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.
There once was a man from Rome
who's head was shinny like chrome
gave the world spiritual hope
was given the title of Pope
now he wears a hat like that of a gnome
The Galaxy; This cluster of stars
The sea; This concealed beauty and scars,
The inevitable suffering, the desired alleviation
All these could be seen through her eyes' nation!
She was a beautiful chaos, more beautiful than Mars.
I once knew a compassionate man
who couldn't survive on dry land
he was sensitive and kind
helped me find peace of mind
with him a spiritual quest began
Pisces Freak I Am
The saints are prosperous and you know why
they torment your kingdom, you aren’t shy
condemned by everlasting rickets
hidden by all kinds of false jackets
smoke all the weed, you can’t be the most high.
Once there was a man called Anthony "truth portal"
Quoted a verse from the "HOLY BHAGAVAT GITA"
"Man is made by his belief.
As he believes, so he is."
bloody spiritual realm is the "truth portal"!
There once was a kid who was green
the greenest green frog far cousins had seen,
yet to others his green behaved like a prince
but which creatures saw which did not matter since
this frog prince thought one without other obscene.
In Winnegan, on the Moselle
There's a story townsfolk will tell:
A witch came to dine
She savoured the wine
And cast a prosperity spell!
Sure hope I get by the censors with this one
Did you hear about the sweetie who fell on her bum
Some guys grabbed her private places
Helped her up, grins on their faces
What glorious heroes these kind men did become
temptation is only the bait
what follows is much worse in fate
you just take a bite
then no need to fight
you're stuck in the spiritual gate
Satisfies His household even much more
granting His children’s desires for sure
Jesus is the barret
beyond any laureate
His hands will cover those who stay inshore.
Prehistoric people built Stonehenge
The rumors about this never end.
Predicting the moon
Sun or monsoon
Spiritual place on a road with a bend
God calls each one by name
Everyone’s name is sacred
The name is the icon of the person
It demands respect
As a sign of the one who bears it
Poetry Form: Limerick
Copyright © Jacqueline RMendoza
Man to doctor: I poop every morning at 8:00 A.M.
Problem is, I don't wake up until 9:00 A.M.
Doctor: a messy problem I'd say
Just use lots of flowery spray
And be sure to set your poop alarm for 7:00 A.M
Arnold Crane was obsessed with his journey
He had been a rich Wall Street attorney --
He had peered in his soul
Found tobacco's charcoal --
Came to grips with himself on a gurney
Sharing is the greatest gift we all possess
The smiling faces on peeps is a joy to assess
Lifts our spirits high above
O'er the country like a dove
Soaring beside us, our spirits coalesce
“Although I am leaving, God will provide
the Spirit of truth to come as your guide
revealing my glory
as you tell my story,
the Encourager there right by your side.”
The night sky leaves us awe-inspired
Tiny dots of light drawing our eyes skyward
A glorious sight
Magical in the night
A glittering spectacle of millions of tiny diamonds