My Child

(a poem for each)

When sunset shimmers dimly in these old eyes,
In the twilight of my time upon this earth,
I'll at once get images quickly from these old files,
And in the highlights of my life will be your birth.

by Joseph Bishara

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A silly rhyme written just to see if i could

Fishin' with a loaded .44

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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

A Song I Wrote After Insulting A Friend

With foolish words
did I offend?
Did I insult and injure
a dear and faithful friend?

If drops of blood,
could cleanse this stain,
believe me my friend,
I would draw against my vein.

Perhaps with time,
this mark will fade.
With years I will rebuild
what I tore in a day.

By Joseph Bishara