Last Commented Chant Poems (68)

Words left unspoken, lost somewhere in time
Visions of yesterday remain in my mind
Silently I cry, for my thoughts I must hide
years gone by, feelings denied
Why must love end with such pain and sorrow
For the love that we shared was filled
with hope and dreams of tomorrow
How can we destroy the lives that we touch
and continue to say, that "I love you so much”
Could it be that with love
we create our "Hell"
breaking the hearts of those that we tell
For the love you are given, a price you must pay
you will be broken, your love thrown away

May the ghosts that rise to meet you
Just be the kids from down the street
May all the monsters at your door
Be there to trick-or-treat
May the eerie glow
You see at night
Be jack-o'-lanterns grinning

And, above all,
Hope the day is happy-
Right from the beginning!

Dig, dig, dig some more
Go doggy, dig, dig and dig
until your paws are sore
Use a spade or use a hoe
keep on digging until you
can´t let go
Twenty miles down you find
your bone, it´s hot down
here I´m going home

A love of someone I cannot defend with him its changes A loyalty of someone i cannot defend with him It will vanish But ......... A love of mine I can hold it for the rest of my life His loyalty I can precious I can fell it But...... My heart is crying A love of mine is gone now my pet is passaway

Kris Kristopherson is a wonderful musician
Talented gifted a Rhodes scholar
Interesting that he was a caretaker
at the music studios where
Johnny Cash was recording
Sunday Morning Sidewalk A beautiful tune
It is difficult to get things done
On a Sunday it is a day of peace
We see the grass in true form
The people are happy a family day
I just wonder what to do
half of the year they have the NFL
I enjoy watching football
It is fun and relaxing
The excitement fills the air
My friends wife is a Mormon
I am a Catholic
My best friend is Jewish
And several people in the apartment
are Muslims and Sekes
It is a bowl of alphabet soup
all preaching good will toward man
and of course towards woman
I just notice this particularly
On a Sunday Morning Sidewalk

I cut my wrists,
To show who I am,
If you don't like it,
I don't give a damn!!
I cut my wrists,
But not with pride,
You should have told me the truth,
But instead you lied.
I cut my wrists,
To me it feels good,
I wish someone understood,
I wish my best friends would.
I cut my wrists,
Whether I'm mad or depressed,
I do it not to please me,
I just live with to much stress.
I cut my wrists,
And though when I'm done,
I do not feel good inside,
I sometimes wish...
I'de cut deep enough to die!!

Five to five and a half inches long,
The Painted Bunting's beautiful song,
The rainbow colors all shine so bright,
Like whispering red, and blue as the night,
Green as a cactus, bark, and trees,
Brown as a log and a dusty breeze,
And now I say, and say once again,
Goodnight to you, and the Northern Wren...

In the jungle they came by foot, by hellicopter and by parachute
sitting around the camp fire they sit
12 contestents there in the jungle they sit
Viewers watching there every move

Rats and insects and snakes lying around
Who will win ,will it be Kim or Gino or Goerge of the jungle
Sabrina and stuart a match in heaven
Or Jordan and her assets 7 bushtucker trills shes now has done

And out of the jungle she has run ,her days and nights are over so out She goes as a losser and Ant and Dec super stars at their best Entertaining us with there chat now we can watch the gourgous Caroline Flack in her tiny dress oh what a frill hope she bends over And give us a frill

George of the jungle a super star making us laugh with the tales Cant believe some of his tales but they do make us laugh
crocs tounge and kangaroo balls ,they have to eat for food to get for Their treats those jungle trills make us laugh doing things that make us laugh

oh the fun of the jungle on am celbrity of the jungle

DEAR LORD,
I NEED TO KNOW THIS FOR SURE,
WAT IS IT YOU WANT ME TO DO,
AND HOW WILL I KNOW THAT ITS TRUE,
THAT THIS CALLING IS FROM YOU,
COS IVE CLIMBED THE MOUNTAINS
TO THE SKIES
CROSSED THE RIVERS WIDE
FROM THE RIVERS TO THE SEAS,
EVEN THROUGH THE DEEP,
WEN I SEARCHED HIGH AND BELOW
AND LEFT NO STONES UNTURNED
FOUND IT WAS ALWAYS IN YOUR WORD.

JESUS CHRIST WAS KILLED BY FENATIC HARD LINER JEWS, LIKE CONRAD 73
DOWN WITH THE DEVIL