"whould" poems
O Lord, my best desire fulfil,
And help me to resign
Life, health, and comfort to Thy will,
And make Thy pleasure mine.
Why whould I shrink at Thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears?
Or tremble at the gracious hand
That wipes away my tears?
No, rather let me freely yield
What most I prize to Thee;
Who never hast a good withheld,
Or wilt withhold, from me.
Thy favor, all my journey through,
Thou art engaged to grant;
What else I want, or think I do,
'Tis better still to want.
Wisdom and mercy guide my way,
Shall I resist them both?
A poor blind creature of day,
And crush'd before the moth!
But ah! my inward spirit cries,
Still binds me to Thy sway;
Else the next cloud that veils the skies
Drives all these thoughts away.
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(Hebrews, iv.2)
Israel in ancient days
Not only had a view
Of Sinai in a blaze,
But learn'd the Gospel too;
The types and figures were a glass,
In which thy saw a Saviour's face.
The paschal sacrifice
And blood-besprinkled door,
Seen with enlighten'd eyes,
And once applied with power,
Would teach the need of other blood,
To reconcile an angry God.
The Lamb, the Dove, set forth
His perfect innocence,
Whose blood of matchless worth
Whould be the soul's defence;
For he who can for sin atone,
Must have no failings of His own.
The scape-goat on his head
The people's trespass bore,
And to the desert led,
Was to be seen no more:
In him our surety seem'd to say,
"Behold, I bear your sins away."
Dipt in his fellow's blood,
The living bird went free;
The type, well understood,
Express'd the sinner's plea;
Described a guilty soul enlarged,
And by a Saviour's death discharged.
Jesus, I love to trace,
Throughout the sacred page,
The footsteps of Thy grace,
The same in every age!
Oh, grant that I may faithful be
To clearer light vouchsafed to me!
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there once was a girl
who was an artist, but
here's the twist
a razor was her paintbrush
and the canvas was her
wrist.
"Ugly" "Fat" "Worthless"
they were written
word for word
nobody thought otherwise
after-all, that girl is so
happy, that'd be
absurd.
one night it was raining
and the thoughts became
to much
she reached for her
blades and blood
poured out with just
one touch.
the next morning her
parents found her,
it was an "accident"
they would say.
because after-all,
whould'a thought that
their happy daughter
wasn't okay?
She fought endlessly for
her life, but it
was all to much to
handle
little did she know that
she'd be one of many in
this suicide
scandal.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 7:20 PM UTC
Silvine Blockster
had a book
which it seems
everywhere he took
and thus as is
always the case
as when such books
are ferried in open space
it was not unusual
for folk to ask
if they could look
inside Silvines Blokcsters book
But upon not such uncivil pleas
he would become incenced
and wobble most peculiarly
at the knees
rant and even rave
shout and squeal
but he never would reveal
the pages of the books appeal
so once upon a dark and dreary night
when Mr Poe was real and truly out of sight
some citizens upon themselves they took
a vow to knock Silvine Blockster on the head
and steal his precious book
but alas dear reader
the blow they cast
caused poor Silvine Blockster
to breath his last
all fled in panic but one
who stayed fast
and stood there to the very last
he took a furtive look
inside the book
his knees buckled
his face turned white
and from head to toe
was filled with fright
but the book
he could not let go
this brought a smile to Mr Poe
who was not there
as well you know
now Mr Rephil Pad had a book
which it seems
everywhere he took
and when citizens
begged to take a look
his face whould turn green
and he would puke
and dear reader
please beware
for I do not mean to scare
if you encounter
Mr Rephil Pad
under no circumstnce
ask to look
inside his book
or enter into confederation
with those, who for just one peek
would crack his skull
and watch blood leak
for upon this crinkled parchement
fited and forgotten ink
tells of a curse
of which you must not think
a death note
you must not read
on this very subject
Mr Poe and I and of course the Raven
on this subject are all agreed
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 6:42 AM UTC
Would you rather
Be you
Or make yourself a new
Whould you rather
Live beside a ocean
Or in a city with all of the commotion
Would you rather
Be happy
Or always feel crapy
Would you rather
Go to heaven
Or face armmagad
Would you rather
Love yourself
Or somebody else
Would you rather
Die
Or learn to fly
Would you rather
Be lonely
Or be someone's only
Would you rather
Tell the truth
Or tell lies to the roof
Whatever choice you make
You sculpt yourself
Even if you choose not to choosechocand set upon a shelf
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 10:31 AM UTC
What if
God
Showed
Adam and Eve a visual
Like we do watching a cinema screen
Or
In a dream as it was written so biblically,
The
Consequences
Of eating
The forbidden fruit,
Whould
They
Still
Have chosen
To
Bring All the wars and bloodshed
Immorality
Mortality
Upon themselves
And
Their Children?
IF
Things
Were explained properly, in detail,
What
Such an action would result in,
Would
They,
PRECIOUS CHILDREN,
Have
Ignored such horror and still
Proceeded
In eating...the
Forbidden fruit?
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 6:32 PM UTC