My divine manual and life prospectus is the Bible
my ways, a beautiful mirror sparkling like clean Marble
falsehood can’t colour my teeth
Jesus Christ is not a myth
the hope of eternal life, a conviction, not a gamble.
What will their eternity win?
Greed, as a vice makes some men grin.
Money is their God.
Poor folks bear guffawed.
Then games bring a different kingpin!
© June 1, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
When at home its often fast food I crave,
might even be leftovers that I saved,
always in a race,
open and shut case,
thank God for my nuke everything microwave!
My Most Fabulous Friend
Found you to be my most fabulous friend;
Profound poem prepared and shall send;
And what my fate,
Is you to motivate;
God is great and know never has an end.
American doctors all suck
We're in it to make a fast buck
Your meds cost a bunch
So eat pills for lunch
And pray God has blessed you with luck!
Way To Success God Had Shone
Instead of being bare to the bone,
And also by myself and left alone;
Not worth seeing;
Wish way to success God had shone.
This year I asked Santa for a Harley
and a flagon of wine made of barley.
Then I asked God alone
for an angel of my own...
no, not one of His, one of Charlie's!
As a teenage boy I loved Cheryl Ladd.
Alas, it was the year of the scorned princess
when Diana did on Charles and Camilla dis!
But the Queen hid her dis-dain
yet through it all she did reign
and God saved her from her annus horribilis!
I met a "God Sent" Indian Giver once
A theater costume manager named Hans
Acting on stage
I felt just rage
He chased me shouting: "Give me baak my pants!"
for Poet Destroyer's Contest "Indian Giver"
A hundred years ago lest we forget
They paid a price and paid a debt!
Soldiers in a world at war
Battled on a foreign shore,
And so say us all God bless the Vet.
The tree is life - its branches broken -
For the grafted in its boughs betoken!
Faith is the root
And love its fruit...
So God will judge as He has spoken!
O' me favorite sport must be drinkin.'
That's the way that God made me I'm thinkin.'
For it seems without fail,
If I start quaffin' ale,
That the landlord will send me home stinkin.'
In the beginning, when man became-
Murder and death seemed a fun game.
This was not what God meant
When giving us consent-
To our own choice, only man is to blame.
The forces of nature are odd
So is that why we invent god?
Our deity’s norm
Seems to be human form
And reflects this silly facade
Head straight to the coffee pot after I pee
What happened this morning? Good god mercy me
Empty Folgers can
Was I pissed? Yes ma’am
(Four extra-large bags make a fine cup ‘o tea)
O'Leary was sick drinking beer
He hoped it would all disappear
There was no one around
As he crawled on the ground
Thanking God that the bathroom was near
God said, " Baseball between us sounds swell"!
Satan replied, "Your team, just will not, do well"!
"I know Mantle and Ruth play for you
but there ain't a whole lot, they can do
cause the Umpires, are all down here, in Hell"!
"The peacemaker" is Glock's new gun
Its spent rounds are rapture and fun
Yes killing's a thrill
Since I'm mentally ill
And need to own more than just one
A gun for me is like prozac
The bullets clipped pills in a stack
I'm not paranoid
But have weapons deployed
In case I should have an attack
GOD: the goodness of determination,
a standard for better living creation.
to differentiate a civil or wild nation,
for smoothness a better flow no tension,
only patience, belief, trust asks to confirm.
Stan was one of those insensitive blokes,
who gorged on Jerusalem artichokes,
when gas formed in his gut,
he thanked God for a butt...
now the entire USA gags and chokes.
Once there was a dame called Anne “the bane”
Her trick “God-promiseMy words are true & sane”
“Sam and Bern are prophets.God-promise!”
“my comprehension is the truth.God-promise!”
Bloody are we in “stone age” or “iron age” dame?
No-one know's the reason
Fore wisdom is old
Why God open's his window
From what has been told
Using his wisdom to
Redeem thy Soul
Making the world a shrine
To all that is good
We saw in the garden the seed
Planted by man’s first evil deed
God sent his own son
To be the right one
To absorb sin so man be freed
© Jun 21 2010 for John’s “Human foible” contest
There once was a gal most religious
Whose love for her god was prodigious
She looked deep inside
Found fallacies most wide
She now lives a life less fictitious
You insist that I only choose one
Finite human or god in the sun
Man has long pondered this
But as to my wish
I'll face death and have ALL the fun!!