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.
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!
When God made the beasts, in days of old
It seems He lacked quality control
That surely would veto
The cursed mosquito
And preclude all that itching untold
We are puppets of their creation
Such is the twilight zone
Everyone on their phone
Becoming the slaves of each nation.
This poem written by a historic
Thankful to God to have lived
In another generation.
‘Long Live Rock‘n’Roll.’
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Humanity so loved the poppy
That it made a chemical copy
But God knows what we need
And it isn't more weed
Which seems to make everyone sloppy!
At my breakfast table, a ghost
Has just opened all of my post
What’s his caper
That’s my paper
He’s now got his teeth in my toast
A priest made the sign of a cross
Then knelt to pray to his boss
A pigeon flew by
And baptised the guy
To prove prayers do not gather moss
I thank you for sharing your views
On Christians, Islamics, and Jews
Who love the same god
Like Apple's iPod
Divinely designed to confuse
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.
A virgin out searching for God
Discovered that God was a fraud!
How can peace endure
Or girls remain pure
When males come equipped with a prod?
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!
Americans have much to learn
Abortion is not their concern
Make healthcare the best
Let God do the rest
And Satan will have less to burn
Trump orders everyone to church
Or Governors will get the birch
Americans will pay
On Memorial Day
With God to blame, Trump ends his search
My God your road seems so long;
What I did do is sing Him a song;
He will bless;
In Your arms know that I belong.
Three Who We Love and Laud
There are three we do love and laud;
Spirit with Son whose father is God;
Together all our sins they have shod.
Do you disagree with any of this?
Or maybe a point I might miss;
That appeared to look ludicrous.
God Created Things With Wings
God had created things with wings,
And the best out of us always brings;
Like a lamb,
When we will hear a bird that sings.
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.
In Prayer Will Plead
In prayer to God will always plead,
Meet my requirements and do need;
Help me to overcome all my greed.
God Break Me from My Ridgid Stance
God break me from my ridged stance;
Chance allowing me to escape trance,
I had been in,
Again and again,
And enlightened when You enhance.
When God was a burning bush
He happened to see Eve's tush
Butt wise to his games
Eve peed on the flames
And disappeared in a whoosh!
Sinner Or an Offender
Even if a sinner or an offender,
True love is sure to be tender;
God is great with His splendor.
Sitting There Saying a Prayer
While I had been sitting there,
Started suddenly to say a prayer,
When I would,
And also could;
God is always with many to spare.
Getting a head start for Sunday.
The RN said he had to cough
In time with Rimsky-Korsakov
When God asked her why
She said, "My, oh my!
Don't you know he's Ben Joaquinov?"
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"
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.'