Y - Hole- 1 Poem by JOE POEWHIT
Y - Hole- 1
LATE NIGHT POEM - HOLES # 1
Just like that life goes.
Flat nose - pull down hose.
What ever happen to cloths?
In the garden of Edan.
Man scratches in the ground.
Must be a living here.
Find another hole around.
Fool don't think it's profound.
Must have that hole to get around.
Life is made of peoples holes in the ground.
How deep is your life hole? ? ? ?
Big enough to hide in.
Many dig a hole and just hide.
Life holes are meant to be lived in.
GOD didn't create holes.
Man created holes in the ground.
Each hole is a persons story.
Not a golf course hole - only reality.
10/12/2006 Joe Poewhit
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JESUS SAVES
Heh! ! ! heh! ! ! ! this is so cooollll! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! I never seen a poem like this.. I mean kinda amuisng, yet carry a message too.... I enjoyed reading this one, very creative peice of work.. I honestly hope jesus will save me.. i m so lost these days... lolss lovess shan
This poem makes me think about my daughter and the hole I must put her in soon. God bless her. Sad true. I hope my hole I create will be large enough for people to remember me (or at least the me that will be left) . thanks for sharing. Keith
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I would like to translate this poem
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Aye we’ve chosen to live in hole not in Whole. Ten dr. sakti