Lost somewhere can't be found
Look all around
Wait for someone to come from a town
Get down and look for someone to be found
When you hear something
Just calm down
If someone you think is like going to hurt you
Just act like an clown!
When someone comes and takes you somewhere don't frown
Don't go crazy and slow down.
Remember he's the only one that could help you out
It's like he is your key for living
If he does something you ain't like
It is worth forgiving
Think about thanksgiving!
When you are free- and safe
Remember it was you and his faith that brought you to this day
My object poem
My baseball looks like a hand ball.
But smaller when you see it from far away.
My baseball looks like a globe
Which actually reminds me of my history class!
My baseball looks like a clock
That's why it on the top!
My baseball is ripped
In couple of years I will be writing a script
My baseball feels like an bumpy road.
Which also reminds me of a toad
My baseball reminds me of the old days
It was like solving an maze
Those games were an blaze
We use to play everyday day.
It was like baseball everyday!
Some people payed for the fun-raise we did
Baseball was the game in those days
It was like being in basebball school!
People thought be we were fools!
We said sit back on your stools!
PLACE POEM
The gates opened of the park loudly
I was exicted to see everyone that came to see
They looked terryfing
It smelled horrible
As the fans walked down the stairs they smelled the dead dogs laying and hanging on the walls.
They started their calls.
Park is a tree bark like a speaker is sound
Everything around was all "Hairy"
It looked like an fairy!
It felt like a cherry
Which indeed is better then a berry
It looked very scary.
The smell was vary
Which was coming from the dairy.
As it closed the smell of it's breath poofed out
It was like rotten eggs and other garbage put together
A feather started flying around it's leather
The weather started to be badder
Everyone started to clime the long ladder
Unanswered Questions
- Which came first : chicken or the egg?
- What is the sound of one hand clapping?
- What is beautiful to everybody?
- Why must we die?
- Why do people hate and kill each other over nothing?
- Do humans really exist?
- Is there a Devil?
- Why are we on Earth?
- What is our pourpose in life?
- Why peple dislike things?
There is an Answer to an Unanswer!
Why do people die?
When people die
We can see them in the sky
They watch us like an spy
We wonder where do people go when they die
Some say in the sky and some say they dried
It's hard to belive that they are dead
But you get used to what it is really said
There is something waiting for you ahead
It's hard to forget what is happen in your head
If the perosn did something good,
He would not be chopped like woods
If the person did something bad,
His next life would be sad.
If your last life you did something that the gods weren't happy
You bet your next life wouldn't be crappie
People die because it is written in their life to die.
When you are born you,
The gods make your life and writes the date you will die
People die and born
It's like eating a new corn!
