What would Santa Claus say,
I wonder,
about Jesus returning
to kill and plunder?
For he’ll likely return
on Christmas Day
to blow the bad
little boys away!
When He flashes like lightning
across the skies
and many a homosexual
dies,
when the harlots and heretics
are ripped asunder,
what will the Easter Bunny think,
I wonder?
('What Would Santa Claus Say?' by Michael R. Burch)
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10. Poetry is ink blotted, soul driven splashes that cry to be read, beg to be understood and unabashedly sings to give to its readers.
Robert J. Lindley
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icicles dancing from my eye lashes
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Once, I had a disturbing epiphany of how fast life flashes before our eyes. It won't be long until we're dead. And, it won't be much longer than that, that we're forgotten.
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''When someone from time to time bitterly lashes out on you,says demeaning words or throws paranoia statements at you,take your time to scrutinize the real reasons for the vendetta.You will realise that more often than not,past the facade,are wounds of rejection,a cry for help, a longing for peace''
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Cherish the flashes of this short life, Count hundred ways to smile. If shapeless clouds cover your sun, Let your eyes travel farther beyond, to an infinite celestial sky .
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