My Poems Ever Composed!

Little Namuh and Big Ytied

2006-08-10T18:27:00.000-07:00

Whenever Namuh sobs,
for he ain't have no jobs,
Ytied gives him gobs.

Whenever Namuh sighs,
for his mother soon dies,
Ytied gives him eyes.

Whenever Namuh grunts,
for the things that he wants,
Ytied gives with no daunts.

Whenever Namuh yells,
for the incoming hells,
Ytied rings some bells.

Whenever Namuh frights,
for the nightmares at nights,
Ytied lits many lights.

Whenever Namuh groans,
for the things he ain't owns,
Ytied pays for the moans.

I'm Not Alone (Devil's Day)

2006-06-06T13:32:00.000-07:00

I'm not alone, You're not alone
Everyone goes, but He remains
I talk to Him, He talks to me
Nobody knows, what's in brains

Sympathizes, makes me happy
He loves me, as it is shown
Organizes, what's in me
I'm not alone, You're not alone

Dull World

2006-05-29T15:53:00.000-07:00

Kids playing in the yard,
Men working on fields hard,
Horses pulling carriages,
This is the daily life in villages.

Some old man gets ill and dies,
His old woman kneels and sighs,
Some new suddenly bears up,
The young mother then cheers up.

At one end of the lane,
Someone sitting in pain,
Asking for his bother,
Replies of traitor brother.

At the other end of the lane,
Some other happy in the rain,
Asking for his happiness,
Replies of his richness.

What a complicated world it is,
Nobody lives, nothing there is,
You don’t like it and fear,
Does neoboy belong to here?

Gone

2006-05-19T01:25:00.000-07:00

Your dad's gone?
It ain't no fun!
Coz it's nature,
Carry on and run.

Life's full'a babies,
Gentlemen and ladies;
No worries if you miss 'em,
Cry for you did naughties.

Wating Is Fading

2006-05-18T22:17:00.000-07:00

People killing each other,
Each cursing one another,
Some making friend with the Devil,
Some account deceiving as a skill,
One fooling his dearest teacher,
One disobeying religious preacher,
Sons and daughters rude to parents,
While friend with stupid friends,
Girl appearing as do the boys,
Boy does the same and enjoys,
What were all of these mading?
Cheer up! Waiting is fading.

Murder

2006-05-10T23:30:00.000-07:00

All his body full of sweat,
All moralities he had to forget,
Flood was entire his blood,
In his eyes remembering God,
His heart willing to quit,
But his hatred make him beat,
He takes out his weapon finally,
And misuses it very reluctantly,
Blood dyed entire his shirt,
His body couldn't bear the evil dirt.

All his body not all with sweat,
Some moralities he had to forget,
Stream was entire his blood,
Remembering Devil and sometimes God,
His heart uncertain to quit,
Some little hatred makes him beat,
He takes out his weapon finally,
And misuses it not reluctantly,
Blood dyed entire his shirt,
The shirt was only a dirt.

All his body with no regret,
No moralities he had to forget,
The Pacific was entire his blood,
Remembering Devil and forgetting God,
His joyful heart hated to quit,
Nothing there was, hatred should beat,
He takes out his weapon initially,
And overuses it just willingly,
Blood dyed entire his shirt,
His body enjoying the pleasant dirt.