Quotes about girth, page 4
A-One!
A-One!
Endeavour, end, an, and, den, dean, dear;
University Boy and a Salon Girl! !
Coming together,
Sign, assign!
In unity,
Birth, girth, mirth, firth!
In one flesh,
Mite, might!
In marriage,
But, the miscarriage was brought about because of the carriage! !
Endeavour!
Poach, coach, approach, cockroach, reproach;
Hear, ear!
In the valley of smoke;
In the Bentley University of Massachusetts! !
hear, heart!
And like tapping honey;
But, you've not found anyone like her.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Santa Intervention
Take note regarding Santa’s girth
Weighs 50 times his weight at birth
We must step in, for all it’s worth
Before he’s buried neath the earth
Make haste, call Ms Jenny Craig
Weight Watchers’ & Gold’s Gym
I’m not trying to pull your leg, as
It’s top priority to get Santa slim
Break out the jump rope ‘n weights
Get old Saint Nick to running hard
Work him until he almost faints
Gotta rid himself of all that lard
Our big reward is Mrs. Claus’s smile
As she’ll have Santa for a longer while
poem by Ray Lucero
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I'm Looking Up At The Stars
Framed bright starry diadems
Bathing the sky in floods of living light
Forming glittering gilded gems
Twinkling rays in the night.
Treasures from the twinkling ray
Sweetly down the void they float
Brightly sparkling on the veil of day
Through many a melting note.
The stars are the jewels of the night
Silent as if they watch the sleeping earth
Lying in the gutter startled by the sight
Of the glistening tapestries girth.
I'm lying here wistful
Looking up at the stars
Encompassed by the celestial
Twinkly, dewy, silver polestars.
poem by Hazel Connelly
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Sonnet-No Nation Is Free
When no one knows the where and when and how
Of Terrorist's strike anywhere on earth,
Their 'modus operandi' you can't know,
Neither the problem's nature or its girth!
When war is on an enemy unknown,
Who operates in ways you can't predict;
Who makes a Super-nation too a clown!
And nations all don't fully interdict.
When nation lives in fear of more attacks,
From militants and terrorists some way;
And lasting solutions also, it lacks,
How can you celebrate 'REPUBLIC-DAY'?
Alas! No nation is really free,
Till terrorists are wiped out totally!
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: All Countries Are Interdependent
Each country is dependent on the next;
This important axiom is forgotten;
If the rich control the poor on some pretext;
The next must work for you to you fatten!
Events are all ephemeral on earth;
No nation thrives by its own toil/effort;
That is a limit to a person’s girth;
You need the Maker’s blessings since your birth.
A nation’s problems are quite intricate;
Advantages are there with poverty;
The good, you must with labor imitate;
At any time can come adversity.
But remember, the brotherhood of men;
All earthlings are meant for both earth/Heaven.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet- The Mystery Of God And Creation
What mystery shrouds the creation of God?
How mysterious is the Almighty One?
Did man evolve or was he made by Lord?
How can man call as God the Moon or Sun?
What harmony pervades the Universe?
What destiny awaits man on this earth?
Are sufferings, the Almighty One's curse?
Why God has made men of unequal girth?
How long ago, the Universe exists?
Why did God make one earth and many stars?
Despite their weakness, how men show their fists?
When Nature destroys, so does man- made wars.
And yet, God proves His love for human race;
And when man sins, God shows His angry face!
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: On Good Poetry
The cause if noble, needs an effort great;
If nobler still, the struggle must be more;
If willed by God, unaltered 'tis by Fate;
Yes, Poetry has Life, its soul as core;
True Poetry is written from one's heart;
Its glory and beauty is forever;
Without a doubt, it involves effort, art;
Profound's the joy, evoked in each reader.
Good Poetry's a river flowing ev'r;
The Poet's mark is writ, 'etched', on its face;
Time cannot steal its beauty, value, pow'r;
It grows in fact, in height and girth and base.
Good Poetry's a sacrifice too great,
To God and Earthlings that can ne'er abate.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: On the Condom
O sheath divine, of latex- Thou art great!
In serving mankind in these awful days;
Praise-worthy is thy sexual use till date;
Thou aidst both males and females in love’s ways!
What tons of sperms, thou must have prevented!
And helped all ages sense Cupid, Venus;
The STD pandemic, thou curtailed;
And made sex safer, blissful, without fuss.
Thine service to sex-workers knows no words;
Preventing much unwanted human birth;
Alas, mis-guided ones behave like herds!
Unnatural, perverted sex has gained girth.
Thro’ thee, the population-clock is slack;
Adultery, God’s anger are now back!
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: The World Today(13)
While people find such lame excuses to,
Shirk responsibilities and duties;
Expecting others to perfectly do,
Yet, fail to turn up in death or disease!
Misunderstanding fills their hearts;
Forgiving others is not in their blood;
Their tongues mouth words most foul, akin to darts;
A false prestige, they seem to chew like cud.
Their virtual world cannot go on for long;
Some day they must crash down to truth and earth;
When they now sing in life, a woeful song,
And suddenly, they wear a reduced girth!
Man, better stay sensible in Life’s stage;
Sometimes, we put ourselves in our own cage.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet-Who Am I?
I am a linear, legless, Vertebrate;
Bellying the earth, ever since my birth;
Of varying sizes, colours, shapes; I mate,
And swallow whole, life many times my girth.
I writhe and snake my way up fast;
I am the 'Sentinel of Land and sea';
Most people look at me awe-struck, aghast;
I hiss and scurry forth frightened, may be.
My fangs are poison-filled and also not;
I scour the earth, listening to vibrations;
Most people hit my head with sticks when caught,
I'm King of Night's earth-holes of all nations.
But I'm a Snake! Oh, just a rubber-Snake!
For Heaven's sake, the beating all I take.
poem by John Celes
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