Welches Poems | Examples


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Ahhh, If God Were Here Right Now

if God were here right now,
i would offer him a slice of three layer lasagna
i wonder if He would ask for welches grape or purple wine
it would be a First Sunday
it would be the best venting dinner ever
i wonder if God would like garlic bread or texas toast
perhaps i should make a taco salad or one of them cobb salads
for dessert, i wonder if God is lactose intolerant
hmm, i think i will make Him some sugar cookies
i guess that would be safe
nevertheless, at least i know that God will be Good, Nonjudgmental Company
Going With The Flow With God Ain't Soundin' Bad At All Right Now
OOOPS!!!!  EGAD!!!!! (CENSORED [forgive me, Father God])!!!!! there goes the dad blasted alarm
the nights go by so fast when you have to work the next day
reality makes my stomach get that pre-work full feeling that i oftentimes get
ESPECIALLY ON MONDAYS.....LIKE TODAY!!!!!
ALEXA, PLAY BOOMTOWN RATS, AND YOU KNOW WHICH ONE!!!!!

Ganz Ohne Titel

Es lief ein Regentropfen 
über deine Wangen.
Ich wünschte sehr, 
ich hätte ihn gefangen.
Kam er durch Schmerzen hervor
oder doch durch 
einen gebrochenen Schwur?
Ist es ein Licht, 
das sich in Flammen setzte?
Ist es dein Selbst, 
das dir entfuhr?
Oder ist es doch ein Zeichen, 
welches uns von Himmeln zeugt?

A Pencil's Point of View

We are a jelly jar full of pencils new in town.
From Europe we came heads up, points down.
No fancy names, we shared the same woodshed
and thanked Welches jelly for this practical bed. 

Lead was a number four and fatter than all.
Trim number twos, we all awaiting the call. 
Writing and erasing, sometimes we paid
For frivolous writing the humans had made.

The sharpest point in the jar was funny ole Lead.
His weftage was smooth but his family all now dead.
Lead became smaller and smaller and in time
was nothing but a stub, when #2s were in their prime

It's unfair to be held back once you know our point of view
to trash cans we go for no reason with no expectation to sue. 
Till one day we snap and die from being tossed
A point without a pencil, life is colder than frost


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