How to Hate My Very Love
How tragic is the story of the lady on White Chapel road
How her love so dear and faithful was scared of death row
Now her veins full of poison thick as oil and hate
That poison she spits out to feed her pet snake
And yet she remains in the darkest hours of night
Though in hell were Satan never leaves her sight
With her love so thin and frail and on his dying bed
He whispers his last words to her ears which they fed
To the cliff she goes now that lady on White Chapel road
To step off that steep cliff to what pain waits below
MY GARDEN IS MY SAFE PLACE
I have a garden where I dream
It is where roses kiss and lilies gleam
It is where I share my joys
Where wind and birds make the only noise
It is where I share my tears
It is where those who have past, feel near
A place where I can curl up to read and write
A place free of darkness and fright
It is where I can whisper a secret song
It is where I belong
My garden is my safe place
sorry it was saying my second poem was to short so i had to post them together.
How tragic is the story of the lady on White Chapel road
How her love so dear and faithful was scared of death row
Now her veins full of poison thick as oil and hate
That poison she spits out to feed her pet snake
And yet she remains in the darkest hours of night
Though in hell were Satan never leaves her sight
With her love so thin and frail and on his dying bed
He whispers his last words to her ears which they fed
To the cliff she goes now that lady on White Chapel road
To step off that steep cliff to what pain waits below
MY GARDEN IS MY SAFE PLACE
I have a garden where I dream
It is where roses kiss and lilies gleam
It is where I share my joys
Where wind and birds make the only noise
It is where I share my tears
It is where those who have past, feel near
A place where I can curl up to read and write
A place free of darkness and fright
It is where I can whisper a secret song
It is where I belong
My garden is my safe place
sorry it was saying my second poem was to short so i had to post them together.
The whole of the mountain will crash down and roll over me - but it does not crush me.
Human physical strength has limitations and it weakens in time. 'Inner strength' knows no bounds!
The confines of this earthly realm have no bearing.
Let it be done!
Let the horns sound that shake the foundation.
Call forth the titans. Summon up the dread that lies buried deep within the heart and mind.
Let the godless fear when they face the charge.
The lost will flee or loose heart.
'And in the darkening late hours when the ground rumbles like an oncoming train...I will draw from deep wells what cannot be poisoned or tainted or overturned. I will stand, though the tides rise and the clouds threaten...and there I will remain, even if I show signs and cracks of care and hardship.
I will not be broken.
I may grow weary.
Though all the elements come against me
and tear at flesh and bone!-I WILL STAND!
Why can't the world become a fairytale book?
It wouldn't be as mean
But it may be much more green
Dragons that can be your pet
Princesses with hair for rope climbing
Pumpkins that can turn into horse carriages
And cats that wear boots and fight mice.
The people in reality aren't always very nice
But even the ogres and giants can say hello and give you nice things
Princesses aren't snobby queen bees at school
Princes aren't egomaniacs
And money is in gold, silver, or copper or even magic beans!
Hens lay golden eggs
Poverty can end in five seconds
You can get your own fairy and wish for whatever you want
And have your any desires
But I guess this is all in the mind
But the world can be kind at times
It isn't always bad and cruel
But imagination makes it go around
It wouldn't be as mean
But it may be much more green
Dragons that can be your pet
Princesses with hair for rope climbing
Pumpkins that can turn into horse carriages
And cats that wear boots and fight mice.
The people in reality aren't always very nice
But even the ogres and giants can say hello and give you nice things
Princesses aren't snobby queen bees at school
Princes aren't egomaniacs
And money is in gold, silver, or copper or even magic beans!
Hens lay golden eggs
Poverty can end in five seconds
You can get your own fairy and wish for whatever you want
And have your any desires
But I guess this is all in the mind
But the world can be kind at times
It isn't always bad and cruel
But imagination makes it go around