A long armed Groot at the root of this fruit/
The strong alarmed the wrong loot and followed through against the coup/
Flipped script is ridiculous as I re-jiggle this penned mess/
Stripped it’s ludicrous how crude I kiss and caress this sent injustice/
Picked up this food for our crust to protrude and fizz it does just this/
Slicked pup as my hood busts who’s suave and sends scoffs sideways/
Songs sung to scarlets of Joe’s hands spun off Scarlett Johansson/
Strung out lawns by harlots with no land sum/
A lung tout to spawn a poet’s lot for ransom/
That air brung stout gruel to sew it’s spot and some
Along through I tote a lance to hum and be hung/
Strong brute while hope’s a branch slung/
A long armed groot flips style and gropes leafs to inch along/
The linguistic sower to sword through heaps and hues of sorrow/
The wing’s wish stick is sore from the word brews arrow/
Cut that stings wick as it's more phlegm for the fruits aglow.
Hey Gorgeous Being
You deserve to breathe easy
You deserve amazing food
You deserve love
What is Below, is Above
You deserve heaven
Bread that's leavened
Butter, Love, Honey, Fruits
Shade - only from trees
With deep roots
You deserve a Groot
A nice sharp suit!
Warm, Yummy soup
An awesome pair of Boots!
You deserve Gold
Agriculture... Flowers, vegetables fresh from the ground,
Fruits off the vine,
Geometry in language,
528Hz, 888 Hz...
You deserve Love
Pure as your heart
My Gorgeous Being...
And you will get what you deserve
Where the hefty lumps of fat?
Eyes strain through kaleidoscopic beams
As he takes in the scene.
Frayed Lonely Planet clasped tightly
Knuckles whitening.
'a breeding ground for one of the largest mammals on the face of the planet'
he recalls feverishly
clickbait sigh
To his dismay...
a garden of kelp legs swaying with the tide of "Afrikaans is dood, Afrikaans is groot".
hole-ridden threads giving glimpses of body murals to long-forlorned deities and bugs bunny.
six shots and one dump later
across the hazy, salty coat of cover...
a sighting...
reeks of threat-level status
a show will ensue
as he fishes for that bag of glue.
He came down from the mountain to find a wife.
He looked under toadstools, pulling them up by the root.
Go get somebody who can stop him, we screamed with strife.
Someone came running back with baby Groot.
What good is he? We asked. How can he stop this troll?
The troll tore down a stone wall, uprooting worm and mole.
Baby Groot spoke to the mountain troll in a language he knew.
Troll sprouted some vines, and they began to grow anew.
Pretty soon he was standing as an oak with very pretty leaves.
How did you do that? We asked Baby Groot, who gave a little sneeze.
I told him if he became an oak, I would find him a wife.
Baby Groot kept looking for one, until the end of his life.
Rain, Rain, don't fall continuously.
Go, Go ,go away instantly.
Too much raining can cause flood.
Living creatures can die and lose blood.
Sometimes rain can give happiness.
Sometimes it can turn into a stress.
Anything too much is not good.
Every tree are not like Groot.
The smell of rain can give good vibe.
Heavy rain can cause mud in life.
Oh Rain god, just stop right now.
I wish you could hear my words anyhow.
A shinny sky after clouded sky is nice.
Farmers can harvest many fine rice. ??
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Groot Limericks
Groot is an alien tree being
So tall you just cannot miss him
He obsorbed a bomb blast
Protecting friends from fall fast
And regrown in a pot from one limb
Groot would only say one word
Racoon understood what he heard
Best friends they did stay
Kept baddies at bay
Together both stood undeterred
Groot the loveable tree cutie
Likes to dance in the movie
His moves are so smooth
A dance partner to choose
King of the space disco boogie
09.10.20
First Time Limericks
I tried but couldn't write a limerick
So reckoned to be just very thick
I thunked ever so hard
Got myself into a mard
And looks like it may done the trick
I think I may be on a new roll
Brain cells have started to grow
Though my head hurts like hell
Every line rings a cheer bell
And my nose has just started to glow
My limericks may not be that good
Or give any people a laugh hoot
But practise I will
Don't expect to be brill
Now off to write one about Groot
WOO! HOO!
09.10.20
Net soos Noag, David & Abraham
word dissiepels van die ware lam.
Net soos Johannes, Lukas of Filamon
leer die word en vertrou net op Hom.
Leef soos Titus, Markus & Daniël
wys vir almal dat God maak ‘n verskil,
of
wees dan net soos getroue Job,
die beste dienaar van onse God.
As jy is soos die kind van God,
dan hoop ek jy besef –
jy’t ‘n baie groot job
Vertel die mense van onse
PA.
Wees ‘n voorbeeld en hou op
om te kla.
Sing ‘n lied van Salemo
en help die volk om dan te glo.
Vertel hulle almal van Matteus
En openbaar aan hulle God se heilige gees.
Jy weet Paulus het vir God om die aarde geloop, sonder ‘n staf of selfs ‘n stukkie brood.
Só moenie nou word soos die Romeine,
want jy berhoort aan God – Ja jy is syne.
Kry die doop & breek die brood,
bly in Hom & vrees nooit die dood.
Die koningkryk van die Hemel het gekom,
so maak seker dat als wat jy doen is net vir Hom.
Wees opreg soos ‘n duif,
Dan sal jy vir ewig bly in ons Vader se huis.
Wen
Deelnemer-wenner van tong en van lip
wys my hoe my kanse my dalk mag ontglip
Gereed en gesond en geoefen - Daar staan
die groot opponente. Elkeen in sy baan
Gespierd opgewarm - hul intimideer
‘n sielkunde oorlog. Hoe kan ek probeer?
‘n Knallende wegspring gee voorsprong aan my
Die ander atlete het agter gebly
Sal ek as ‘n wenner die wenprys behaal?
As ek nog my aandag op reuse bepaal?
Die leidsman word leier selfs as daar nie toon
‘n testosteroon wat sy krag mag beloon
Aanhouer wenner indien ek kan slaag
om steeds in die wenplek my kanse te waag
Vermoë om te ywer, te swoeg en te stry
Ek’s eerste die wenstreep en mylpaal verby!
‘n Lekker gevoel – Waar die res kon verloor
Die groot, regte wedloop
…lê steeds vir my voor
My blou bul “girl”
Sy gee my die “thrill”
Sy is die ene,
Sy het die mooste bene.
Die een vir wie ek lewe.
Sy is my alles.
Baie beter as Jacque Kallis
Die rede hoekom ek slaap,
En opstaan in die oggend.
Ek sal haar die wereld gee,
Saam met die groot blou see.
Haar van is Kyle.
Sy het die pragtigste smile.