I didn't know what
the existent desire is
until I met you today
Your hope scarry me
though we exhilarating
nil bad will happen to us
Sneaky scoundrel, so sinister
like your scarry Siamese twin.
Grin result of disobedience
secured by Satan at the tree.
On Abel, you first set your eyes,
from mother earth his blood still cries.
Your thirst for victims knows no end
to Sheol, countless hosts, you send.
Your heart was pleased with Noah’s flood,
you had your fill of human blood.
With wars, famines, and homicide,
from you, doomed mortals cannot hide.
Like a tyrant, you rule with might,
claiming new victims, day, and night.
Soon your reign of terror will end
and the saved of earth will ascend.
When you and Jesus had the clash,
you then knew you had met your match.
When he arose with fists held high,
you knew that one day you will die.
Thanks to God for the victory won
through Jesus Christ His only Son,
that we may live and ever stay
in that fair land of fadeless day.
When I fell in love with you,
I imagined that our love would take place
between your heart and my heart,
Unfortunately, after a while,
I figured out that it would happen
between your mind and your heart
between my mind and my heart
and between your mind and my mind
not between you and me
I think we’d better give it up
as it sounds rather scarry
Anyone afraid of ghosts out there
I'd even bet my bottom molars there are
The creaking floors while you're half asleep
The ghostly visions in the corner of the room
Just after turning off the light
Your skin crawls with a sudden chill
Ghosts are not real everybody knows that
Or are they...
At last came the long Lockdown
It is so agonizing for doubtful countdown
I feel we are living in a darkened cage
With the gaze on calendar for counting days.
Like a storm,Corona virus swept the lands
All advised not to shake hands
Shop shut,bank shut,school shut
Do I use mask for virus or mouthshut?
Groceries, All deny to lend
With my kids I find time to spend
Trying to cook smart and yummy
Covid-19 alerts to keep starving tummy
Alas ,The only concern now is the pandemic fear
Thinking what is far and what is near
It is hurting to watch infirmary scene
May we soon come out of this scarry quarantine.
If i was the world,
I would have given the sun
its rays light and
warmth or,
I would have grant you the moon to smile
by darkness
In a Scarry night would have
dressed the sky with stars
The future ,its fantasies could have merge
with dreams seas could have tide love
To the shores of affection
Happiness could have gull and love like a ship could have float in our friendship
CONTAMINATION
Please take a moment to wash your hands,
Clean up that mess all around where you stand.
Honestly, has it not once ever crossed your mind,
If you looked under that sink what you might find?
I sometimes wonder when I go to touch my mouth,
I could contaminate myself and become sick no doubt.
Everything we touch has been touched many times before,
Fighting Germs like these, Well, it's nothing but a war.
Just try and imagine all the things we must breathe,
Scarry as Hell when it's something we can not see.
Is there anywhere that is safe you might ask?
I can not answer that, but for now, I'll wear a mask.
It's all bad and that my Dear Friends is really sad,
When folks don't think of others, it makes me mad.
We become very ill because of so many contaminations,
Just ask your Doctor when you're at your next examination.
Nasty stuff that contamination.
tac
Very Scary Toil and Tarry
Trump at times seems so scarry
Much more also may become very
From reality he is always far
From politics we should bar
While we work, toil and tarry.
Jim Horn
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Self belief, I have always had,
Even if it waxed and waned.
Not liking the cold,
It sometimes disappeared underground,
Only reappearing when the daffodils in full
Bloom announced spring was here.
Year by year as I grew older,
It grew bold and strong,
Taking the lead whenever doubt slowed me down.
While I have secretly welcomed the change in it's demeenor
Lately I have come to the scary realisation
That others have been watching it grow.
And now they have started to believe in me too.
It really has come as a bit of a shock,
To find myself in this unfamiliar place,
With what I say and do,
My good and my bad
Influencing others.
But it is too late to turn back now,
I have looked into the eyes of those who have hitched their star
To mine.
It is time to face this new fear,
So as not to let them down.
But now if you will excuse me I think I
Should go and build a glass house,
So I can have daffodils all year round.
Half empty bottle,
Half empty ashtray,
Cigarette burning,
Thoughts turning,
TV on,
Crowds, panic,
Someone is running,
Someone is crying.
World seems on fire,
Faces in horror,
Bombs going off,
People with guns,
Faith in ruins,
Life under terror,
World seems so small,
Danger so real,
Another day another way,
To live and to die,
Some have more time,
Others ran out.
As we face trials today ;i've seen that God has truly made a better way £Thru the challenges in life I sometimes found my life filled with nothing but strife £Yes today times are still yet very hard and it is the sCarry reality I find myself running away from; but then I quickly stop to trust and believe there will hopefully be better days yet to come £As I turn to the left or right I've chosen to always keep my eyes on the eternal goal ;for it will always be the help from the Lord above that will allow me to fulfill my already pre destined role £
A hirsute young man named Barry
who's beard and mustache were quite scarry
cut off his hair
when presented a dare
from a woman he wanted to marry!
The feelings i have for you are rare
there is nothing that can compare
To the feelings of sorrow
waiting till tomarrow
everyday we wait
I can not debate
How our lives will go
but everyone says theres a glow
In our smiles and our talk
As together we walk
down this scarry path we take
every special moment we make
will always be a special one
for me when our days are done
even though tomarrow comes and goes
my love for still and always flows
till our life come to and end
our love i will defend
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calm...
and that poem was title-less because it was just a spaz attack
POOPIE!
sorry... one more spasm...
ok... you can go away now and not waste any more seconds of your life on this excellent poetry!
I have looked death in the face,
did not like what I saw.
Depart from me I told it
not wanting face realete.
God created you, and
God can destroy you I said to it.
It just stood their looking at me
It was not scarry not way people
made it out to be.
He looked like an angel
Death is over come
death is dead
Death is overcome
By Jesus our Lord.
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