The Man & His Tongue : A Freewrite Poem.
Never till date have I found one
All I see are men with no norm
A front full of lies, a back of shadowing torns
Horrible in words, dangerous tongues.
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Heart made of allergies, soul was dark
Quietly crept in, searching weak minds
Ponzi scheme, fraud deals, that's all they bring
Till nemesis caught up with them, now prison bound.
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A class of his own was Judas
Thought was stealing, opposite of Peter's
Why will The Saviour keep His purse with an arm robber
And not the revelatory John.
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A preaching by the road, and in the corner
His countenance is bold, more like lover
Came to tell us of the Love of the Father
Each passes by him, he really looks poorer.
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As I lay on my pillow, watching, waiting
He came, more gentle than the winds in the willow
The voice was quiet and lovely
Hearing was perfect and comely.
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Now to the man with the wrong tongue
His curses he reaped at the long run
Never appreciative, depreciating the more
Till we couldn't see his mark on earth anymore.
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A grateful tongue I'll have
As I walk each day, all my life
Speak well, hear well, grateful to God.
A praising, an hallelujah to the Lord.
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