Charise, the sewer, made a marvelous potato bag
What will she use it for the sink asked a dish rag.
I think she’ll put potatoes in it, but this is only a guess.
Maybe she’ll put spoons in it, suggested the watercress.
They held their breath, wondering who would win the bet.
That afternoon, the bag was filled up to her neck and was set.
Potatoes! yelled the dish rag; I was right, I have won!
An argument ensued, which ruined all the fun.
Older witches use buckets along with their broom
It’s the best way for them to safely dive, glide and zoom
They sometimes come in the window and fly around the room
sometimes hitting people in the head with their wayward broom
The Kingdom of God is among us
In Jesus Christ, we can trust
He is pure, so we can endure
Many preach a false gospel.
The truth is a dangerous weapon in
The hands of a person who is not true
For a long time, people have used the
Gospel merely to draw in money
The use of truth in an evil way is a common scenario
In our day and age
People are placed in a cage
They merely listen to leaders without
Studying the Text for themselves
The Cross is the Masterpiece
The Kingdom of God is the Truth and has become
A universal symbol of the sacrifice of God for all humanity!
The Kingdom of God is among us
In Jesus Christ, we can trust
He is pure, so we can endure
Mark Frank
Copyright 2025
Oh, humanity,
Making a welter of things,
Put our brains to better use....
Let's fly like eagles,
To our grail of peace restored,
We don't do perfect, okay.....
Are nasty words used to express emotions to a heighten degree
Am i suppose to understand you any more than you understand me
Vocabulary words isn't hard to learn and to use
I can use words that aren't so nasty and still blow a fuse
Stand up comedy isn't the same due to foul language
When it comes to being professional how do you manage
I know God confused the languages but it cant be that bad
The fact you cant find better words is completely sad
It would upset you if your child imitated that
The bad behavior parents display even the good words they lack
Isn't this world ugly and nasty enough
Do you really need foul language for someone to call your bluff
Your grandma would attempt to wash your mouth out with soap
Such language puts you and the devil in the same boat
Find a better way of trying to express your pain, anger and commotion
So every person would be impressed and understand your emotion.
Ever since I was little you've been trying to fix me.. forcing the puzzle pieces to fit, only to break me more n more.
Building me up, just to tear me down over n over again... I didn't use to be insecure until you repeatedly told me I was over weight at age 13, and still do to this day.
I didn't use to hate myself until you screamed at me every day even over Dad's hospital bed..
I didn't use to use to have depression until you told me multiple times a day how it's my fault the family is broken..
I didn't use to have anxiety until you told me my depression was just in my head...
"Happiness is a choice" was your favorite.
I use to have fun on the monkey bars,
or laying flat on the window ledge in the back of cars.
I use to have fun climbing high in the tree,
well until granny yelled at me.
I use to have fun on the merry-go-round,
and swinging as high as the birds without feet on the ground.
I use to have fun as a child at play,
but, now I have to work each day.
I used to sing, "My country tis of thee..."
Now, a 'Once upon a time' use to be
My allegiance was pledged
But to Trump never fledged
'Not my president,' with those, I agree
Where life was once so simple, no fires fanned
There were no worries for a future planned
Now it's gone to the dogs
Those power hungry hogs
Are in need of the nation's reprimand
Other countries have problems of their own
But I don't chew on them like a dog bone
So why excoriate
Berate and objurgate?
As Americans, WE have the right to groan
We will use you as bait, she said
I stared at my partner, the head detective
Wishing that I had paid attention
The real ones
Won't switch on you
Your tribes will always align
Your people will never
Turn their back or ride against you
They'll always walk through
The dark and storms without changing on you.
Know your originality
You have the ability
To recognize the real ones
Never let the fake ones put apartheid
You have the power
To separate the real ones from the fake ones
You have the right to choose who to ride for and with.
The reals supports you genuinely
While the fake ones
With hidden intentions
Either to know your game plans
Or to extort treasures from you
Don't do for those who are against you
What you supposed to do for those for you
Use your intellect not your emotions.
Wisdom is a gift from God
That anyone has endowed with it
It differs only in application.
Education enhance wisdom
To boost personality development
Develop the countries economy.
Leaders should use wisdom wisely
To profel the country to become first
First in GDP, industry, infrstructure and technology.
The followers use wisdom to create something
That would help self-sustenance, contribute income
To the government, maintain peace and buy things local.
We use wisdom for everyday's work
To apply it is critical for safety
To execute is fruitful to all the result.
Besides love, we use wisdom to choose someone for matrimony
Marriage is a lifelong relationship, so as thinking sanity
Life is full of choices, decision-making and compatibility.
So sorry I’m late, honey … I was busy barring the unforeseen
I walked past the local park today,
As I do most days.
Nobody was there again today,
As he is most days,
When the sun should entice those who have nothing,
planned for the day,
To store memories for rainy days,
Before developers have a field day,
With only nobody visiting local parks these days.
Usage is the only thing that can save the day,
And prevent more developers field days,
Nobody is never seen in parks where there is somebody,
To to take his place for this and every other day,
.
Use them and they will still be there,
long after we have had our day,
For those who plan for a visit to the local park on sunny days.
My heart has been crushed, without a single touch.
What the ones give me power, is now my crutch.
It was given with love, such an honest, strong heart.
Then snatched from my being, and torn all apart.
I gathered the pieces, the best of my ability.
I fear what the once gave love, now only gives hostility.
When I've mended the heart that belongs to Zac,
I'll never Love the same, some was lost in the cracks.
Cowardly did not describe Poindexter well
Better use pusillanimous said his cousin Nell
No one uses words like this, we argued with her
Poindexter was afraid of band-aids, nails, and rabbit fur.
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