short poems #1
there once were gifts from the magi
whose bounty was called not enough
to see the wisest and purest cry
was a holiday scene all too tough
each gift wrapped with good intention
swept aside, they labeled all just fine
and to do good again, was apprehension
but no worries, it was all killed in time
#2
there once was an angel long forgotten
down in the small town of tall oak
the name unknown by the downtrodden
and not a concern of the rich folk
the angel was kind, warm, and sweet
but one persons lies destroyed 'em
the ground laughed below his feet
his words brought sneers and boredom
but the townsmen didnt know his friend
so the two journyed to the liars door
and the angel sung about their end
as death drug away the lying whore
#3
Something i found near winter's end
was a surprising, and peculiar friend
and its wisdom gave me forsight
thats power could break the night
and what is it that i did see?
well that's something just for me
maybe it was a shiny silver bell
gleaming, ringing, burning in hell
#4
there was a girl who rocked in a chair
her fingers strangling her long hair
rocking forward, the fear of the fall
scared of ending up, a porcelin doll
out the window, clouds filled the sky
depressed, the girl started to cry
and nothing, could break her spell
alive, in her black and white, hell
there once were gifts from the magi
whose bounty was called not enough
to see the wisest and purest cry
was a holiday scene all too tough
each gift wrapped with good intention
swept aside, they labeled all just fine
and to do good again, was apprehension
but no worries, it was all killed in time
#2
there once was an angel long forgotten
down in the small town of tall oak
the name unknown by the downtrodden
and not a concern of the rich folk
the angel was kind, warm, and sweet
but one persons lies destroyed 'em
the ground laughed below his feet
his words brought sneers and boredom
but the townsmen didnt know his friend
so the two journyed to the liars door
and the angel sung about their end
as death drug away the lying whore
#3
Something i found near winter's end
was a surprising, and peculiar friend
and its wisdom gave me forsight
thats power could break the night
and what is it that i did see?
well that's something just for me
maybe it was a shiny silver bell
gleaming, ringing, burning in hell
#4
there was a girl who rocked in a chair
her fingers strangling her long hair
rocking forward, the fear of the fall
scared of ending up, a porcelin doll
out the window, clouds filled the sky
depressed, the girl started to cry
and nothing, could break her spell
alive, in her black and white, hell
maddy:
nice picture...and poems...keep them up