hello brother,
irish hearing of translations
in american creole we leave, ears are not left nor right
they perk and grass talls to a tickling memory for running up to the hairs of trigger
trigger is limber and frequiently as december
bestow herselfish visits when attendants of time
dare not his fender
his fender glides in names as thumper
neither care to scamper yet both shall parent springs
To keep his mind off his father's woes
Hunter became a Trumper
Soon his left foot started drumming
~ It 'mis-heard' he was a ‘Thumper’
The story of Bambi and his delightful friends Thumper, the rabbit, and Flower,
the skunk, his mother and father, The Great Prince of the Forest has been
read to kids for years. It is a beautiful story but has a great sadness too.
Bambi lives in the forest with his mother,
and his father The Great Prince of the Forest.
All day Bambi romps and plays with his friends
Thumper the rabbit and Flower the skunk.
But, his father warns him about the hunters,
waiting in the meadow ... we all know the rest !
But, in my version, Bambi's mother is not killed,
the forest is not set on fire, and his mother comes
home to their den safe and kisses Bambi to sleep.
The forest remains green and lush and Bambi,
grows up big and strong and has lots of babies,
while Bambi's mother becomes a proud grandma.
"I have my own scripture and it could be bitter or a heart thumper, but either way that's down towards your own actions from within your own thoughts." -Ds-
I will change the world the Bible thumper says.
He grabs his big book and prays for guidance.
I doubt that, says the scientific thinker.
You are too Biblical.
I shall inform you, the president says.
President of what? Who voted for him?
No one knows, and no one listens.
The child stares, wondering what is happening.
When did the world get so silly?
SERMON ON THE HILL
The Bible - according to Phil -
Is a true account of God's kill
- So many mistakes
Polluting our lakes -
I think we should send God a bill!
Beats are like that,
you know….
they can jazz the soul,
bump the heart, and get
one’s feet ceremoniously
tapping—fingers snapping:
for sure, I am a Thumper,
Banger—Slammer, first
on skins, and now
plastic, but none-the-less
fantastic—tunefully elastic!
With my old Sizzlers good
as ever, for quality bronze
never fades entirely away,
ringing truer with
the seasoning-years.
Youth? I miss it…
but not when playing
in a rowdy, holistic way;
sensing my bounce tripping
on—long after a dashing
left-hand gone.
I make no claim to a bible thumper
But I'm quite spiritual
And I believe in a higher power
It'd be foolish for me to assume
That I persevere through...
Life's trials and tribulations
By myself
I believe in a higher power
Which is God; the reason the devil
Can't reach or touch me
Every time I trip and fall
Unable to stand on my own two feet
God is always there to lift me upright
I seek refuge in him
For he's omnipotent and all-knowing
The creator of my soul
God is infinitely bigger than myself
God is the reason I exist
Because I have faith in him
Everything is possible
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Date written and posted: 01/31/2019
While outside it may be raining,
Inside new priest is entertaining;
To us occurred,
Heard God's word;
Hope forever he will be remaining.
Jim Horn
Priest With Parish Was Intermingling
When priest with parish was intermingling,
Left sensations causing us to be tingling;
While in harbor,
Saw his barber;
Be a clown in circus of Brothers Ringling.
Many things about our priest seem so weird;
Heartbreaker who wore a handsome beard;
Big Bible thumper,
While at Ft. Sumter,
And by many husbands has been feared.
You ought to hear our choir at practice;
Concentrated while sitting on a cactus;
Noise was loud,
And were endowed;
We said they should go on a sabaticus.
Jim Horn
Adherence to Clearance and Disappearance
To many things there must be adherence;
Could be results of another new clearance;
Something buy;
So we will try,
And for it we will have to run interference.
Jim Horn
I keep going over ten again. Oh, well.
God's care upon me please do cast,
Even if flag has been at half mast;
Fulfils my need;
Me does feed,
And know forever will last and last.
For your information he is called Thumper
The trouble with him is he is a big jumper
I think he hopped over the fence
To where the grass was greener
Carrots as well are his favourites
And like Bugs Bunny he can’t help it
If you see him let me know
Because I need to get him back home
So I can make myself a winter jumper
From the fur of my dear Thumper
DAMO
Sheesh
I am not a monster like Bela*
I’m just a romantic fella
But this is no good
I see Hollywood
Has decided to slam Cinderella
Ok, some of you have pointed out my mistake and I acknowledge, I was wrong. It was Snow White and not Cinderella they were slamming. But Snow White doesn't rhyme with fella so... : ) I guess I don't know my fairy tales too well. Regardless it is ridiculous.
I know this Limerick sucks but what the hell is going on in this world?
I read this morning that some Hollywood star (?) has come to the decision
that because Prince Charming kissed Cinderella while she was asleep
(under the witches spell) he did so without her permission so this cartoon
is sending a bad message to young boys. I mean, what’s next?
Bambi, because his little rabbit friend’s name is Thumper and
that rhymes with Hump Her? Sheesh.
* Bela Lugosi who portrayed Dracula in the movies
My Uncle Ben brought us a hen
He named Alice, one afternoon
He said, "She's sitting on some eggs,"
"That will start to hatch very soon "
Alice hatched Tiny and Thumper
They were hens and we were so proud
Then roosters Blackie and Lucky hatched
They turned out to be very loud
Once a dog got into the pen
But ran when we started to yell
Feathers and chicks flew everywhere
The damage at first hard to tell
We found that Thumper lost an eye
When we posed a careful vetting
Uncle Ben called her "bugger eye"
Which to us was highly upsetting!
We learned that hens can lay eggs
But they couldn't learn any tricks
And we learned that roosters crow
And that chickens and dogs don't mix!
Tracks in the snow,
the pristine landscape cold and white
chilled and frosted by winter's bite.
Wind in the trees
blowing back and forth
from the highlands in the north.
Driftings piled high
of snow upon the hill
reveal the burrow of a a rabbit will.
Footprints in the snow
of quiet creature
soft and gentle food seeker
A thumper paw imprint
soon covered by the windy cold
speaks a hidden story of old.
The wind , the cold,
the forest stands
hides it's message of nature across the land.
I had a pet rabbit called Sue
She mated with a kangaroo
The offspring I named Thumper
He’s an excellent jumper
And he lives in a rare breeds zoo
The poem was written before I found the picture which is of a Jeroba which looks like a cross between a kangaroo, rabbit and mouse
06~14~17
Sandy is it over?
We don't get the news here in the woods
No cable in the caves to where we all ran away
When we heard what you'd planed to do
Has the cold harsh wind subsided
Can we all come out from hiding
Sandy we ain't lying
When we say this was all very frighting
Sandy is it over?
Is the world now a happy place
Can I call the furry woodland creatures out
Let them know it's once again safe to frolic and play
Bambi and Thumper are still shaking
The Mantis are still praying
Quite the shock waves you were making
What with the way you were behaving
Sandy is it over?
Will the world tilt back now on it's axis
Will the Earthquakes, Tsunamis, Tornadoes cease and desist
Can our Gluteus Maximus now relax on us
Can't say it wasn't a thrill
We're just thankful that no one was killed
Remember you do this again and we will
Pack our bags and head back to the hills
At times we may be fat, dumb, and lazy
But with all of the above we ain't crazy
Sandy is it over?
My second and final installment to my friends 3 day cleanse...
I think she survived!
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