Loyal companion carved from a sturdy oak.
This eternal gratitude will never be revoked.
You've been there for me more then
some human folk.
I think I may be in love with you and that is no joke.
Please stay by my side until the day I croak,
if perchance we come upon a very nasty bloke,
I will turn you upside down and give him a poke!
Would Poke Than Provoke Until Broke
had heard when they poke
potential was to provoke
would do until broke
we read about Jobe
was wild when he wore a robe
earing in each lobe
(in room had a globe)
had been cynical
when war was political
am hysterical
often obsequious
he had been called hibiscus
presumed promiscuous
would wear uniform
which always did keep him warm
protect in a storm
found dog in his lap
around would slap and slap
in brain was a gap
he had an instinct
when it did become distinct
in certain precinct
when we heard compline
knew Jesus was always fine
glad that He is mine
we were paddling
when we first met Madeleine
her horse saddling
was a perfect host
paperback did cost the most
he would brag and boast
(Admiral Stavrides)
over eggs would flip
had looked like a sinking ship
when we got a grip
spring is in the air
at singing birds sit and stare
scared away by big bear
Don't poke beast feral
don't press too hard quiet man
learn that both are beasts
Hell has no fury,
Compared to me.
If you hurt my kids.
If you craving for hell,
Provoke me.
You will see the burning flame,
That ignites, inside.
I rip your heart into pieces,
Feed it to the hellhounds.
You don’t want to see my rage,
And cross my blade.
I’ll slice you open,
Let you bleed for days.
Use your body as a voodoo doll.
Don’t hurt my kids.
My eyes will scorn your flesh.
And your bones turn to ashes.
Don’t hurt my kids.
You will regret you are born,
Beg for mercy.
But it will not come.
Flames of hell will rain on you.
When I am done.
Don’t hurt my kids.
I will walk into hell,
To protect my kids.
So be worn,
Don’t hurt them.
Palpitating breath of Greed
Masks the Voice of Conscience
When one seeks to be redeemed
Unveils what was tucked away
Hidden until required
Unmasked something different
Once neglected hastily
Loses conscience itself
Loathes being Provoked
Returns at a great price
Tragedy of what it was masked over
Feeds on the ill-will of lies
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A joke or two
sets the mood
Is something wrong
with the food
Make light of it
if you must
Remember that
in Mom I trust
Provoke Joke That We Were Broke
others did provoke
and have become a big joke
they would end up broke
hard times in making
each breath we have been taking
while hearts are breaking
how bad we all feel
did discover dirty deal
poor so had to steel
God had told us so
with support spirit will grow
party in church throw
could be a client
who on God is reliant
so we shall repent
soon we all shall snap
and could never fill in gap
then was in a trap
Four F's
fanatic we found
frustrating and full of fear
tired with fatigue
Does any of this sound
familiar.
Jim Horn
Evoke Versus Invoke and Provoke
Sometimes we will on occasion invoke
With the final result being to evoke
Going against grain;
And being a big pain;
If opposed a person this will provoke.
Jim Horn
Do not with children
a contest of wills make-
for this only provokes
them to anger and is a mistake.
you might prevail
for the moment but
you cannot win, it will just
keep happening time and again.
Instead of contention
firm instruction is best-
provide an acceptable
alternative and avoid the test.
Give them a substitute
to claim as their own-
we can not dictate
to them when they are grown.
Or force on them
life’s path they must take-
nor choose for them
the decisions they make.
Tiny chances of slender hopes, that broke.
On your lies i can only pray, you choke.
Not ever was a single word, misspoke.
Scattered tattered moral beliefs, a joke.
But buoyant dreams that fill my head, are stoked.
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