I have found a place;
A quiet one to sow...
And wait yielding grace
As peaceful seeds grow.
I have found a toy:
A nice one to hold-
That I play my joy
Out always; fourfold.
I have found a life
Worth living for all.
A wish: afterlife...
To death; our love fall.
I have found a heart
Love's breaths take an art.
Your intelligence, as good as driving amazing cars,
You dole out goodness, generously to all your pals,
Your wisdom, unassailably perches on the highest bar,
While foolish people, buried their's in a maar.
Your smiles burn sadness to a char,
Your beauty invites love to a chair,
Your kindness takes friendship a distance far,
The love you share is without a fear.
Your greatness, noone can ever dare,
In your heart, God's love is already there,
In the eyes of your enemies are rains of tears,
Meanwhile, to your prayers, God has his listening ears.
To your successes, God is always giving you cheers,
In divine blessings, God gave you the largest shares,
The toga of celestial favours, God made you a nice one to wear,
Heavenly salvation, God turns it into your special ware.
Towers and showers
You fall then you rise
Making love to the clouds
It's mundane you despise
Let's cut to the chase
Keep our words short today
I'm proud of this city
Perhaps 'nice one' you'd say
I think you are awesome
In the day or the night
As the faces peer up
Or peek out to the sight
Of industrious city
Laced with tramways and cars
With it's heroes and humour
Or it's battle strewn scars
On the surface you're hard
Always up for a fight
Dig deeper.. discover
A heartbeat, you might
Whether homeless or minted
Perhaps just passing through
Our Mancunian spirit
Is now running through you.
We felt she'd done something right,
So, why was her man's face tight?
Sheila in an enterprise,
To us all a sweet surprise,
But time for Wright to self pound,
Unable to pleasant sound:
We'd heard: moving round and round
Like one who had not peace found.
The name of Sheila's firm 'White'
Is a nice one for her Wright
But Wright thinks Sheila 'too wise'
Clear support not in his eyes...
Her White Firm Wright's eyes surround:
Plans to run it to the ground,
For it arrange a red mound,
Where it shall, at last, be bound.
Why did Archie keep running after Veronica?
Betty was the nice one.
And she was blonde.
Why was Reggie’s mouth always drawn into a sneer?
Did they want him to look cruel?
Why did they want Jughead to appear stupid?
Oddly enough, I never questioned why
Betty and Veronica were both drawn like Vargus pinup girls.
Maybe because I was used to Barbie dolls in 1959.
ll Corinthians 5:
21. For He hath made Him to be sin for us, Who knew no sin; that we might be
made the righteousness of God in Him.
1 John 1: 8 If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not
in us. 9 If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and
to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.
I let a thought enter my mind today
It was not a nice one, I must say
I took a gem clip and a pen
Why didn't I leave them in.
I put a bag of potatoes on the bottom
Part of the grocery cart
Honestly, I forgot, brain didn't start
Or was it that or deep in my heart?
Little things pile up high
We forget to ask forgiveness
I must say
All those things build a dam
Keeping us and our Savior apart
Forgive me Father for what I've done
Let this day be for me a new life under the sun
A poem may be coming or not. finis'
I have not necessarily done all these things, but then again, I may have done at least one or some of them or maybe over my whole life all of them. Prayer in the right frame of mind will put us in a right relationship again. SK
If my life was a little more sunshine,
Will people love to stay with me,
If I was a good person or a nice one,
Will my friends never betray me?
If money flows like a river in my pockets,
Will someone care for me?
If I had a thousand lists of buckets,
Will true friends cherish with me;
Oh! what a fortunate life ahead.
My hands writing down some sad stories,
No one will ever want to read,
Why am I walking around with many faces,
Life was once a happy ending for me;
Have I ever deserved to be wrong?
I walk around so much wasting time,
Blaming all the innocent with a song,
Why do I make myself a loser?
I was abusing myself not for working out,
Can my arrested sins ask for a lawyer,
What will my mind though about,
I'm just a hopeless person,
Begging and begging for love,
That a daughter will never have like a son,
I want to fly away like a dove.
A kiss is overrated and may bring about much pain
For once you have a nice one you’ll hunger more again
Hence please refrain from kissing me so I shall never be beat
From missing any kisses, I regard as sweet.
Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup—
Sugar, spice and everything nice…backup.
Chemical X created the perfect little girls
with kicka@@ powers and whirls.
Professor Utonium
created his perfect kindergartners…um,
one with sugar, one with nice, one with spice,
all with Keene-eyes, superness, no advice.
9/25/2021
Cleritoons
Joseph May
The writing games
If you want to know about me, there will be no diary
you will find my struggle in my writing, you see I`m two persons in one body
the good one who could not harm and the angry one
who knew the nice one was a fake?
I was good, got promotion in a job that was to find out how to fire people
with minimum fuzz and not replacing them, which was the name of the game.
But the angry voice said you are making the rich wealthier and the poor
Destitute, have you no shame, you have become a disgrace.
It was at a Christmas party at the office. I let it rip, the silence they threw me out
my name was removed from the office door.
It is hard to get a job when your reputation is in ruin, but I got work
on ships so old they almost sunk at the first swell out of Honolulu.
This inner turbulence brought illness, and I retired with a state pension.
Bought a house far inland of Algarve and got a dog.
I began writing and used the English language as a medium
to tell you my story
When, and if you read my work, you will realize I have a foreign voice
and that is a criticism I take as a compliment.
The meanest female on Holiday Hill
Probably would be there, an old maid, still
Except for Dan, a randy, illustrious buck,
Who carried her off, to give her a tuck.
He was enthralled with her golden hair.
And opal blue eyes that gave him a stare.
She had the temper of a wounded gater,
Of course he learned this ten kids later.
What can I do? He asked his wise mother.
How do I know? Go ask your brother.
The brother was in a similar state.
Kids with his monster added to twenty-eight.
Mama said to her surviving son,
If you marry, please choose a nice one.
No prob, he said, as he fed his llama.
I’ll never get married, okay, Mama?
So the boy and his mother survived in the house
Spent Christmases hiding from brothers and spouse.
The llama ran off due to all of the cousins
And of course the third boy married and had kids in the dozens.
hypbst
you need to stop spending money
on stupid street wear and shoes
Supreme, Jordans and Yeezys
are a waste of your dues
your closet is full of hypebeast clothes
that you will outgrow in a year
$1300 for two pairs of shoes is way too much
you spend money
like it grows on trees
and you don't seem to understand
that your money isn't infinite
one day you will regret all these purchases
you love cars
so why don't you save money for a nice one
down the line
who needs ten pairs of shoes?
not me, not you
so why don’t you choose
to spend money on things
that will actually benefit you
and not just the coolest fits
and shoes
you don't even skate
but supreme skateboards cover your wall
so stop spending money
on shoes you'll wear twice
and leave them on display in your room
For the rest of your life
you wear shoes, they're not just for show
still love you though
They turned up in their Sunday best
To pay respects my mother cried,
I was not sure what she meant
I only knew my father died.
The hearse arrived, people shuffled,
Standing solemn, looking tense,
I heard strangers whispering
A strange affair, it made no sense.
I looked around at all of this
(Rather frightening to a child,)
I knew it was no party though,
For some were crying, no-one smiled.
Apparently he was in a box
A nice one that they put you in,
Some men in suits stepped aside
They were going to carry him.
Then I heard the strangest music
The like I'd never heard before,
A man with a serious face
Ushered us towards a door.
I looked round, mother wept,
Slowly, we walked inside,
At the time I could not take it in,
I only knew, my father died.
Entry for
You and yours , lets get personal any theme thereupon, any form, Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand.
9/7/2019. Placed 1st.
THE CROSS IN THE WALLET
I saw two wallets on the shelf,
One old, the other nice.
The nice one cost a little more,
But I thought I’d pay the price.
But then I thought how I could take
That wallet, worn and old,
And fix it so it could be used,
I’d be so proud to hold.
And so I bought it from the store,
Then I looked inside to see
A cross that someone had left there,
A message just for me.
I could have found some money there
And been so happy, too,
But what I found instead of that
Was far more great to view.
This cross reminded me of One
Who suffered for my sin,
Who I had asked not long ago
To save and enter in.
This wallet now is worth far more
Than one I did not buy;
And I will love Christ’s rugged cross
Until the day I die.
¬
Based on a testimony given in Reformers Unanimous meeting, April 15, 2005
I do not just stay in my, can not bear anymore in.
My frustration is broken,what moment will I go for disintegrating?
The waves of water are coming out of my breath.
My feet are shaking,now it is difficult to stop,
The time has come, mine, now I will be there now.
How many lives will I get? Stopping in water,
Millions of passes are there on my side every day.
The storm came in the storm,many thunder in my life.
Today I'm going to say goodbye to everyone, leave all.
After me there will be a new pool and a nice one more.
Dear waves, you will also love my love, you will not always see me now and have to endure.
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