Borms poems on Hello Poetry

Derik M Smith Jul 2013

She came with a timble to my lumish critch
Through borms
and grups
and a large, lectish, dish

‘Don’t bore me with your seminoad you Satin-Sir said she
‘So        cobble twibe! I replied for a gal as vimbly as thee.

‘Crickets are my namesake as they grift and leem with ease
Out in the plimmelday
                         where
  ahoppybug                  should be.

The Plimmelday with sun       and gaype
A simplement of shine and life
Forever twibe on the high and narrow
A place where burdeves fear to bite

A gate surrounds the plimmelday
But Miss Cricket will be safe
A hareth ***** and Mr. Crick

A goodfar ways away.

James Jan 2019

Remember

Do not fear,
Do not forget,
The Lord is here,
And has forgiven your debt.
He was and is, and is to come,
Do not fret, for He won't succum.
Through the night and through the storm,
Do not fright, He borms you with oil.
The day is clear, the night is warm,
The Lord is here, and gives you ear.
He was always there, in the night and in the storm,
Right with you: because of love.
Jesus my Lord,
You're all I need,
Be with me please.

#remember #god #peace #safety #security #daddy #love #storm #afraid

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