How profligate the world of flowers and buds
Glory of material, of design
Soon they disappear and all is lost
Except the seeds that flowers leave behind
Do tbey enjoy their little life on earth?
Even one fine hour is of great worth
Day: March 11, 2020
Take your mind off
If you live near a psychopath
And can’t run
Then it will take your mind
Off the coronavirus
And if you have a UTI
You will want to die
Don’t kill him yet
Strange how a bodily pain
Feels like torture
Like houses had faces
And pictures of the three bears
Hung in your lounge
Suddenly when you were five
Turned into a bridge with three arches
Over a river
We truly believe
Then it goes.
The eyes are windows
The mouth is a door
There never was nose
At least we never heard it sneeze
It didn’t cough
Sometimes the chimney set on fire
But girls didn’t put it out
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Small and humble
The clouds are large like galleons on the sea
The sails are rounded swimming on the blue
The earth seems small and humble company
Some take fright and into dark they flee
Blinded by the size,ignored the clue
The clouds are whipped like icecream into goo
I see a dream that hangs high on a tree
A crow stands on its head, the small birds rue
~The earth seems small ,unreal yet company
God wrote us a letter,that is key
We staggered to the fire,we burned with glee
The clouds disguise the sin of our envy
The dying god hangs through eternity
Shall he be raised, shall we his promise see?
The earth seems small and humble company
Oh, do not let us kill the sacred tree
Fragmented it wlll split the Trinity
The clouds are beads upon a rosary
The Cross beseeches.words are heresy
How my heart sings 