An acquaintance of mine on face book posted this poem from her sister , thought I'd share it.
Poem
- Thread starter Gil T.Azell
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There once was a girl named Lorraine
And people thought she had no brain
They teased her real bad
And she just got mad
She killed all her neighbors in Maine.
Thank you.
And people thought she had no brain
They teased her real bad
And she just got mad
She killed all her neighbors in Maine.
Thank you.
G_D ( ɡɒd ), the poem. Chapter 1
g_d asked the Israelites to pray for no Kings;
nor to any Monarchs, come to think of it.
Yet they named him Basileus Basileon.
Before that he gave them Judges --
and said, "you may petition me,
as if i were judge. But arrange
your own juries."
>_> O h !
and execute nothing! 0_o
please?
This was after Moses the Mute died alone,
and the government his father-in-law
had suggested, indeed persisted.
But really, g_d wanted to stay a mute,
like the man he had sent.
And like Moses, he really needed help.
So they yelled, "Is YHWH hungry?"
'cause Moses, oddly enough,
,. ..__s p ill e d__.. .,
the holy tetragrammaton.
Like an idiot, hahakhgh. Cough!
The one time this guy could talk,
right? And all he did was yell
"YaHoo! WooHoo! Oh God!"
The rest of the time he just...
left? Or something.
Anyway.
They started burning things,
and singing, "We hope YHWH likes
pork as much as we do!"
Because everyone knows,
when Cain burned herbs,
it smelled kinda funny.
Hilarious really.
And no one likes to hear
a mute g_d laughing.
Makes him sound
like a belligerent child.
g_d asked the Israelites to pray for no Kings;
nor to any Monarchs, come to think of it.
Yet they named him Basileus Basileon.
Before that he gave them Judges --
and said, "you may petition me,
as if i were judge. But arrange
your own juries."
>_> O h !
and execute nothing! 0_o
please?
This was after Moses the Mute died alone,
and the government his father-in-law
had suggested, indeed persisted.
But really, g_d wanted to stay a mute,
like the man he had sent.
And like Moses, he really needed help.
So they yelled, "Is YHWH hungry?"
'cause Moses, oddly enough,
,. ..__s p ill e d__.. .,
the holy tetragrammaton.
Like an idiot, hahakhgh. Cough!
The one time this guy could talk,
right? And all he did was yell
"YaHoo! WooHoo! Oh God!"
The rest of the time he just...
left? Or something.
Anyway.
They started burning things,
and singing, "We hope YHWH likes
pork as much as we do!"
Because everyone knows,
when Cain burned herbs,
it smelled kinda funny.
Hilarious really.
And no one likes to hear
a mute g_d laughing.
Makes him sound
like a belligerent child.
That was FANTASTIC. Did you write that?
A blast from the past ... 
Something I wrote years ago out of boredom. Some things have changed over the years, and some haven't.
A Weekday in the Life
I hate getting up
Early in the morning,
Especially on weekdays
When I have to go to work.
I hate dragging my ass
Out of bed;
I hate being yanked away
From a peaceful and deep slumber.
Oh, the agony of hearing
My cell phone's alarm clock!
And leaving the comfort and warmth
Of my bed, in my sanctuary--my bedroom.
Oh, how I detest it
When my eyes prematurely open;
My half-awake, half-asleep mind wonders,
"What time is it? What time is it?"
I eat my breakfast,
Usually microwable sausage and pancakes.
Then I go to the bathroom
And take a shower afterwards.
I get dressed for work,
With my suit, coat, and tie.
Then I march out the door
And into my red four-door sedan.
I drive to work;
A multitude of vehicles
Crawl horrendously slowly
To their destination.
Once in the office,
Challenges of the day--I face.
Good friends and the biweekly paycheck
Make it all worthwhile.
Late in the afternoon
The journey home begins.
I find myself stuck in traffic,
The mass exodus of cars.
Tired, but relieved,
I'm glad the workday is over.
To the gym I must go next
And work out for an hour or so.
To my family I come home,
Surrounded by loved ones.
Dinner is served;
Favorite telenovela is on.
A hot cup of green tea
Helps me relax and unwind,
As I idly chat with my family,
Reflecting on the day's events.
Late at night
To my sanctuary I must retire,
Far from stress, chaos,
And the worries of the world.
As my eyelids grow heavy
And my senses grow tired,
I succumb to deep slumber--
Lying in comfort and warmth.
Oh, how I long for weekends,
Holidays, vacations, and off-days.
'Tis then that I truly begin
To enjoy life to the fullest.
Something I wrote years ago out of boredom. Some things have changed over the years, and some haven't.A Weekday in the Life
I hate getting up
Early in the morning,
Especially on weekdays
When I have to go to work.
I hate dragging my ass
Out of bed;
I hate being yanked away
From a peaceful and deep slumber.
Oh, the agony of hearing
My cell phone's alarm clock!
And leaving the comfort and warmth
Of my bed, in my sanctuary--my bedroom.
Oh, how I detest it
When my eyes prematurely open;
My half-awake, half-asleep mind wonders,
"What time is it? What time is it?"
I eat my breakfast,
Usually microwable sausage and pancakes.
Then I go to the bathroom
And take a shower afterwards.
I get dressed for work,
With my suit, coat, and tie.
Then I march out the door
And into my red four-door sedan.
I drive to work;
A multitude of vehicles
Crawl horrendously slowly
To their destination.
Once in the office,
Challenges of the day--I face.
Good friends and the biweekly paycheck
Make it all worthwhile.
Late in the afternoon
The journey home begins.
I find myself stuck in traffic,
The mass exodus of cars.
Tired, but relieved,
I'm glad the workday is over.
To the gym I must go next
And work out for an hour or so.
To my family I come home,
Surrounded by loved ones.
Dinner is served;
Favorite telenovela is on.
A hot cup of green tea
Helps me relax and unwind,
As I idly chat with my family,
Reflecting on the day's events.
Late at night
To my sanctuary I must retire,
Far from stress, chaos,
And the worries of the world.
As my eyelids grow heavy
And my senses grow tired,
I succumb to deep slumber--
Lying in comfort and warmth.
Oh, how I long for weekends,
Holidays, vacations, and off-days.
'Tis then that I truly begin
To enjoy life to the fullest.
Ix-nay
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I have a coworker named Rick
Who always eats lunch with chopsticks
His cube smells of dead fish
"What the f*ck is that dish?"
His scrawny ass I'm gonna kick!
Who always eats lunch with chopsticks
His cube smells of dead fish
"What the f*ck is that dish?"
His scrawny ass I'm gonna kick!
today
irritating shit happened to me
and I posted my wrath
on the internet
in the skyweb
pulsing with fibreoptic fires
they burned, they all burned
I walked over their charred remains
panting, victorious, winner
irritating shit happened to me
and I posted my wrath
on the internet
in the skyweb
pulsing with fibreoptic fires
they burned, they all burned
I walked over their charred remains
panting, victorious, winner
when a friend
fumes
it can be nice
to offer
an ear or an eye
to help
or
just to see
but, some times
it is just as good
to
not offer
lest the webfires
leave me
charred
remains
I wrote this last year: The Garden
As children of Spring we run laughing through the Garden
Holding hands, discovering new wonders, seeing a new world before our eyes
The Garden is green-fresh, filled fully with a lusty fullness that is only seen once
We are new and so is the Garden
It is ours to do with what we want
Spring turns to summer and the Garden flourishes
We are no longer children, but young adults
Our hands no longer touch, but now touch each other
My arms wrap around your body, holding you tight
The Summer Sun peeks down through the trees
And smiles its warmth down upon us
The Garden grows closer, embracing us, making us one.
The change in the air comes suddenly
It is felt instantly and it doesn't feel right
Something is happening to the Garden and to us
Your eyes began to turn from me as the Sun turns her eyes from us
Instead of treading on green fields our paths are marked by fallen leaves
We no longer are one and only manage the barest touch of finger tips
The Garden is slowly fading away.
I now stand alone, wrapped in cold
The Garden is no more and I am all that remains of what was us
Dark gray-wet clouds move silently above, obscuring the Sun
Broken branches grab at my feet as I shuffle among the ruins
You are long gone and took the Garden with you, exiling me to this desolation
I miss the Garden, your love.
As children of Spring we run laughing through the Garden
Holding hands, discovering new wonders, seeing a new world before our eyes
The Garden is green-fresh, filled fully with a lusty fullness that is only seen once
We are new and so is the Garden
It is ours to do with what we want
Spring turns to summer and the Garden flourishes
We are no longer children, but young adults
Our hands no longer touch, but now touch each other
My arms wrap around your body, holding you tight
The Summer Sun peeks down through the trees
And smiles its warmth down upon us
The Garden grows closer, embracing us, making us one.
The change in the air comes suddenly
It is felt instantly and it doesn't feel right
Something is happening to the Garden and to us
Your eyes began to turn from me as the Sun turns her eyes from us
Instead of treading on green fields our paths are marked by fallen leaves
We no longer are one and only manage the barest touch of finger tips
The Garden is slowly fading away.
I now stand alone, wrapped in cold
The Garden is no more and I am all that remains of what was us
Dark gray-wet clouds move silently above, obscuring the Sun
Broken branches grab at my feet as I shuffle among the ruins
You are long gone and took the Garden with you, exiling me to this desolation
I miss the Garden, your love.
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