There once was a lady name Hanna
Got caught in a flood in Montana
She floated away
Her sister they say
Accompanied her one the piana
Poets and pigs
Poets and pigs
What is the difference think
Poets all have pen and ink
Pigs have pen and oink
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There once was a lady name Hanna
Got caught in a flood in Montana
She floated away
Her sister they say
Accompanied her one the piana
Poets and pigs
Poets and pigs
What is the difference think
Poets all have pen and ink
Pigs have pen and oink
Br. Elder told newlywed Coralee
About how to conduct herself morally:
"You can have sex all day
The vaginal way
But anally's out, and so's orally."
And, as the cock crew, those who stood before
The tavern shouted--"Open then the door!
"You know how little while we have to stay,
"And, once departed, may return no more."
New Love Poem - Naeblis
I love you.
No you don't
Yes I do.
Do you?
No.
the scalpel shines in god's sunshine
street lights whisper pain
down here near the poison stream our god has gone insane
Nothing Gold can Stay...
by Robert Frost
NAtures first green is gold
her hardest hue to hold,
Her early leaf's a Flower,
But only so an hour,
then Leaf subsides to leaf
So Eden fell to greif
SO dawn goes down to day
Nothing Gold Can Stay...
Lydia,
Thank you for that Robert Frost poem. He is my favorite poet. On my book shelf where I keep my special books near where I am sitting, is the complete works of Robert Frost.
Circuit & District Overseers
Always getting the leers and jeers..
Sleeping on your hideaway couch
Admonishing like a grouch
Making your congo crouch
Be of good cheer
For you left them this year
For the Overbeer
Who is indeed no WT slouch....
Sincerely,
District Overbeer
I SEE the tall church steeples,
They reach so far, so far,
But the eyes of my heart see the world's great mart,
Where the starving people are.
I hear the church bells ringing
Their chimes on the morning air;
But my soul's sad ear is hurt to hear
The poor man's cry of despair.
Thicker and thicker the churches,
Nearer and nearer the sky--
But alack for their creeds while the poor man's needs
Grow deeper as years roll by.
by- Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Only for a moment
Do we sip the wine of peace
And soft thoughts for a time
Quickly will give way
To the worries of the day
And praying that tomorrow
Shows us grace
-Travis Weaver
Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream.
Like
A pair
Of mismatched newlyweds,
One of whom still feels very insecure,
I keep turning to God
Saying
"Kiss
Me"
Hafiz--a 14th century Sufi poet