POEWHIT, 21 june 2012
One day, last of the week.
Rest we do, a Holy God to seek.
Our ways become not our own.
That day belongs to God and home.
Thoughts become a worship song.
Labors end, to hallow our wrongs.
Jesus went to the temple prayer.
The Apostles followed Jesus, in his cares.
8/30/2010 POEWHIT
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POEWHIT, 14 june 2012
A nice bar, to stop and play.
The bard is here, what's to say ?
Unpack fiddle, poems and gear.
Let me find-an empty ear.
So and what-this and that.
A wine bard, anymore raps.
Meal time-sing us a song.
"Hours late, must get along".
Here are some coins bard.
Onward next bar, that roads hard.
5/20/2012 POEWHIT
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POEWHIT, 14 june 2012
TAILS - FINS - BIG SPLASH !!!!!!
Got to move fast.
No way out.
Whale's water spout.
Eyes bulging big.
No place to sing.
More moving about.
TAILS - FINS - DO ROUT.
6/14/2012 POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
POEWHIT, 8 june 2012
LOTTO and DEATH:
One day -
You are -
A winner.
6.7/2012 POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
POEWHIT, 4 june 2012
Little bundles of joy.
On the carpet with toys.
Momma dog looks with a grin.
All day long they spin.
Knaw, chew, whine, and sing.
Roll around, baby barks and things.
Off in the quiet wings.
Daddy dog rests, with head sublime.
In his dreams, wishing of other times.
Yet, they roll and play onward.
On the carpet, OUT !!! in the yard.
Merry are the fluffy puppy dogs,
plus the bard.
2007 from 8Hop.com
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POEWHIT, 29 may 2012
Darkness comes with the setting sun.
So the party parade has begun.
Onward marching to the dancing band.
Caressed in images, that give love and sand.
Spreading the tiny AIDS bug to me.
A wrath of GOD, cursed upon thee.
There is no cure, GODS WILL, be.
That his son on the cross died for thee.
Setting enflamed souls, away from its curse.
Aids marches onward, like a river to sea.
All subscribers to the marching AIDS BAND.
Your better off just holding hands.
2007 from 8Hop.com
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POEWHIT, 22 may 2012
Been on your old feet.
That big front door to keep.
The one with the brass and key.
You came from across the sea.
Your work is the door keep.
Shine the brass, even the key.
Been forty years now door keep.
You have been a good-and sweep.
Shine on your shoes to see.
"the rich lady's shawl with gloves".
"the gentleman's hat, with the gloves".
Back at the door-ballroom-party fun.
Another years gone, being on the run.
At the end of the year MASTER was kind.
*FORTY YEARS-a cigar for you*
Still in the wrapper, not two.
2006 from Scribble Club.com ????
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POEWHIT, 17 may 2012
DEALS, DEALS, DEALS
Small room, with twelve bathrooms.
Envelopes fill the baskets.
Mirrors with lipstick kisses.
In the small room-elbows bump.
In the office.
OCCUPIED-next bathroom.
Outside neighbors look.
Cesspool trucks arrive.
Dirt cover-up off lid.
Man preys lid open.
Next years news escapes.
CESSPOOL CLEAN and POLITICS AGAIN.
2009 POEWHIT
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POEWHIT, 15 may 2012
Got an - E - today on the math test.
Teacher said, "your minds in a fog".
Not that upon the sea.
And-your only a young teen.
Cast in the waves-no rudder.
These rocks will sink you.
You tell me I'm a fool.
YET, I teach school.
Your morals are in bad decay.
Smut plays on the stage today.
Garbage in your minds memory.
Funny odor cloud of insanity.
Hide in the closet all day.
Again-you tell me I'm a fool.
A stool for wine at times.
JESUS, made water wine.
Yours is a brook of crime.
Mine brings a laugh at times.
TURN THE TV. OFF.
Smoke is giving you a cough.
12/2006 from writespot.org ??????
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POEWHIT, 13 may 2012
A nice bar, to stop and play.
The bard is here, what's to say.
Unpack fiddle, poems and gear.
Let me find, an empty ear.
So and what - this and that.
A wine bard - anymore raps.
Meal time - sing us a song.
" Hours late, must get along ".
Here are some coins bard.
Onward next bar, that roads hard.
5/13/2013 POEWHIT
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