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About This Author
 Writing poetry allows me to exercise my imagination and share it with others. I strive to write for the benefit of the reader using carnival fun mirror images of my life's experiences.
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 | Most Recent Poetry  (E)Poetry most recently written. #2035077 by Vanishing Vapor   |
Sacrifice Your sins For the good Of one and all concerned It's you who knows better than anyone else In the darkness of your secret room, turn away from your evil ways Flesh Will whither Return to dust Bone turns again to stone It's better if one should cry at night Than to suffer in lost spirit the torturous punishment of hellfire for eternity Heaven Is God God is love Therefore heaven is also love And true love knows no tears or fear Only the true love of an all-powerful creator can restore us to perfection |
| My daughter was a typical teen, Into internet, cosplay, and the like, She didn't have much time for doing dishes, Housework, yard work, or even her bike. Until the day, despite her frown, I called her over and sat her down, I showed her how to crochet booties, To give to local newborn babies, She felt the love of giving gifts, She even learned to crochet daisies. She began to focus on things hand made, She forgot the online games she played. Her grades improved to finish school, She married well, bought a home, Though crochet she learned to think, And teach a daughter of her own, It's enough to make me shout out loud, Of my daughter, I'm extremely proud! 18 Lines |
My first love offered her virginity, But I fearfully declined, Not wanting to spoil her purity, So she gave away what was mine. Now, as I lie here dying, It's for this I'm still crying. |
She tortures me from distant memory, Her bright eyes smiling at passing men, I sat like a dog and worshipped her beauty, I'll die, having never known her true love. |
| Hahaha! Gobblety Gook! My aces were not flying as high as they should, so I radioed the flight commander and requested an ice cream and Oreo sundae. When it arrived the squadron did also. That's when the puppies hit the flagstaff! I made sure every one of those pilots knew that I'd had enough ice cream to fill a bloated midget, and that's a lot of ice cream! Now on to more important matters. I've just finished combing the lawn and I need a shower! |
| You may argue the point, but in my book nothing is more in keeping with the American dream than mowing the lawn, trimming the hedges, and burning refuse. Of course, if you ignore the american dream for too many years then catching up can be a bitch. Factor into that old age, diabetes, and congestive heart failure and life become quite a challenge. I just love pity, self or otherwise. |
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