Yeah, I know -- my poetic output contains a fair bit of junk but
Yeah, I know ~ my poetic output contains a fair bit of junk.
But then ~ even God created something called a skunk.
In the works of all unparalleled thinkers,
you can expect quite a few stinkers.
Most attempts at art never attain great heights ~
most just immediately go ~ kerplunk.
I don't take myself too seriously.
If ever I did,
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Categories:
output, humor, poems, poetry, write,
Form: Light Verse
Higher output
For water to boil the source of heat must be above its boiling point.
For you to achieve dreams then you must be a dreamer
Whats more painful than investing because you can yet no passion
Imagine dating the wrong person then you become pregnant
Hate will build in your heart,not because you made amistake,
But because you did the
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Categories:
output, appreciation, black african american,
Form: Acrostic
IT GOES AROUND AND COMES AROUND
Don't give it out
What you don't want
What you're getting
You gave time past
Your input creates
Your output doubled.
Galatians 6:7-8
Do not be deceived
God cannot be mocked
A man reaps what he sows
When the clock ticks
Times unviel it all.
Ecclesiastes 3
Time to be born and to die
Time to plant and to uproot
Time to kill and to heal
Time to weep and to
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Categories:
output, africa, christian, community, dedication,
Form: Pastoral
Output
Beyond the hedgerow where the river does flow
Where bunnies unbridled cavort to and fro
And commune with the cows where the new grasses sprout
What, one could ask, might they natter about?
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The cow left a pat and he said, “Look at that,”
to the rabbits all hopping around.
One said, “But there’s piddle all splashed in the middle
and not
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Categories:
output, animal,
Form: Rhyme
Categories:
output, muse,
Form: I do not know?
Input Output
food, drink mood, and sex -,
if merely were man concerns
Rate is his output.
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Categories:
output, allegory, analogy, animal,
Form: Senryu
The Output Is Out of a Lot of Inventions Living - Sonnet
The output is out of a lot of inventions living
Infesting only some powers and weapons
Pervading the earth and air are circling
Enthused in insensitivity and blushless clash,
And have stood in an open contrast
Endeavouring him to mentally crush
To commit him first dead in those trash
Raising a violent war around the global village;
But he with his group
And every
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Categories:
output, crush,
Form: Sonnet