"enterance" poems
Off she went all dressed up to meet the guy she swiped left upon.
Five feet 10 his profile said but that's where all the lies began!
In she walked in her killer heels, eyes wide and bright to look for him.
But not a sign of him to see had he stood her up? How dare he!
Then at the bar worst for wear she saw his face and balding head.
How had he aged so much, so soon from the photos that made her swoon.
Well the truth aired and shots were fired, Napoleon's descendant had clearly lied!
The CEO of a successful business would be up at 5 for the newspaper deliveries.
His holiday home was a caravan, in the **** of Wales where no one went.
His hair had gone south long ago and his belly was chasing it now as well.
But in all of this, had she lied? Was she 48 or 55?
Had those lips been rendered too? With botox and the wrinkles smoothed.
At 48 or 55 that dress had some riples inside.
The parts Spanx can't control, where age and love handles roll.
She stayed they drank. Then drank again and laughed and talked of other things.
They danced made shapes for all to see like watching a form of epilepsy.
They left at one her shoes in hand, holes in her tights, lipstick smeared upon his cheek and a room to find to seal the deal.
Promises made to meet again and drink and dance and meet their friends.
Next week he was sat at the very same bar, watching the door for her enterance!
She? Oh no, nowhere to be seen. Across the town at another scene. This time an accountant, chartered too!
But we all know it isn't true.
Fairytale endings nowhere to be seen. Just nights of ****** and living the dream.
All in all is this all that they want? Repeating the cycle over again.
With another fool in fancy dress?
Viewed from the bottom of an empty glass.
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 8:49 PM UTC
The pastor stood before the church.
Standing behind the podium.
And asked why?
Why do he have so little of faith?
He shook his head.
He pause.
Then continue on with his sermon.
That he has never blamed God for his decision.
But learned from them as they have happen.
He request his congregation turn to all scriptures concerning faith.
He named the book and the various pages.
He addressed those with the littlest of faith.
How can you hope for blessings?
When you don't believe.
He spoke of the Centurion's faith.
Who felt he was unworthy of Jesus enterance into his home?
But the Lord saw faith.
He addressed the fig tree that was withering away.
While noticing the fruit tree and used it around having faith.
He used the mustard seed to point out faith.
Highlighting the grain and how nothing is impossible?
If you only believe.
By having faith in God as he use scriptures in Matthew and Mark.
Teaching that faith must be in the people.
Even the sinful woman was forgiven just for showing kindness.
For she loved so much and little was given.
He taught upon the apostles seeking to increase their faith.
Which the Lord addressed honestly to them.
After all, he point out we walk by faith and not by sight.
That God has open doors that we didn't know was coming.
And as he spoke.
He point out to them that faith comes by hearing.
And abiding in faith.
And believing in One Lord, one faith.
Cause the author and finisher of faith is the Lord.
And then he concluded his sermon to the people.
Faith is the substance of things hoped for, and the evidence of things not seen.
Doubt not God, for he know all things that's good for us.
Just have faith, Amen.
Let the people say.....
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 11:20 AM UTC
My book shook and look!
A crook which is sure to hook
onto some **** which doth
hang out randomly
like a dress out your car door.
I am shy with my
high and dry status
the why? I am not sure
But I vie and cry and
Lie and try to
Do more.
This will kiss the
Enterance pages of its
inspiration: Bliss.
Titled, this **** and griss miss
Priss diss this list and hiss
Like snakely Chris
Who is in Fresno
Hiss.
Hiss.
Kiss.
This is my bliss....
BLISS POEM I.
Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 6:59 PM UTC
My book shook and look!
A crook which is sure to hook
onto some **** which doth
hang out randomly
like a dress out your car door.
I am shy with my
high and dry status
the why? I am not sure
But I vie and cry and
Lie and try to
Do more.
This will kiss the
Enterance pages of its
inspiration: Bliss.
Titled, this **** and griss miss
Priss diss this list and hiss
Like snakely Chris
Who is in Fresno
Hiss.
Hiss.
Kiss.
This is my bliss....
BLISS POEM I.
Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 6:59 PM UTC
our children
are not
the only ones
to see a clown
and begin to run
some adults
have the fear
you ever wonder
why they lear
bright colored hair
and funny make up
not so funny
when you wake up
with ten or so
surounding you
trying to grab
and strangle you
how hard would you laugh
if in a dream
your mind it woke
the clown from "it"
began to choke
i'm sure you would not
find the joke
you see them
at the circus always
sometimes near
the fairground enterance
some have not the intention to scare
others try to instill the fear
animal balloons
and baggy clothes
they look more like the
boogyman
we pay them
for a birthday party
kids are screaming
and there crying
ever wonder why it's so
because the kids
they know
it shows
kids don't know this
but heres a fact
john wayne gacy
played the act
he was not funny
not one bit
but full of ugly
and very sick
weather they smile
or they frown
there will always be
a scary
clown
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 2:36 AM UTC
Will you still love me?
When I am no longer vibrant
With the contengency of my youth
When my soul is laden with the suffering of a lifetime
Will you hold me?
Kiss away the pain of my heart
When the world betray's me
And my own heart denies me enterance into the realm of forgiveness
Will you still love me?
When my lips thin
No longer plump with the pouting potential of 21
When my blue eyes no longer spark with the reflecting depth of laughter
When age takes my skin into itself and adds new plains to my profile
Will you still see me?
Inside a body that shifts with the experiences that define it
When the shell that was once so vocal is quiet
When I revert inside my mind to find the answers to the world
Instead of forge a new path
When I travel a road long worn by the pads of my feet that I know it by memory
As I know you
Will you still love me?
When the ring on my finger no longer fits
Having loss the thickness of supple skin
Will you still love me?
When I can no longer grant life
When children sing no more lullaby's in their small voices
Can you still love me?
When nights grow colder
And the stories I tell you grow together
Weaving the tale of your life into a glorious creshendo
That words fail and you are brought to tears
By the essence of my love.
I will still love you
No matter how you change
I will see the young man with his wide eyed wonder
I will love the gentle expressions of your self when they change as we all do
There will be no faulter in my steady step as I hold your hand
Help you off the ground
Steady your shaking feet
Planting firm roots beneath you
When everything else is meant to fall
I will see you despite it all.
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 1:34 PM UTC
People fear her.
One reason, she's a woman.
They cry foul about her political contribution.
They level lies and mistruth about her.
Why?
Cause she's Hillary J. Smart.
A woman of common sense.
Not the first woman to face attacks.
Especially from insecure men not sure of themselves.
Instead of concentrating on her brilliance.
They attacking her husband.
A man of honor and personal mistakes.
Scriptures advises us those without sin shouldn't cast stones.
If a radar as at the enterance of all churches.
We would all fail.
Women intimidate some men when they hold their own.
Hillary Really Smart does just that.
Which holds truth when you see personal attacks.
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC
A place full of joy a magic place
Once you get through traffic
Ride the tran from the packed parking structure
As you get off walk towards the enterance
The line forms but once you're inside
Emotions come out full of excitement
As you walk through the crowd
Main Street USA in Disneyland
Admire the sights explore the worlds
So much to do fun with friends and family
Make it a day make memories
Enjoy it so much, hate to stay away
The heart feels great it's like you made
Sometimes it feels like you made it
Anywhere else else is a struggle
Seen so much fun all around
Kind of pricey but worth it
Waiting in long lines to get on themed rides
A place other than work or being at home
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 2:48 AM UTC