Long Minions Poems
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Our new master is the silent one as evil as can be
His plan was to stock pile all the banana's in the world
and It must be said we whole heartedly agreed ,
Now banana's are spread around the world so we need minions by the score
There's Carl and Tim and bob and Kevin I just can't name them all
The ones we don't collect we will eat as that's how we roll , Me want Banana ! (I'm hungry in minion)
nothings ever easy as the warehouse it caught fire, Bee Do Bee Do Bee Do! (fire in minion)
What a shame fried bananas and gelato (ice cream in minion) for our tea
Now if you want more updates you'll have to buy a tickets to minions two or three
Tulaliloo ti amo! (we love you in minion )
This time not at the cross of Cavalry,
But at Armageddon battlefield.
The earth will hear trumpets blow,
And thunder roars.
They will see the sky open and is adorned
With a majestic seven-color rainbow.
At the battlefield an obnoxious enemy awaits,
Demons, Ai’s, and humans in their millions with
Their beast, antichrist king, and satan.
On a white horse, our Savior will ride in.
With an infinity of angels and saints behind Him.
They will hear the trumpets louder,
And the tremble of the earth under their feet,
As all the angels and saints with their King,
Come marching in.
The space will be too small as we take our stand,
From heaven above unto the battleground.
And then a great silence will fall,
After Jesus speaks.
Satan and his two minions will be taken into captivity.
Thrown into the deep abyss, and the rest,
The birds of prey will have a feast.
Heaven with all the angels and saints will rejoice.
Because victory belongs to Jesus.
He is the darling of us all, our King, Savior, and Emanuel.
Ol' Hannity and Tucker,
Now there's a real pair.
Following the Trumpest drumbeat,
Without rhythm to share.
Both enjoy stirring the pot,
Regardless of the brew.
As long as Rupert can still
Count, all the revenue.
The crap they espouse, is
Simply poison that they spit.
Yet it's venom is complex,
And no antidote exists.
And while the puppet-master
Has, oh so many minions.
There is a severe lack of truth,
Among all those opinions.
Since patience is needed,
When judgement day arrives.
I can only wonder who'll be
Standing, and who is absent and hides.
I only know for now, I can't watch any
Fox channel, even my favorite, the NFL'd.
But who knows, maybe when that contract
Renews, the league can inform Rupert . . .
He's been cancelled.
NO, you will not have my child.
I will not be convinced by the rampant
hunger of government, the devourer of souls,
needing cannon fodder.
NO, I will not stand a zombie in a trance
an unrepentant ghoul entranced,
watching as you turn innocents
to join with the minions of destruction.
I will not plan to kill.
I will not live to hate.
NO, you will not have my child.
Death may come, as Death will,
but I will not be conned by the powers that be.
Death will not find me, or mine, willing victims
of this plague of violence.
The energy of me and mine will plan
to live and die in the light.
How Times Have Changed~
We ran so innocently in lush, soft, beautiful grass!
Dreamt of wonderful futures on the finest, fresh smelling sheets.
Mother treated each child as her very own angel creation.
When apart, we pigtailed beauties, actually called each other on real phones!
Sadly, the deliciuis times of being together, are no longer here,
And no, sorry! Facebook and a child stuck in front of any screen.
Can never bring back the joy, the togetherness, the very vibrancy
Of loving and close human conviviality.
Love has transformed, so that, it's like looking for it in a rear view mirror.
We lost our love for one another, in tragic totality!
A God, a church for some, just is far too demanding,
Besides, we might have to leave our house, or worse be standing.
We killed God and became ravenous, selfish beasts.
We cannot connect humanly anymore, as once we fearlessly did.
That feigned pretense of "caring" is absolutely the worst.
It is nothing more than electronic symbols on a device!
Our once sparkling, spiritual souls, that belonged to God.
Totally stone cold,like the dead, under the sod..
666 and his minions launching their final work.
Theit goal? To see that God is never once mentioned.
We really think we are bigger than God? Yes, we consider Him a clod!
We never attribute any success we have to Him
Drunk on our own wonderfulness, indeed hollowness,
In a world that we never created.
Detachment, no-speaking is the word of the day,
We never consider or think that another human,
Might need a hug, a visit, from another soul.
In fact, we rob them of hearing our voices at all.
So busy are we, destined on a train to hell.
Deaf,are we, totally to our own death's knell.
On fine new couches we sit, huge TV's captivate us,
Our stomachs, full and bulbous, but it doesn't bother us.
So off to get manicures, haircuts and more.
We are horribly prideful and vain, strutting like arrogant roosters.
We can't stop playing vainglorious games.
Never for God, oh, no~just for our personal,insignificant fame!
Panagiota Romios
4/10/2018
Seeing spirals of Andromeda's dish
flinging itself towards the Milky Way;
many billion stars stuck in divine drama.
Through Gaia Observatory's scope eyes -
seems like two Ospreys warring in the skies.
Yet yields colossal change, spun at light speeds.
Seeing clearly our own old origins,
for mortals, this is how it all begins.
Knowing the truth may relieve one's worry,
hear earth's dynamic galactic story.
We're such specks, one of trillions;
in its vastness, aren't many minions.
Seeing one's self on our globe, universe;
always has had deep meaning for humans.
These billions of spheres shall surely collide,
the laws of physics cannot be denied.
Orbiting at an edge of our disk's swirl,
this galaxy's end will likely unfurl.
Flirting With Death, Gods And Devils
Blonde, blue eyes, tall and slim
Pretty as a picture without the wings
They go by the old names; “Lucifer’s minions”
Fellow demons on the Earth
Flirting with the boys and girls
Today, in black suits, they pray in church
Prey afterwards on lost souls
Found in corporations
They win the hearts of everyone with a wink
Gentlemen under the skin with hidden sin
As the gods they are
Never have to go too far from heaven
Gods and devils are the same
They simply operate under assumed names
We are their armies in training
Flirting with death
Is a dangerous undertaking
Created on 1/19/15 for - “Gods and Devils” – Poetry Contest
Father, My Father the hour is come,
My weary heart feels the brewing storm,
Rome's Calvary to Me they hasten,
In Thy presence I kneel chastened.
Take Thy goblet from Me I pray,
Veer me away from the devil's way,
Hide Me within Thy towering pavilions,
Away from Caesar's bloodthirsty minions.
But not My will but Thine be done,
I stand obedient to Thee a Son,
Weary but willing to stand the test,
If that assures salvation for the rest.
So let Thine angel give Me strength,
For though My bloody sweat fall at length,
I'll drink this chalice of suffering still,
Knowing I harken to My Father's will.
To You then My breath I give,
Let death be for Me a brief reprieve,
And eternal life for the rest of human race,
Who'll sing forever Your Amazing Grace.
Form:
the baby's head
crowns as Father watches --
a dozen red roses
When but a speck gelatinous, unformed, you watched
Watched as the determined swimmer pierced my soft core
Smiled at the countless me's, in the sea of thee, birthed.
Your joyous laughter spins universes with a roar,
marries diverse minions in delight astonished,
as made and unmade we rise, a holy labor.
You watch each molten mountain crest an aching sea
as stark white stars shine in my lovers tearing eyes
smiling at the she's and he's, who chose to be free
of what if's and enjoy this never ending ride
in this holy labor we abide.
A brand-new pyramid’s been built,
Which might give us conniptions,
But this one’s made by just one man
Instead of the Egyptians.
Unlike the older version, which
Endorsed a healthy diet,
This time we’re pushed to eat red meat,
Though vegans may not buy it.
Aside from steak and burgers,
Whole milk cheese and foods like that,
We’re being told we should indulge
In saturated fat.
The Heart Association thinks
This puts us on the track
For many more Americans
To have a heart attack.
But hey – this is our country now,
A topsy-turvy land,
With lunatics and blowhards
And their minions in command.