Son Scottie makes the best tacos ever
Drooling is a good word to describe my eating habits
Really sloppy to eat
This mouth-watering treat
Clothes are washable, I munch like a hungry rabbit
Categories:
washable, food,
Form: Limerick
Within eternal soul
I am mud container,
muddy and soggy,
contain some clay, water, sand, dust.
Sunny ray dries me
I am fire,
flame of sight,
see everything the outer vision;
world of fusion,
I contain
mortal being- washable thing
in my immorality!
Categories:
washable, i am,
Form: Free verse
Ad for donkey rides in Thailand, “Ride your own ass”
Wondered what that would be like, sounds like a gas
Guess it's quite possible
But jeans need to be washable
Now I ask you whatcha think, I'm gonna take a pass
Categories:
washable, fun,
Form: Limerick
Things of value and much importance
Can tend to separate friends in accordance
The family, the life and are one's happiness
The thought of wrangles with unexpected origins
And throwing minds so blown away as by storm
Finding peace in what is to perform
False wisdom from envy and selfish ambition
Wishing to have what your friend has which is bringing collision
This thinking otherwise, taming totally your lies
About which is impossible, made this being possible in truth so washable
What a quarrel of friends, to tell the truth that offends
Friendship is turning dark and perversely so black
And you cannot see them in front only at your back
Turning this friendlier, thought of whose are interior
Should we be this quarrelsome in an audience full of applause?
Categories:
washable, conflict, confusion,
Form: Lyric
Things of value and much importance
Can tend to separate friends in accordance
The family, the life and are one's happiness
The thought of wrangles with unexpected origins
And throwing minds so blown away as by storm
Finding peace in what is to perform
False wisdom from envy and selfish ambition
Wishing to have what your friend has which is bringing collision
This thinking otherwise, taming totally your lies
About which is impossible, made this being possible in truth so washable
What a quarrel of friends, to tell the truth that offends
Friendship is turning dark and perversely so black
And you cannot see them in front only at your back
Turning this friendlier, thought of whose are interior
Should we be this quarrelsome in an audience full of applause?
Categories:
washable, conflict, friendship, people, poems,
Form: Lyric
In the darkest hour of dawn,
He will never leave you alone.
Your anchor is in His word,
pray, and you will be heard.
No problem is to impossible,
your sins are washable.
Only your heart has the golden key,
unlocking those troubles, and setting them free.
Many a wise man has wrote,
but in His book, will you find hope.
Truth is a virtue that money can't buy,
God will remember all those lies.
Trash or treasures, it's all up to you,
you are responsible for all you do.
Written, and recorded in His Book Of Life,
good, and evil, wrong, and right.
Seek forgiveness, before it's too late,
Hell will be waiting for those that procrastinate.
Categories:
washable, faith, hope, life, love,
Form: Narrative