Monday, September 5, 2011

A silly rhyme written just to see if i could

Fishin' with a loaded .44
...................

My name's Mr. Grisham
And I like goin' fishin'
Mostly 'cause I don't like fish bought in a store.
But in a state of malnutrition
And to help my bored condition,
I tried fishin' with a loaded .44!

Missed the fish and started sinkin'.
And the doctors started thinkin'
How to put me back together like before.
But in a state of indecision,
Failed to make the right incision,
And oh you should've seen the mess and gore.

Let me just say in conclusion,
There can be but one solution,
Attack the problem from the very core.
My condition's from delusion
I could shoot without confusion.
I don't fish with .44s much anymore!

+Joseph Bishara


poem i wrote a while back (might be too didactic for some)

Why do you take aim at skies
And all the things therein?
Life itself is the gloried prize -
Not a game to try and win.

So take your trophy, seize your prize
And soar into the wind.
Your quest is not in the world outside,
But in the simple whispers within.

+Joseph Bishara

just a snippet from a song

When you endure,
You're so endearing,
And your demure,
Is so appealing.

But throw your fists
With such consistence,
Well then expect,
Your due resistance.

-Joseph Bishara