Judgement Makers
Be careful, watch your words.
Remember what Christ said:
"Do not judge lest you be
judged also!"
We muck about like God himself.
We. Yes, I said "we" have already
decided.
Who is going to heaven and who
is going to hell.
Tell God, He has nothing to do on
Judgement Day!
For arrogant humanity's proclivity
to sanctity,
Knows today who is going to hell
and who is coming His way.
Can't wait to see the expression on
God's face,
When told His job has been replaced
by all the human race!
April 7,2023
It’s all in your mind and your views!
You really are the one to choose.
So do wear mind-positive shoes.
Have the great dream, that eagles’view.
Listen to music and great news.
No need to muck about, so unglued.
Create happiness, not the blues.
Share your joy with many others, too.
Cherish that most wonderful you!
10/2/2022
Where have they gone, they who, said they loved you
like their own Mother?
Jealousy dissolved that bond, like green fatal poison,
none other.
They took your heart from you, and stabbed you deep.
You must forgive each, because you only belong to God's
divine keep!
Do not, on mortal man, give all your soul.
The thief will sneak in, disguised as the sweetest
jelly roll.
We outlived them.well and so terribly strong!
Whilst they muck about, looking for parental
aporoval from an uncaring thriong.
9/20/2021
Imagine! Is this fantasy or reality?
I brought a gang and stole everything from your house.
I mean all you ever worked for or owned.
After that, my gang goes on TV and lies about your good name.
Real.. vicious lies. No basis is reality.
Following that, I round up TV channels and plan to get you
permanently removed from your house.!
To be dragged out by if necessary is my goal.
To put to shame, the person whom I stole from.
Oh, but not only that. I want to be sure Americans will never
allow you to live in another house.
Hopefully, I plan to jail you permanently. Yes!Me!
The one who stole from you and destroyed you.
And I muck about in my saintly mask, destroying you
every minute of the day!
Aren't I Special? Hey, hey!
~~~~BIGGEST HEIST OF THE CENTURY~~~~
I deserve all I stole.
@Aware-niks here know what I mean.
@ The rest? No comment
1/12/2021
6pm PST
I'd prefer to relish smiling, big giggles,
Than muck about in worrisome fear-wiggles.
Joy is my veritable, beautiful twin sister.
Fear, just an obnoxious, mind twister.
I prefer to love life with unending passion.
Not chasing all day, an invible, viral assassin.
I refuse to wait in line for a fine, silver coffin,
Simply because recovery is very high, death rates
exaggerated, far too often.
I wish I could halt all the nonsensical propaganda.
That's as bizarre as me, becoming a Panda.
My song is~ to live life to the hilt, normally.
Thus ends today's fun homily!
May 28, 2020
7pm PST
Poem # 1303
They don't frolic in a flurry of snow,
or muck about in fantasies, daydreaming.
Neither hand reaches for another,
their two souls of desire, brimming.
For they are not rivers,
but mountains, tall, standing.
There are certain things in life
I couldn’t do without –
Reading, music and a home
Where I can muck about.
Pencils, paper, ice cream, beer,
Coffee, bagels, cheese –
Take them from me and you will
Have brought me to my knees.
Note, they’re objects I describe
Which sate my appetite.
For people, that would be
Another poem I’d have to write.
I used to be a dreamer
Growing up within my mind,
I was no heavy sleeper
By creativity confined
I used to be a hero
One day, and then the next
I could've been Jack Sparrow
Prancing between the decks
I used to live in a circus
With carousels and flying cats,
I'd muck about without a purpose
All day out, with Mr. Tall Hat
I used to be a rarity
From anyone else, I was unique
I used to live in fantasy
Believed in fairy tales, even magic
Today, I am another person
As normal as they define
Too scared to be uncommon
Afraid to be left behind
Today, I live in blunt reality
A world of black and white,
that outlaws every little oddity
and punish them on sight
I have been dead before,
When they took my dreams away.
A tale of my two girls.
One's called Jodie
and one's called Daisy.
They have a lot in common,
mostly they're both crazy.
Being teens,
so full of life,
infact they both amaze me.
One big difference,
for all to see
is that one's covered in skin,
the other is much more hairy.
Both mastered in the art of making noise
and both attract all of the boys.
Both love to go out in the sun,
just as soon as the day has begun.
When it rains they don't go out,
they stay indoors and muck about.
They're full of fun and love to play,
that's non stop every single day.
I can't keep up,they're too much for me
but without them
I never want to be.
Here’s the best thing you should know,
if ever to Australia you go.
Don’t ever wind up as a feast,
for this voracious reptilian beast.
For your reasoning surely would be faulty,
if you ever “muck about” with a “SALTY”.
And don’t think he was born with a tooth that’s “SWEET”.
To him you are just another piece of meat.
So if you must visit his polluted “Billabong” retreat,
make sure the only thing he swallows is what you excrete!
For the Sweet or Salty contest
THE MAN WHO IGNORED HIS WIFE
How could you do it dear, she cried
You think you’ll keep me satisfied
How could you quit a Wall Street job
To muck about with every slob
A rising star---you blaze a trail
You’d shuck it all to run a jail?
Oh, my sweet darling, then she quibbled
You know I love you…. ear was nibbled….
A cold look flashed—he’d not be played
Now stunned by truth--- she was afraid
She had ployed sex, she had coyed tears--
Anger now surpassed her fears
She screamed at him and slapped him hard
He studied her with new regard
He saw himself a man alone
Threw on his jeans and grabbed his phone.
He viewed his love in raw new light
Slammed tight the door, and said Good Night.
I am woman, but I do not roar.
I sneak, insidiously, through the back door,
overtaking, so that you cannot ignore
me as I muck about and explore
your deepest secrets. I become your desire.
I become your focus, but you don't know
I wreak havoc. I interrupt the flow
of your life, as you try to become the beau.
I keep you in check. I make you go.
You don't even know I cause the fire.
One day, you may find me sitting in class,
or possibly notice me behind thin glass.
I am one of the many walking en mass,
amid people and faces, stupid… crass
trying to rise from the myriad mire
to become the one you most require.
Suddenly I find myself coming higher.
No longer must I sneak or conspire,
hiding in shadows, being a liar.
Now I can rise from the pyre
and become the one to love and inspire...
You
you may think i act sleezy
or that i am way to easy
but you are just way to hot
the amount i like you is a lot
we have a laugh and muck about
pulling faces like models pout
i have never felt this way before
the way you leave me begging for more
everytime you walk on by
i get emotional and want to cry
butterflies are always here with me
and i can not seem to set them free
when you are here my heart will beat
too strong for me i can feel the heat
feelings like this they can't be wrong
werid feelings that and scary strong
hold me close, don't let me go
trying to stop my feelings show
afraid of what you may think
suspense is pushing me to the brink
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