little more than that li'l old belly fat.
It's all of yur all, you know, that li'l giggle stuff.
The li'l bit-o-fat that's beyond and above enough.

It's that shake in your middle when walking a little.
And bounces hard when, with your mate, you fiddle.
It's that loose bit-o-skin on your arms hanging down.
When reaching for that extra burger, big and round.

It's so hard to get rid of, that jelly fat is really tough.
Especially when accumulated around one's own ****.
And the older you get the harder it's to be rid of it all.
Seems that not a diet on earth can away make it fall.

But not to be so forlorn, unhappy and completely sad.
The doctors have figured out a way to make you glad.
You see, they place you on this table and strap you in.
Then suck it all out from your toes to your double chin.

For He Is Me

For He is Me
by M. Griswold
01172021

By the same mother we’re begat within.
Of one flesh and blood, I am apart of him.
Through the same spirit he’s a piece of me.
An imperfect reflection of another that be.

We may not agree in what each believes.
Nor see eye to eye in all each conceives.
Different in many ways and yet the same.
Each a part of a part from which we came.

For he is me and I am him within this life.
No matter each’s level of trouble or strife.
Accepting those differences that we do share.
I take his burdens as mine, in love, to fully bare.

Turmoil Soup

Turmoil Soup: 
by M. Griswold  09112020

Stirring the pot until fully hot.
Bringing the turmoil to it's boil.
Then to see what is and is not.
Add to the broth a li'l bit of oil.

Add a li'l more fuel to the fire.

Tasting now with ladle in hand.
Sipping again for flavored desire.
Is the soup well made as planned?
Is it ready, it is truly fully dire?

Add a li'l more fuel to the fire.

Other ingredients are in the need.
A tad more hate and  pinch of fear.
With a little lust for power to feed.
One more death that makes it clear.

Add a li'l more fuel to the fire.

It's all in how you get them stewing.
Until their ready to dish up a friend.
A peoples riot is within it's brewing.
Creating turmoil soup without an end.

Evidence of Christ

Evidence of Christ: by M. Griswold 07172020

Was Jesus Christ a myth or did He really exist?
The evidence is written but is just historical mist.
Both Roman and Jewish historical texts agree.
There, in fact, was a man named Jesus of Galilee.

None can deny that He was crucified upon a cross.
Some would argue that His death was at no big loss.
Yet others say that because of His life's sacrifice given.
Many will be saved and their sins all fully forgiven.

Thinking that God has left it up to us to believe or not.
All those stories in the Bible of His life's history sought.
For each of us will search our souls and become a sleuth.
Is going to be His gauge of faithfulness to find our truth.

To believe or not believe in Jesus Christ is all up to you.
To believe in one God or many, this choice is yours too.
Wherever your faith is in Jesus Christ when you finally die.
That's where your spirit and soul will forever either live or lie.

A Voice In the Wilderness

A Voice in the Wilderness: by M. Griswold 07102020

This is the message of God from olden days.
Given to man so he would change his ways.
As back then, it's true in these present times.
God again, speaks His words of man's crimes.

Listen and listen well, open up your closed ears.
So you may hear His truth after all these years.
Don't be mislead by others who tell you false lies.
For they deceive all that you see before your eyes.

This is His message He wishes you to hear, again.
Repent from your evil ways of sin that you are in.
Return unto Me and I will forgive you once more.
Just ask and I will lead you through My front door.

The door that I gave you so many years in the past.
It is still open and inviting you by it's shadows cast.
This door, this way is the only truth offered you today.
It's He who died upon a cross and by men was betrayed.

So to all those that have ears, open them and listen well.
If you do not heed this call you will know what is hell.
For the time is short and He wishes no one to be undone.
Please listen, turn, repent and believe upon His only Son.

Do Dreams Ever Die

Do Dreams Ever Die
by M. Griswold
08112020

When one who dreams passes from this life unto death.
Do all those dreams dreamed lose their spirit and breath?
Do the dreamer’s dreams follow them into their grave?
To never live again for whom those dreams were gave.

Dreamers come, and dreamers go upon this time plain.
They've been given a gift to dream so all the world may gain.
Some visions are too great and are never to be believed at all.
But then, dreams are only as big as the dreamer can recall.

If the dreamer only dreams a dream and never tells anyone.
Then those dreams never really exist and are less than none.
But if the dreamer is faithful to the gift and believes it is true.
And becomes real only when seen by others, like me and you.

A truly great dream will live beyond all time and measure.
And will always be remembered as a dreamer’s true treasure.
The dreamer is only the messenger that delivers his dreams.
But dreams live on through other’s memories flowing streams.

It's All Funwonderful

It's All Funwonderful
by M. Griswold
07072020

It's totally funwonderful to be so alive.
To see all the wonders before one's eyes.
And marvel at life's mysteries to visualize.
It's all funwonderful when seen at full size.

All the majesty and beauty that we witness.
Everyday is a new creation of His sweetness.
If only we choose to see through the grayness.
One will see His light of hope and joyfulness.

He grant's us the ability to choose and grow.
In happiness within His creation so we know.
That He is God and He's in control of His show.
And it's all funwonderful within His radiant glow.

My Shine

My Shine
by M. Griswold
07042020

My shine resides inside this heart.
He and I are never apart.

Brightly, He resonates to intertwine.
Within and without this soul of mine.

He is ever glowing, ever flowing.
Richly warming His essence growing.

My shine is with me when I awake.
He's with me at night when sleep I make.

He arises with me dawning each new day.
Then lights my path along its way.

His gleam heats every corner of my emotion.
Passionately bathing me with his beaming devotion.

For you see, this shine which radiates inside of me.
Is His shining heart given in love , willingly, freely.

I love my shine and He loves me.
And we both will live together for an eternity.

The Need In Me

The Need In Me
By M. Griswold
07022020

There's a need in me for my love to feed.
Someone who cares and take it's seed.
Then to return unto this lonely soul.
The love I desire to desperately know.

A heart that will accept without question.
That which is me with true loves affection.
Another spirit that yearns for my essence.
To share always in loves lasting presence.

Many games have been played with this heart.
Where love has been shattered, broken apart.
Ripped from it's depths for unfeeling pleasures.
By those wishing to steal of it's hidden treasures.

This need in me won't be quenched by games.
For I desire a love with everlasting hot flames.
Of a passion that lives and is returned in true.
One that can only be honestly enriched by two.

Two giving all within a love deep and rich.
With a desire that's passionately wholly stitched.
Taking away fully this feeling of a need in me.
For it never to return in it's saddened sincerity.

The Now

The Now
By M. Griswold
06262020

Today or tomorrow, for us, may never come.
For in instant, our lives, we may succumb.
Never knowing which way it will be from.

So, we must make the most of it, the now.
Every hour, minute, and second, somehow.
For time to slip away we must not allow.

The next moment could be way too late.
Then, in that instant, we meet our fate.
Never again in this world to celebrate.

I speak from experience's mournful cry.
To many now's have come and gone by.
With friends and family I cannot rectify.

The now is all we have on this life's plain.
Before and after are only links in the chain.
So cherish the now for it will never be again.

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