Five Writting Assistance (schizophrenia)

When I'm thinking what to write,
Touch, Taste, Hearing, Smell, and Sight,
Are the friends who I will ask,
To assist my writing task.

Perhaps Touch has had a feeling,
Or Taste licked something appealing?
Maybe Hearing just heard a tune,
Or Smell sniffed someone's good perfume?
It's likely Sight has seen a view,
And desires me to see too.
Either way all I need to do-
Pick a topic and write our view.

- Everything in Moderation -

Too much fun is good for no one.
I caution: use moderation.

Acts Chapter Three

Walking down the street we saw a man,
A beggar holding up an empty can.
Gold and silver had we none but we had the Son
Of God whose won.

In Jesus Christ rise up from the ground.
He rose and stood and then began to bound.
People watching all around in awe astounded  
Were confound.

Look to God above,
The author of life's love,
It is by Him that we all are healed.
He takes us by hand,
And helps us up to stand,
Surrender our lives, follow Him, and yield.

Try to be like Christ in what you do,
The simple and the complicated to.
There's nothing that our Savior can not do
For me and you.

The Way Your Smile Smirks And How Your Glances Look.

I did not know for fact, 

I had taken only clues;

I hoped that you liked me,

The same as I liked you.

But as I built the courage
And finally asked you,
You said the feeling's mutual,
And that you surely do.

I'm [not] a Good Speller

Wut if my words wer restricted
To those which I new how to spell?
My sentences wood then short ten,
As I'd struggle not to misspell.
My level of conversation,
Wood become elementary.
It'd cause quite a complication,
Finding wirds supplementary..

Therefore I won't try to do this,
I'll rely on spell check to aid,
Instead of looking quite stupid,
As if I wer still in therd grade.

Limerick Friday- Sickly

The girl over there is quite sick,
Be careful or she could inflict.
One cough or a wheeze,
Or big giant sneeze,
And then we could all become sick!

Limerick Friday- The girl with an automobile

A girl with an automobile,
Got pranked by a boy a great deal.
When she pranked him back
He declared "What of that!"
And continued to prank her with zeal. 

Fire Fighter (second half done with a little help from Gene Hole)

Why fight fire with fire?
Whoever coined that was a liar.
For when you fight fire with fire,
The flames just get higher and higher!

We'ld better to fight fire with water,
If we don't want the flames getting hotter.

Anticlimatic poems-

A blonde , Brunet, and Redhead,
Were walking through a park.
A big mean dog did see them,
And it started to bark.
All seemed to be quite harmless,
Until the dog got loose!
There was no way to calm it,
Its temper wouldn't reduce!
So like a streak of lightning,
The dog began to chase.
What started as a simple stroll
Had now become a race!
So they ran and ran and ran
They didn't know what to do!
I couldn't think of a punch line,
So I guess this joke is through.

Lengthyness- what the world would be like without long poems

Poetic lines which go on and on and on and on forever,
Prove to be a pointless trek and quite a foolish endeavor.
If we were to keep it brief the world would be a different place,
All the bad things in the world would simply then erase.

All questions will be solved,
All discourse shall dissolve. 
No one will be left out,
No one will be without.
Teenagers wont rebel.
We all will learn to spell.
Fruit will never spoil.
Our workers never toil.
Friendships will increas.
World hatred will then sease.
Dogs will learn to love cats.
Cars will never have flats.
We will not have to fret,
About our National Debt.


Take it from me and never go beyond the perfect amount
Of lines of poetry, or else be sure, hate mail will surmount.
People will insult your honor, leaving you sad and depressed.
You'll regret your mistakes, be uneasy, a wreck, and be stressed. 

Lie vs. Truth

Isn't telling half truths,
Really telling of lies?
Are they not both the same-
And just a thought up guise?

We try to cover up
What's wrong with what looks right.
In fear of offending,
We never are forthright.

A lie will always be
Regardless of its name.
To say things which mislead
Turns 'half truths' into flame.

This flame will set a fire and burn away your view,
And blur the difference making wrong and truth askew.

More Limericks for Friday:

LONGEVITY  
Do not write your poems too long,
For fear of them rambling on.
Just say what you need
And say it with speed
And then you can never go wrong.

JIVE
Some peoples talks in lines of jive,
Keepin' it groovy, hip, alive.
Dey say new phrases,
Whatev' da 'craze' is
We say dey be talkin' da jive.

A Limerick As A Wedding Vow:

There's multyple ways I could say,
All my vows on our wedding day.
Traditional style
Would take quite a while,
For time I will do it this way:

I pledge to you here at this time,
In Limerick form of a rhyme-
Ill always be true
To no one but you,
I love you, and I'm lucky your mine.

Limerick Friday

There once was a man of Doubloon,
Who ate his stew not with a spoon.
He'ld splatter and slobber
And cause quite a bother!
The man from Doubloon was a loon.

Follower... Not a Fan

How much do I die to myself, submitting to follow your will-

Deny all things of this world, and travel to Calvary Hill?

My cross I must carry,

Though sometimes contrary,

I fight and complain,

That its all done in vain-

Just not willing to give up my life.

God I must follow,

The Bible my motto,

 I must put You first,

In Your grace be immersed,

If to ever escape from my strife.

My Nose

My nose know not to be nosy-
To let good smells pass by.
But every once in a while,
I'll find my face in a pie.

Excuses

I'd like to write a poem
But haven't got a title.
So I'll go along my day
And leave this poem sit idle.

I'd like to write a poem
But haven't got the time.
Whats even more, I find it hard
To write in lines of rhyme.

I'd like to write a poem
But haven't got the wit.
So I'll go do something else
And leave this poem to sit.

Truth's Passing

Sadly Truth has died,
He's been taken to the grave.
Buried six feet underground
Beyond the point to save.

Just a few remember,
Bring flowers to the dead.
Scarcely a word or quote is heard,
Of things he may have said.

If only we had heeded,
To warnings of his health.
Perhaps we could have saved him,
And saved our greatest wealth.

Cold Fronts vs Warm Fronts- A Poetic Way of Describing Thunderstorms

A cold front walked into a warm front one day,

"I'm sorry, good sir, would you please step away?

I'm in quite a rush and have no time to lose,

And I'll warn you right now, I have a short fuse!"

The warm front just sat and did not move an inch

Which perturbed the cold front, so a fight he'd insist.

So Cold lunged to attack, but was caught off his guard,

For Warm was quite smart, not just some dumb retard.

When Cold tried to fight, Warm knew just how to win-

With his thunderous blows he hit Cold in the chin.

And with that Cold fell down, and then started to cry

As Warm rose the winner and passed Cold right by.

Painting Destiny

I'm sure you could all identify,

To wondering our purpose on earth.

Our destiny, I think, is whats made with

Our lives since the day of our birth.

Each decision we make

Every step which we take,

Adds a whole other part,

To our life's painted art.

An art so distinctive,

Possibilities-infinitive.

There are no two the same,

One for each single name.

So take care with each of your choices,

Making sure that each one is the right.
Asking the Lord for his guidence,

Making sure to keep Him in our sight.

Faith and Trust

Why do certain things happen,
Why do so many things acur?
I wish I knew all the answers,
I wish I could say why they were.

One thing I do know is that God
Is better at this than am I.
For who do I think that I am,
To comprehend all with a sigh.

So Lord I will trust in your plan,
And rise every day with this prayer-
"Oh Lord, teach me how I should live
In your plan, and my life I give."