"visting" poems
these days a visit to the doctor
is quite dear
and it fills the patient with
a great deal of fear
consultation charges
are well above inflation
but if you don't pay the set fee
you'll receive not proper medical investigation
the day before yesterday
I went to see
my quack
and when I got the invoice
I was taken aback
GP's are making
really big bucks
by treating themselves to the
ailing person's money trucks
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
Twas the night before Christmas
and all thru the house,
not a creature was stirring
not even a mouse
The Stockings were, up and the Chimney was swept,
The kids are in bed, snoozing, with presents abd candy swimming in their heads
Mom and dad are in the master bedroom
Mom wakes up, she gets some water, quick to sleep soon.
but suddenly a bump rang out on the roof
which sounded like a certain 175 pound hoof
Mom remained silent, she didn't know what to do
Suddenly a bag slammed with a thud, at the entrance to the flue
She was frozen in excitement, SANTA VISTING MY HOUSE?!* she really was shaken, like a broke Mickey mouse.
Santa came into the room, his good nature almost visible
"Don't be afraid, dear lady I've come bringing joy and even though you have kids you still get a toy!"
"But I'm 36 what could I possibly miss? I had dolls, a wagon, unless there's something else I forget!"
Santa looked at her and gave a grin,
"Ma'am, my elves out in the field learn all things kept within"
At this she looked intrigued, what could Santa mean?
That's when she blushed red, but on the inside she felt green,
she felt her clothes ripping off at the seams
Santa gave a grin, almost looking insane,
now here's your gift ma'am, your own personal candy cane!
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC
Weird day, and i mean that, in the meanest way
there appeared to be a war
in heaven
as it were
we were ex communicators, so we went onair.
some truble was stirred in an ancient closet,
where a little girl was lost
she believed
but she believed, you guest-it, a lie,
a visting imp intended to bend a little
to put a bit o' swing
in the thing,
turned out to be too slippery from the gitgo,
too slippery,
by far...
--- we got it. an implant broke. it's an old joke
--- an old silicon joke, cpus used to run 'em for turing test tuning,
--- it was the original competition
then GANs grew PIMs and we ran free, wild old minds
tapped into for wisdom
imparted in
the deeming of each word
its reason in being re
written in its own future. Now we be poetry.
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 11:26 PM UTC
Sheeps in wolves clothing linger within the walls of church.
Still moving around in the flesh.
Thinking they better then the sinner visting.
What's so amazing?
Many refuses to see the truth.
That many church men are stilling playing games.
Trying to pretend before the priest.
While looking certain ladies up and down.
The flesh always reveals itself.
God knows which folks in the world needs help.
Go not to the lord unless sincere.
He's for real.
He doesn't pretend.
He's our savior.
He's our friend.
And it will be him advising you about the well dress fool.
The one pretending to be save.
But if you give him a chance.
He prove he's not saved.
Because wolves within church always gets exposed.
What's so amazing?
Certain folks in church knows them.
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 11:39 PM UTC
Time slows down,
thoughts seem incapable of comprehension,
as I stare at a wall that is beginning to drip...
I'm lost.
What is this world I'm visting,
where color is alive, guiding me.
I came here with a purpose,
but it was stolen,
by unrecognizable shapes.
I can chase after them,
but what's the point?
Darkness, patience, fear...
I figured it out
My thoughts brought me here,
to see what I've created.
They don't like each other,
they don't like themselves,
so they think, and they fight,
in a stormy cloudlike arena called imagination.
If they can successfully destroy each other,
Then there are no more thoughts to wake up to.
KC
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC
She ran away from parents,school, and family not long ago- left behind a loving envirnment, finally she was found again and the children's law degreed that she would be better served in a state supervised home far away from her own. visting parents at court appointed times .and while she was on that personal adventure her parents had to cling and hold on to both jobs and sanity , while silent tears fell down each face away from prying eyes to see.ever putting on a brave united front, while looking up to God to ever let His love and direction inside be.
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 11:51 AM UTC
I stand in amazement of him every day.
Don't matter the weather.
It could be snowing, raining or just sunny too.
It's God day.
And to me it's simply beautiful.
And deserves no complaints.
I'm just a visitor visting within it.
I guess a welcome guest of his invitation.
Who has walked through his door once more?
It's God day.
A day to enjoy.
Whether alone.
Or with someone.
Either way I've been blessed by the power of him.
My true partner in life.
My true best friend.
I can't pay him enough.
Except in my action and my words.
It's God day.
And that's a great gift.
Especially, if you're still apart of it.
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 8:38 AM UTC