by Jimmi Canada |
Categories:
courage, for teens, heart, literature, magic, me, music, mythology, peace, scary, writing,
Jimmi cannabis sweeps,
toward deepening feet,
doesn't call a river to wash me out of the Sea,
I’m deepening the beat...
Jimmi Cannibis leaks-
lie’s of the beast,
jumps out a door when you can’t feel my heat,
wait in the warrior horde if you’d love to hear me speak,
and adore the geeks,
streaking like tweets-
lessoning like the little,
blessings by an unholy fiddle,
crosses to manage the middle,
oh yes,
danger could be yours too ya widow...
by Jeremy Street |
Categories:
art, love,
Houston, We've Got A Thang....
Bang Bang, Rush It Through The House
Where's My Butt Hole Mouse ? How Mow Brown Cow
Black Cinderella, With Her Tic Track Fella Singing Acappella
Do We Have An Accord Take It To The Board I'll Be Your Lord Horde
Miss Piggy And His Ziggy, Stardust She's A Must With This Bust Bed Time
Red Line Where's My *uckin Mouse Chorus Boris Blue Light Tender Thighs United Lies.
by Joyce Johnson |
Categories:
love, kiss,
A kiss of sunshine, what a happy thought.
Translated it can be in many ways.
Quite obvious the ray that brings the rainbow,
After it has rained for dreary days.
A kind word can be a kiss of sunshine
For someone whom you know is feeling blue.
And if you spread sunshiny kisses freely,
You will soon find them coming back to you.
A kiss that is some sunshine for the soul
Is given from a love with pure intent
Such as a mother gives her sleeping child,
While rocking him in wholesome sweet content.
A kiss of sunshine sent out once a day
Can banish every gathering dark cloud.
So scatter these warm kisses while you may
And horde as many as you are allowed.
by Laura Leiser |
Categories:
conflict,
What ills you elicit with your mordacious tongue
shackled am I, while you trifle with my love.
You horde my affections with a cartridge of conceit
then loiter in self pity as I, wizened, exit with relief.
Written on 3/28/2017
by Abed Anthony |
Categories:
society,
Society is now one
Polished horde,
Formed of two mighty
The two tribes,
The bores and the bored!
Don’t do!
Just even try to do!
You’re mine as am yours!
We are two
In one of ours!
Love forever
Like of doven love!
One dies one not marry!
Don’t bore me my only one!!!
It is where you are as I speculate my ideas
by Swairik Das |
Categories:
depression, loss, lost love, sadlost, lost,
I lost my mien I lost my unity
To the shadow of tartarus
Abided by the doom of iniquity
To the horde of vicious
Ached by the blamed chastity
To the blood of befouled gravitas.
I lost my alias I lost my faith
To the detainment of my goof
Abetted by the aphotic myth
To the trait lacked in proof
Copped by the dummy world so lyth
To the wraiths of swallowed truth.
I lost my anima I lost my chaste
To the roguish sprite
Plied by paroles jest
To the hearsays that parroted bright
Retained by the sight lest
Where I lost my being I lost ardor ignite.
___________x______________
by Tom Zart |
Categories:
adventure, faith, history, life, love, passion, philosophy, world,
Overrun with war and uncontrolled leaders,
Our world becomes more dangerous each day.
dishonest politicians, criminals and the media
Survive by their falsehoods at play.
Bible believers preach, that the end is near
Our world as a whole is beyond reform.
God will eradicate all which is wicked
By his fire of eruption and storm.
To evil’s victory, I will never concede
May its supporters anguish in hell.
By the grace of God and the power of faith
The goodness of man will prevail.
What we accomplish is heaven’s measure
As patriots respond to the threats of man.
Protect and defend what we love till death
As the soldiers of Satan arise from the sand.
by James Long |
Categories:
inspirational
Dead leafs scatter aloft the breezes.
Love is an opportunity.
Time shared is never waisted.
Open minds willing know.
Death follows us all.
Hope cries out loud.
"Share it all!"
"Horde not."
"Love!"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xLdpM01inM
by James Horn |
Categories:
allegory, analogy,
On Tue, Aug 30, 2022, 2:13 PM james horn wrote:
remember my Lord
who i always have adored
body nailed to board
always can afford
to pay for love of the Lord
worship in a horde
following drinking gord
my ship with Lord in is moored
request for him out poured
without any doubt
have heard what Lord is about
we will twist and shout
trouble in each chord
played by devil we deplored
even when we snored
know divinity
is related to trinity
an amenity
we have unity
which is with immunity
in a community
by James Long |
Categories:
10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 9th grade,
"Dead leaves scatter aloft the breezes!"
"Love is pure and wanton and free!"
"Time shared is never wasted!"
"Time is "Open" fleeting!"
"Death follows us all!"
"God sings cries out!"
"Share this hope!"
"Horde not!"
"Love!"
.
"Love!"
"Horde not!"
"Share this hope!"
"God sings cries out!"
"Death follows us all!"
"Time is "Open" fleeting!"
"Time shared is never wasted!"
"Love is pure and wanton and free!"
"Dead leaves scatter aloft the breezes!"
by Leon Enriquez |
Categories:
cat, celebration,
(Dedication: To "All-That-Is" --
"In You we move and breathe
and have our being."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My darling God, my dearest Lord:
Your love is great, your peace is sound.
Make my heart laud, may my soul horde;
Oblige my traits, observe my grounds;
Reach deeper still, rest firmer feel;
Niche in my heart, nest in my soul;
Incline your will, inscribe what heals;
Now let love start, new ways made whole;
Glimpse Spirit clear, grace that sparks cheer.
Poise in the light, praise in the groove;
Surpass fond cheer, surprise right here;
Appoint my night, appease day's moves;
Lord grant me quests, love works the best;
My God I rest, my Lord fling zest!
Leon Enriquez
23 July 2014
Singapore
by Mc Mc |
Categories:
inspirationaldark, dark, power,
"Hold Onto Our Spirit-Gift Helmet"
A spirit-gift helmet is in our mind
placed there by Our Only Lord
never let go nor give-in -
to the Devil's Horde
tis not The Lord we must beware
regarding Salvation way up there
tis the Dark Prince and power of air
No longer fear the One we love
for He does not wish for our despair
tis the Dark Prince and power of air
Glory in Our Union with Our Lord
Copyright Mccuen 2008
by James Long |
Categories:
inspirational
Dead leafs scatter aloft the breezes.
Love is an opportunity.
Time shared is never waisted.
Open minds willing know
death follows us all.
Hope cries out loud.
"Share it all!"
"Horde not."
"Love!"
Author notes
Nonet
The nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second eight and so forth until the last line
closes
with one syllable. The subject can be anything the poet wishes and there is no mandatory rhyme scheme.
by James Horn |
Categories:
religious,
Poetry is medicine that was planted in the minds of us poets by none other than God Himself. Share that medicine and God is satisfied. Horde it for your own personal pleasure and you have created a selfish sin. For me to be a God beyond compare, all of my love you must learn to share and with all of your great ability, write poems on pages so others can see. There may be times of dismay, so you should write a poem each day which will help them up when they may fall and you have to be listening to hear God's call.
by James Long |
Categories:
inspirational
Dead leafs scatter aloft the breezes.
Love is an opportunity.
Time shared is never waisted.
Open minds willing know
death follows us all.
Hope cries out loud.
"Share it all!"
"Horde not."
"Love!"
The nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second eight and so forth until
the last line closes with one syllable. The subject can be anything the poet wishes and there is
no mandatory rhyme scheme.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XEub8DeD7wg&feature=related
by Eric Ashford |
Categories:
poetry,
Teddy Bear regrets left out in the rain for good.
All that collects in a corner of a neglected life.
A father’s tobacco tin where a Swiss Army knife
sharpens itself.
A novelty pen, turn it upside down, the clothes fall off
a lady inside - but no longer.
A chrome implement for opening cans of worms.
Broken struts and beam for building fledgling affairs.
Old love-letters masquerading as moths.
The dragon accumulates;
it’s nest a horde of collateral waste,
but like all those of its kind
it loves the hopelessly lost.