Tuesday, December 14, 2004

Poem of the day.

The good people of Defamer pointed out this Craig's List job posting. What they didn't mention is that it's totally a poem. I think. Enjoy:

"Christian fast typist/ writing ass."

Minister[deliverance]
completing book needs ass.,
with gift of discernment ,
spirit filled a must to be led by His Spirit, in His moment,to work from that place of peace and connectedness in Christ!
Thank You,
Rev.Lee

this is in or around Los Angelos{westside}

6 Comments:

At 2:05 PM, Anonymous Josette Lager said...

I was there in the midst
of the battle the midst
of the storm in all of
its fury I kept you from harm.

Through the eons of time
I hid you in the shadow of
my wings in my secret place
in my pavillion.

If it wasn't a soldier
it was a helpless child
a forgotten senior an abused
wife a homeless person crying
in the night and all dressed
up and no where to go.

Josette Marie Louise Lager
Copyright@2005
(New Wine Skins0 Name of Poem

 
At 3:36 PM, Anonymous Josette Lager said...

The Forum

Hi I'm from Butcher Hollar,
and I get a little hot around
the collar, I'm a honky tonk
angel and proud of it.

I'll make the best darn fried
chicken you ever ate I guarantee
you'll even eat the plate.I use
crico oil and a batter I'm wild
and free and I like to chatter my
guest tonight is my friend the mad
hatter.

I'm crazy like a fox and I can outbox any kangeroo and kick
better and harder than you do.
I can run like the wind and sing
like an angel,and if I ever fall
flat on my face may God give me
the grace to get up again.

Josette Marie Louise Lager
Copyright@2006

 
At 3:38 PM, Blogger jl said...

The Forum

Hi I'm from Butcher Hollar,
and I get a little hot around
the collar, I'm a honky tonk
angel and proud of it.

I'll make the best darn fried
chicken you ever ate I guarantee
you'll even eat the plate.I use
crisco oil and a batter I'm wild
and free and I like to chatter my
guest tonight is my friend the mad
hatter.

I'm crazy like a fox and I can outbox any kangeroo and kick
better and harder than you do.
I can run like the wind and sing
like an angel,and if I ever fall
flat on my face may God give me
the grace to get up again.

Josette Marie Louise Lager
Copyright@2006

 
At 2:40 PM, Anonymous Josette Lager said...

Poem Title)

A Message From Sea Bisquit

From the very start I was put
together funney,my legs were
too short and my head was too
big but I did ok for myself.

Its true what they said about me,
when you looked into the faces of
the men and women of the depression
era you saw me, your perfect icon your representative,I looked alot
like you and you looked alot like
me.

Hey Yip,love the song you guys
wrote ,hey I'm runnin' today
don't forget to bet a C note,
brother can you spare a dime?

Now grant you I wasn't a hot shot
primadonna like War Admiral or
Ligaroti,oh go stuff yourself
with manicotti.

Old War Admiral that high priced plug I could get his goat every
time and I do confess I did light
up like a christmas tree every
time he came sash shaying by,it
was the competition in me,but I
did ok for myself.

Josette Marie Louise Lager
Copyright@2006

 
At 6:17 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Poem
The Last Whisper


Charles Foster Kane citizen
Kane what a pain you were,
what a pain you were, and
yet there was a greatness
about you no one could deny.



Memories of childhood were
elusive with no exclusives
in sight,so you transferred
all your love to paper and
decided to write write write.

How can one miss what one
never had,but it didn't turn
out all that bad all that sad
did it?

You had all those fancy rags
to brag about and not one of
them was a dud,so how ya like
them apples rose bud?

So I'll visit you now and then
I'll throw some petals upon your
grave,I'll sing amazing grace how
sweet the sound,and here you are
now in this place in the ground.

Josette Marie Louise Lager
Copyright@2005

 
At 7:02 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

The Jonathan Project

I the gypsy moth a much
hunted breed this is my
companion the citris beetle
he lives with me.

We run the gauntlet through
thicket and thorn grass and
trees we are not appreciated
like the honey bees.

Ore hill and dale we run
we hide the department of
agriculture is closing in
on every side, hot on our
trail hot on our heels,
lets make a run for it,
there's a field.

So go back to the UK set
a few traps along the way
find a cure for bird flu
whatever it is you do,leave
us alone have a nice day and
don't forget to spray

 

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