melrosejoe - Hello Poetry

We are all born innocent Happy Boys and Girls But then one day Our innocence is ripped away We all learn how horrible life can be We then fall to our knees Begging our God Don’t take the one I love Don’t let them die I can’t say goodbye But if you must Let me join them today in Heavenly above We ask, “How could a Loving Creator be a Divine Traitor!” Love lost can be a parent Mom or Dad Son or Daughter Brother or Sister The loss felt can drive one mad We ask The Holy Divinity “Make sense of this loss?” Only silence no explanation For this horrible emotional cost Then one day we come to realize The joyous gift of life Is paid for by all of us By experiencing Death’s Strife God’s Gift of Love in this life and the next Comes at a price Which we all have to pay To pass God’s Love Test

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Jul 21, 2018

Jul 21, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC

melrosejoe

God's Love Test

We are all born innocent Happy Boys and Girls But then one day Our innocence is ripped away We all learn how horrible life can be We then fall to our knees Begging our God Don’t take the one I love Don’t let them die I can’t say goodbye But if you must Let me join them today in Heavenly above We ask, “How could a Loving Creator be a Divine Traitor!” Love lost can be a parent Mom or Dad Son or Daughter Brother or Sister The loss felt can drive one mad We ask The Holy Divinity “Make sense of this loss?” Only silence no explanation For this horrible emotional cost Then one day we come to realize The joyous gift of life Is paid for by all of us By experiencing Death’s Strife God’s Gift of Love in this life and the next Comes at a price Which we all have to pay To pass God’s Love Test

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I sat down on a old wooden bench In the park one scorching, sizzling summer day It was hot It was humid I decided to write anyway Angry thoughts in my mind Feelings of frustration I needed to unwind As I worked on a scene from my imaginary play The intensity of my thoughts drifted away I looked up from my yellow notebook A pair of Ducks approached me I had to take a second look What an odd pair of Mallards Bobbing green beaks flapping gray wings Quacking in unison Sounded like they were trying to sing This fowl twosome were quite entertaining I no longer felt the need for complaining So if you feel your life is in flux Spend an afternoon with the Ducks

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Jul 21, 2018

Jul 21, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC

melrosejoe

Afternoon with The Ducks

I sat down on a old wooden bench In the park one scorching, sizzling summer day It was hot It was humid I decided to write anyway Angry thoughts in my mind Feelings of frustration I needed to unwind As I worked on a scene from my imaginary play The intensity of my thoughts drifted away I looked up from my yellow notebook A pair of Ducks approached me I had to take a second look What an odd pair of Mallards Bobbing green beaks flapping gray wings Quacking in unison Sounded like they were trying to sing This fowl twosome were quite entertaining I no longer felt the need for complaining So if you feel your life is in flux Spend an afternoon with the Ducks

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I live in a drywall box Sitting alone staring at my clocks With landscape art hanging all around me It’s no wonder inspiration has finally found me One day my mind forced my hand to start writing About my parents in Heaven still fighting Knowing their bodies lie beneath the ground But believing that is not where there to be found One night I dreamt of a beautiful house It was on a sunny hill where I saw cat’s playing cards with a mouse There was a young woman sitting on a porch rail She turned to me and asked why I looked so pale She told me she did not die She told me I no longer have to cry Then all of a sudden I awoke Asking myself... “Was Mom's death some kind of horrible Joke” The Wake…The Funeral… The Burial Mass…The Grave Mom's dream message proved to me She had risen from her Coffin in the Cave Sometimes I wonder if Mom and Dad are really dead Or are they living in my head Can our parents be more alive than we think Could they be some kind of Supernatural Link Some say this life is a trial With certain emotions recorded in our Spiritual File We all experience wonder, joy, sorrow and pain Some days… it’s a challenge just to stay sane I pray our parents watch over us from a far I swear sometimes… Their sitting in my car Maybe when we experience life’s emotions Our Parents are there recording the commotion I bet Mom sews all day She probably still has no time to play I bet Dad writes all day Will my sons ever find their way Someday I will tell everyone That Heaven maybe closer than the Sun And even though our parents may not be here When we take our last breath there is nothing to fear Because what seems like a very dark day Is really a small price to pay So the next time you hear a familiar voice in your head It could be your parents telling you they are not really dead And I thank… GOD… I no longer have to write Because my parents have finally found Peace in the Light And some day when it’s my turn to go home I will show my parents this poem

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Jul 21, 2018

Jul 21, 2018 at 11:07 PM UTC

melrosejoe

LIVING IN A BOX

I live in a drywall box Sitting alone staring at my clocks With landscape art hanging all around me It’s no wonder inspiration has finally found me One day my mind forced my hand to start writing About my parents in Heaven still fighting Knowing their bodies lie beneath the ground But believing that is not where there to be found One night I dreamt of a beautiful house It was on a sunny hill where I saw cat’s playing cards with a mouse There was a young woman sitting on a porch rail She turned to me and asked why I looked so pale She told me she did not die She told me I no longer have to cry Then all of a sudden I awoke Asking myself... “Was Mom's death some kind of horrible Joke” The Wake…The Funeral… The Burial Mass…The Grave Mom's dream message proved to me She had risen from her Coffin in the Cave Sometimes I wonder if Mom and Dad are really dead Or are they living in my head Can our parents be more alive than we think Could they be some kind of Supernatural Link Some say this life is a trial With certain emotions recorded in our Spiritual File We all experience wonder, joy, sorrow and pain Some days… it’s a challenge just to stay sane I pray our parents watch over us from a far I swear sometimes… Their sitting in my car Maybe when we experience life’s emotions Our Parents are there recording the commotion I bet Mom sews all day She probably still has no time to play I bet Dad writes all day Will my sons ever find their way Someday I will tell everyone That Heaven maybe closer than the Sun And even though our parents may not be here When we take our last breath there is nothing to fear Because what seems like a very dark day Is really a small price to pay So the next time you hear a familiar voice in your head It could be your parents telling you they are not really dead And I thank… GOD… I no longer have to write Because my parents have finally found Peace in the Light And some day when it’s my turn to go home I will show my parents this poem

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Woke up this morning Grey rainy day Turned on the TV watched Talking Heads They didn't have much to say I got all kind of ***** But no one wants to play I think I will try writing a poem About people who are all alone About souls far from home How we all came to this place Which we soon learn is not very safe Wondering what came before Dreading the day We walk through Death's Door I think I will take another sip Boy...Vanilla ***** is a trip Makes love to my lip So this is how life goes For a Poet knows Loneliness inspires prose

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Jul 21, 2018

Jul 21, 2018 at 11:04 PM UTC

melrosejoe

RAINY DAY

Woke up this morning Grey rainy day Turned on the TV watched Talking Heads They didn't have much to say I got all kind of ***** But no one wants to play I think I will try writing a poem About people who are all alone About souls far from home How we all came to this place Which we soon learn is not very safe Wondering what came before Dreading the day We walk through Death's Door I think I will take another sip Boy...Vanilla ***** is a trip Makes love to my lip So this is how life goes For a Poet knows Loneliness inspires prose

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Once I stood witness In a place before time I passed through a Golden Door Into a room that was sublime There was GOD And his only Begotten Son Two Angels Lucifer and Michael Their battle had just begun I saw a passionate fight Lasting all through the night A fierce struggle of wits and will Lucifer fled to avoid Michael's **** The Warrior Angel told Lucifer He will never take Jesus's place For your sin of Envy You will spend Eternity in disgrace Into The Lake of Fire The bones of Fallen Angels Fuel this evil bonfire To this day The Dark Angel lives in his Den of Decay Planning for his return to wage The Final War On Judgement Day

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Jul 21, 2018

Jul 21, 2018 at 11:02 PM UTC

melrosejoe

THE FIRST POET

Once I stood witness In a place before time I passed through a Golden Door Into a room that was sublime There was GOD And his only Begotten Son Two Angels Lucifer and Michael Their battle had just begun I saw a passionate fight Lasting all through the night A fierce struggle of wits and will Lucifer fled to avoid Michael's **** The Warrior Angel told Lucifer He will never take Jesus's place For your sin of Envy You will spend Eternity in disgrace Into The Lake of Fire The bones of Fallen Angels Fuel this evil bonfire To this day The Dark Angel lives in his Den of Decay Planning for his return to wage The Final War On Judgement Day

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Hot boring day Don’t got much to say How can I get High? I need my Soul, Mind, Body to Fly I tried ***** and Jack Boy the Buzz is Wack I wrote some real cool things But destroying my liver would sting I should try to take drugs Where can I learn how to take pills? I need to get my mind to chill With my luck I would probably OD If I do bury me beneath The Manchineel Tree Maybe I should go to the Internet and hire a ***** I hear these girls Love Money from Male Bores Gee I hope they don’t have too many sores Writing poems is nice But I yearn for a safe vice I use to listen to music Beatles, Stones, Billy Idol Today I need a sound that is Vital Rap is Great There is no debate But I need a Lady to take me to another level My ears, eyes and mind she must bedevil To soar I must feel the Beat I have to feel the Heat She has to be a Visual Treat Her soul I would eat I don’t care what color she is But I must be able to taste her Audio **** So I go to my search engine and type in trance All the Ladies are Super Hot But will I find Aural Romance I can’t decide between Milk and Dark Chocolate Wow Black Latex Skin Tight Suit Her stance, her dance, her prance, her trance I found the Trance Queen Nadia Ali is her name Her sound and beat have brought me to life She will become my Video Wife Her performance can bring and man or woman to their knees You can see on her face She has style and grace She loves to entertain And take away the boredom pain What an Angel sent to Earth To spread Trance’s Birth Thank you Miss Ali You got me Audio High I bet even the Devil if he heard you would cry Please if you read this poem check her out You owe it to yourself to find what Trance is all about

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Jul 21, 2018

Jul 21, 2018 at 10:56 PM UTC

melrosejoe

NADIA ALI

Hot boring day Don’t got much to say How can I get High? I need my Soul, Mind, Body to Fly I tried ***** and Jack Boy the Buzz is Wack I wrote some real cool things But destroying my liver would sting I should try to take drugs Where can I learn how to take pills? I need to get my mind to chill With my luck I would probably OD If I do bury me beneath The Manchineel Tree Maybe I should go to the Internet and hire a ***** I hear these girls Love Money from Male Bores Gee I hope they don’t have too many sores Writing poems is nice But I yearn for a safe vice I use to listen to music Beatles, Stones, Billy Idol Today I need a sound that is Vital Rap is Great There is no debate But I need a Lady to take me to another level My ears, eyes and mind she must bedevil To soar I must feel the Beat I have to feel the Heat She has to be a Visual Treat Her soul I would eat I don’t care what color she is But I must be able to taste her Audio **** So I go to my search engine and type in trance All the Ladies are Super Hot But will I find Aural Romance I can’t decide between Milk and Dark Chocolate Wow Black Latex Skin Tight Suit Her stance, her dance, her prance, her trance I found the Trance Queen Nadia Ali is her name Her sound and beat have brought me to life She will become my Video Wife Her performance can bring and man or woman to their knees You can see on her face She has style and grace She loves to entertain And take away the boredom pain What an Angel sent to Earth To spread Trance’s Birth Thank you Miss Ali You got me Audio High I bet even the Devil if he heard you would cry Please if you read this poem check her out You owe it to yourself to find what Trance is all about

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Biggie and Tupac Heavens Dance Angels Prance Rap’s Eternal Lyrical Romance I awoke one morning with little warning God’s Rapticans took me for a ride To the other side where are loved ones hide California Love I climbed on Deep into the Light...What a Sight Beyond the video to Heavens Studio We headed to a place above the Sun Follow the beat move your feet feel the heat My soul My mind My unwind We stopped and came to a place Where Angel’s climbed Heavenly Vine At the top there was a door had to see more Inside Biggie and Tupac What a shock Teaching all future Rappers yet to come All colors and creeds planting Peace Seeds Finally an End to terror will come beat the Drum Boys and Girls yet to be born End to hate there will be no debate Big and Tupac will see to that Future plan for Man Learning to write about ideas Share knowledgeable have compassion Heavens true fashion No more Mideast No more Midwest no more whose the best Someday all the realities will unite The Dead, The Living, The yet to be born sound the Horn Finally and end to Global Fight Through Rap’s Musical Delight God’s Audio Lift Musical Gift A new beginning The Creators Plan For the Family of Man

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Jul 21, 2018

Jul 21, 2018 at 8:37 PM UTC

melrosejoe

RAP ANGELS

Biggie and Tupac Heavens Dance Angels Prance Rap’s Eternal Lyrical Romance I awoke one morning with little warning God’s Rapticans took me for a ride To the other side where are loved ones hide California Love I climbed on Deep into the Light...What a Sight Beyond the video to Heavens Studio We headed to a place above the Sun Follow the beat move your feet feel the heat My soul My mind My unwind We stopped and came to a place Where Angel’s climbed Heavenly Vine At the top there was a door had to see more Inside Biggie and Tupac What a shock Teaching all future Rappers yet to come All colors and creeds planting Peace Seeds Finally an End to terror will come beat the Drum Boys and Girls yet to be born End to hate there will be no debate Big and Tupac will see to that Future plan for Man Learning to write about ideas Share knowledgeable have compassion Heavens true fashion No more Mideast No more Midwest no more whose the best Someday all the realities will unite The Dead, The Living, The yet to be born sound the Horn Finally and end to Global Fight Through Rap’s Musical Delight God’s Audio Lift Musical Gift A new beginning The Creators Plan For the Family of Man

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I want to thank Mel, Charlie, Michael and Nick For their Eternal Bad Boy Persona And by continuing to **** Hollywood’s **** Now it is true our Hollywood Heroes are ageing rapidly Before our eyes Makes a true fan cry But this quartet’s private and public behavior Fueled by solipsist *** ***** and drugs Have propelled them to the top of the Hollywood game We are so grateful their vices and need for constant reward and pleasure Haven’t driven them completely insane They have all slowed down a bit But through their hard work They have all achieved the honor of being crowned The Top Hollywood Celebrity Twit I want to be clear I write this with the utmost respect I am just another Frustrated and Jealous poetic insect Observing from afar From inside my jar All the Hell-Raising Activity Rants and Chants Have far eclipsed their Great Cinematic Art The Devil is proud of his Disciple’s One day he prays to collect their souls When they finally fall And we see their name on the Entertainment Tonight Obit Crawl If it wasn’t for these brave men achieving their PHD in Abuse Physical, Emotional, Psychological, Romantic, Financial and Verbal Their Lives and Art would be quite obtuse These unbalanced Alpha Males Have delighted us for years We all Love to read and see their Lives, Mind and Souls torn apart Please Guys more tears So the next time you see a Celebrity Being exposed as a Fool Think about what these creative angels Are willing to go through To entertain us all The Adoring Fans All Floating in Hollywood’s Cesspool

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Jul 21, 2018

Jul 21, 2018 at 8:33 PM UTC

melrosejoe

HOLLYWOOD CESSPOOL

I want to thank Mel, Charlie, Michael and Nick For their Eternal Bad Boy Persona And by continuing to **** Hollywood’s **** Now it is true our Hollywood Heroes are ageing rapidly Before our eyes Makes a true fan cry But this quartet’s private and public behavior Fueled by solipsist *** ***** and drugs Have propelled them to the top of the Hollywood game We are so grateful their vices and need for constant reward and pleasure Haven’t driven them completely insane They have all slowed down a bit But through their hard work They have all achieved the honor of being crowned The Top Hollywood Celebrity Twit I want to be clear I write this with the utmost respect I am just another Frustrated and Jealous poetic insect Observing from afar From inside my jar All the Hell-Raising Activity Rants and Chants Have far eclipsed their Great Cinematic Art The Devil is proud of his Disciple’s One day he prays to collect their souls When they finally fall And we see their name on the Entertainment Tonight Obit Crawl If it wasn’t for these brave men achieving their PHD in Abuse Physical, Emotional, Psychological, Romantic, Financial and Verbal Their Lives and Art would be quite obtuse These unbalanced Alpha Males Have delighted us for years We all Love to read and see their Lives, Mind and Souls torn apart Please Guys more tears So the next time you see a Celebrity Being exposed as a Fool Think about what these creative angels Are willing to go through To entertain us all The Adoring Fans All Floating in Hollywood’s Cesspool

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What happens to a Poet Who has nothing left to say I sit and watch The World Slowly Decay Overpopulation Global Warming Robots replacing Man Was this God’s Plan I see Movie and Rock Stars dying everyday I am sad but don’t know what to say I can’t stop wondering when it will be my turn To sleep with the worms I did the best I could by avoiding life To afraid to find a wife Sometimes I feel like a castrated male lapin Just another lost **** Sapien I try to write poems that make sense to me But deep down I know My words are only read by my Apartment Fleas I wanted to write something important I wanted to move my fellow man I wanted to answer the Big Questions But now I finally realize I don’t know anything more Than the day I was born Just another Male Bore Searching for The Answer Store So I thank God everyday He keeps the Coroner at bay Just another ageing Poet With not much to say

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Jul 21, 2018

Jul 21, 2018 at 8:28 PM UTC

melrosejoe

Apartment Fleas

What happens to a Poet Who has nothing left to say I sit and watch The World Slowly Decay Overpopulation Global Warming Robots replacing Man Was this God’s Plan I see Movie and Rock Stars dying everyday I am sad but don’t know what to say I can’t stop wondering when it will be my turn To sleep with the worms I did the best I could by avoiding life To afraid to find a wife Sometimes I feel like a castrated male lapin Just another lost **** Sapien I try to write poems that make sense to me But deep down I know My words are only read by my Apartment Fleas I wanted to write something important I wanted to move my fellow man I wanted to answer the Big Questions But now I finally realize I don’t know anything more Than the day I was born Just another Male Bore Searching for The Answer Store So I thank God everyday He keeps the Coroner at bay Just another ageing Poet With not much to say

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Music Lyrics Sound no bound I have to write a Tribute to my Favorite Electronic Group Her voice from an Angelic Dimension His Electronic Sampling from a Seraphic Extension Dark Moonlight Musical Distension Aural Audio Moaning Groaning Sighing My soul flying Rainbow Sparkle to my ears This Duo has mastered their Entertainment Fears Their Lyrics put one in a Psychedelic Trance I hear Vivid Colors and Bizarre Patterns True Audience Romance Her voice embalming my mind Unholy woman kind How can I pay tribute to the King and Queen of 3D Pop Death seems to be a driving theme The loss of a Loved One can drive you insane Why does God inflict unbearable emotional pain With only Nightmarish Wisdom our Gain Please keep entertaining the Dead We all really just live in our head Then one day when we will be born into our new life We all will attend The Eternal Concert When we are lying Beneath the dirt

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Jul 21, 2018

Jul 21, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC

melrosejoe

PHANTOGRAM

Music Lyrics Sound no bound I have to write a Tribute to my Favorite Electronic Group Her voice from an Angelic Dimension His Electronic Sampling from a Seraphic Extension Dark Moonlight Musical Distension Aural Audio Moaning Groaning Sighing My soul flying Rainbow Sparkle to my ears This Duo has mastered their Entertainment Fears Their Lyrics put one in a Psychedelic Trance I hear Vivid Colors and Bizarre Patterns True Audience Romance Her voice embalming my mind Unholy woman kind How can I pay tribute to the King and Queen of 3D Pop Death seems to be a driving theme The loss of a Loved One can drive you insane Why does God inflict unbearable emotional pain With only Nightmarish Wisdom our Gain Please keep entertaining the Dead We all really just live in our head Then one day when we will be born into our new life We all will attend The Eternal Concert When we are lying Beneath the dirt

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