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I actually looked him up on the Internet yesterday

His lyrics do bear an uncanny similarity to the stuff I posted I must agree!

 

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Give it a shot, send them some lyrics, you obviously think the same. Good luck.

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The Week of the Seven Sins

 

On Monday I was Gluttony, I gobbled up my food

On Tuesday I was Wrath, I was in an angry mood

On Wednesday I was Sloth, I did not go to work

On Thursday I was Envy, I trashed my mate’s new Merc

On Friday I was Lust, I visited a whore

On Saturday I was Greed, I visited some more

On Sunday I was Pride, I bragged about my life

On Monday I was sad. No job, no friends, no wife.

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'Twas the night before Christmas at Rock-Away Rest,

and all of us seniors were looking our best.

Our glasses, how sparkly, our wrinkles, how merry;

Our punchbowl held prune juice plus three drops of sherry.

 

A bedsock was taped to each walker in hope

That Santa would bring us soft candy and soap.

We surely were lucky to be there with friends,

Secure in this residence and in our Depends.

 

Our grandkids had sent us some Christmasy crafts,

Like angels in snowsuits and penguins on rafts.

The dental assistant had borrowed our teeth,

And from them she'd crafted a holiday wreath.

 

The bed pans, so shiny, all stood in a row,

Reflecting our candle's magnificent glow.

Our supper so festive -- the joy wouldn't stop --

Was creamy warm oatmeal with sprinkles on top.

 

Our

salad was Jell-O, so jiggly and great,

 

Then puree of fruitcake was spooned on each plate.

The social director then had us play games,

Like "Where Are You Living?" and "What Are Your Names?"

 

Old Grandfather Looper was feeling his oats,

Proclaiming that reindeer were nothing but goats.

Our resident wand'rer was tied to her chair,

In hopes that at bedtime she still would be there.

 

Security lights on the new fallen snow

Made outdoors seem noon to the old folks below.

Then out on the porch there arose quite a clatter

(But we are so deaf that it just didn't matter).

 

A strange little fellow flew in through the door,

Then tripped on the sill and fell flat on the floor.

'Twas just our director, all togged out in red.

He jiggled and chuckled and patted each head.

 

We knew from the way that he strutted and jived

Our social- security checks had arrived.

We sang -- how we sang -- in our monotone croak,

Till the clock tinkled out its soft eight-p.m. stroke.

 

And soon we were snuggling deep in our beds.

While nurses distributed nocturnal meds.

And so ends our Christmas at Rock-Away Rest.

'fore long you'll be with us, We wish you the best!

 

A friend sent me this today :)

 

hee hee :hihi: good one fair jot :D

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the week of the seven sins

 

on monday i was gluttony, i gobbled up my food

on tuesday i was wrath, i was in an angry mood

on wednesday i was sloth, i did not go to work

on thursday i was envy, i trashed my mate’s new merc

on friday i was lust, i visited a whore

on saturday i was greed, i visited some more

on sunday i was pride, i bragged about my life

on monday i was sad. No job, no friends, no wife.

 

:hihi:.........

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For christ sake say something.

 

What use is heaven to modern man

what use is after life

dont lets meet and clash again,

we're nothing but trouble and strife?

 

Why should God care up there,

he showed no form down here,

to settle our own frustrations,

we run to guns and beer?

 

hey goddy boy try again,

you made a mess with us,

I packed in praying long ago,

'twas such a stupid fuss.

 

Just show your face make a bunce,

lets see a happening true,

dont be shy, show your place,

give us all a clue.

jobee

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For christ sake say something.

 

What use is heaven to modern man

what use is after life

dont lets meet and clash again,

we're nothing but trouble and strife?

 

Why should God care up there,

he showed no form down here,

to settle our own frustrations,

we run to guns and beer?

 

hey goddy boy try again,

you made a mess with us,

I packed in praying long ago,

'twas such a stupid fuss.

 

Just show your face make a bunce,

lets see a happening true,

dont be shy, show your place,

give us all a clue.

jobee

 

A Heaven there may be

A Heaven there may not

You'll have to wait and see

If you go there or just rot

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For christ sake say something.

 

What use is heaven to modern man

what use is after life

dont lets meet and clash again,

we're nothing but trouble and strife?

 

Why should God care up there,

he showed no form down here,

to settle our own frustrations,

we run to guns and beer?

 

hey goddy boy try again,

you made a mess with us,

I packed in praying long ago,

'twas such a stupid fuss.

 

Just show your face make a bunce,

lets see a happening true,

dont be shy, show your place,

give us all a clue.

jobee

 

There ya go again, blaming me for everything. I created you, put you on this Earth and gave you a chance. Then when you screw up... it's all my fault

Well no more, I just quit!

Regards

Goddy Boy

;)

 

They

 

They crawled amphibious from the sea

A brand new verdant world to see

They then became the first primates

And travelled on tectonic plates

 

They grew two thumbs and learnt to fashion

Tools then weapons were their passion

They learned to love and to foster hate

And to engineer their planet’s fate

 

They made war with their fellow men

And made foul air from oxygen

They spread plague and disease around

And sucked the oil out from the ground

 

They stormed the shores of Iwo Jima

And dropped a bomb on Hiroshima

They built a stock of nuclear arms

Splattered Viets with hot napalm

 

They stood silent as the children died

In Rwanda’s brutal genocide

They poisoned everybody’s mind

They are the beast we call Mankind

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There ya go again, blaming me for everything. I created you, put you on this Earth and gave you a chance. Then when you screw up... it's all my fault

Well no more, I just quit!

Regards

Goddy Boy

QUOTE

Mass,energy cannot be created or destroyed, Einstein.

 

Goddy boy did not create anything, he does not and never did exist..

 

Praying is stupid.

 

Nature/ universe does not give a damn about life.

 

Its the same down here,earthquake,tsunami,disease,etc.

 

We will have to do a lot better than praying to survive the life of this planet.

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There ya go again, blaming me for everything. I created you, put you on this Earth and gave you a chance. Then when you screw up... it's all my fault

Well no more, I just quit!

Regards

Goddy Boy

;)

 

They

 

They crawled amphibious from the sea

A brand new verdant world to see

They then became the first primates

And travelled on tectonic plates

 

They grew two thumbs and learnt to fashion

Tools then weapons were their passion

They learned to love and to foster hate

And to engineer their planet’s fate

 

They made war with their fellow men

And made foul air from oxygen

They spread plague and disease around

And sucked the oil out from the ground

 

They stormed the shores of Iwo Jima

And dropped a bomb on Hiroshima

They built a stock of nuclear arms

Splattered Viets with hot napalm

 

They stood silent as the children died

In Rwanda’s brutal genocide

They poisoned everybody’s mind

They are the beast we call Mankind

 

 

I like that, very good, the innocent praying all came to nothing.

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