Short Clayed Poems

To form me, my God’s hands molding into shape;
Forged by fire, by breathing into me;
To form me He co created me, 
With my parents sexual relationship deemed copulate;
To form shaped soul encased, in physical clayed flesh, blood whole;
Forged by fire- flesh, spirit mind and soul;

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Ostentatious pirate was known as Jade.
On Seven Seas her reputation made.
Feet of her crew were flimsy and clayed.
Order of day was a fresh escapade.

Men were smitten. Plans were swiftly laid.
Noble men arrived with dog and maid.
Women overboard in Everglade.
Enthused their excitement took months to fade.

Jade’s leadership skills were truly well-played.
Rule violators were quartered and flayed.
Rewards were given to those who stayed.
 Ruthless but giving was our Captain Jade....

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