Lawless Poems - Poems about Lawless

Q: What's Paul telling the breathern in 2 Thessalonians 2:1 when he refers to the: coming of our Lord Jesus Christ and our gathering together to meet Him? A: The coming of our Lord Jesus Christ=the rapture of the church and our gathering together...

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Laws of Motion First law: An object at rest will stay there wondering how it got there while the object in motion will wander wondering how do I get there. Second Law: Force will often cause the objects in the first law to negotiate a truce. Third Law: For every action there is an inaction...

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The lawless tide sweeps in at night, Silent beneath the dark velvet sky, Tears that glisten, soft and bright, Fall where the broken lie. Seeking truth, it wanders far, A beacon through the shrouded dark, No flame, no lantern, nor a star, But hope, a fleeting spark. One life to give, a single thread, Woven tight in fate's cruel loom, To rise, to fall, to...

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If a problem disappears, is its solution still viewed in arrears Please reference John Lawless' Monoku, 'A Problem's Problem,' Sept....

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Not written for a contest but based on the wit and out of the box chutzpa of a ballsy poet. If Shakespeare shakes his finger at me for breaking Sonnet rules, I will tell him I am a Lawless one, and a quill like John's is in my bag of tools. One Soup poet is a...

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Whispers of Autumn : August to welcome. with cloudless cerulean sky to shine. Luster of Autumn is bliss of season. Amazing amiable ambience. Environ to enchant on excellence. ...

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dreams … diaphanous … mysteries of the mind that will never find an answer fluid and dynamic beyond our affect or sense … personally, I remember only a couple from my childhood rather nondescript … and early adulthood was par - mostly confused jargon fueled by hormones hopes … regret … frustration lots of frustration dreams - an intense hindrance where life and death depended on my doing something that I just...

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Behind a customary pen that bites its victims, left to bleed in alleys dark, lurks a denizen of forest nights ~ his sonnets' radiance, purest white...

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Fieldwork is stellar, sexy, or strenuous and sad Talking values, prolonging childhood Is not for the faint hearted among S. Africa's "Coloured" My "township" boasts about acting backward Using walls for urination, or there on streets Many walk all day long with beer in hand (never discreet) We reward bad for good; kindness is meekness minus Jesus (equals: simple weakness) Abusing drugs,...

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A law-abiding citizen is One who keeps the law. There are many of them, Of this, I am sure. Sadly there are others, Who live a life of crime, Conning and conniving, And never serving time. Why does this happen? How does this come about? Law-abiding people, Find it hard to work out. People in high places, Often get off scot-free, Why are there no rules for them, But strict...

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The art of writing pooetry for John lawless I never know when I’ll write poo-etry So I keep a pen and paper with me If inspired when I sit on the loo Toilet roll can prove so handy too! My writing it looks like a spider who’s drunk on strong apple cider I may strain when I use a long word Oh...

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The eyes are the same, we stared across the pub floor. So many years have gone by since the days of lawless law. We saw the real thing. We saw the real man. The stench in the air, young death on the land. I still hear you cry, I still hear you beg. For me to finish your life because...

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We need new sheriffs whom will uphold law properly taking these monkey's into account for their corrupt action and addressing facts on these cowboy's that are held by public opinion as gangsters in uniform Lawbreakers bring them down a peg or two and show them inside a cell this is how the taxpayers look at swindlers and...

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She is a mob looting my sleep rioting through the alleys and lanes of my blissful solitude She is thieves a thousand strong who burglarize my dreams until the reprieve of a restless dawn Kidnapper of contented hours who demands no ransom but highjacks every unsuspecting thought with impunity She is arson my undisturbed peace days unclouded by desire now shrouded in smoke incandescent in a...

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He was a perfect and glorious being One who followed his Father But it all changed When he wanted to be like him… ...But doesn’t everyone want to be like their parent… He didn’t want To be a servant to his Father He was beautiful and magestic, An angel in full glory He was cloaked in the mystical clothes of the divine And he...

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