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By David Pekrul on October 8, 2008
It was early in December, They had gathered out of fear, As the bombs were falling ’round them, cries of terror filled each ear, And they saw the buildings falling, And they watched the people die, And they heard the women screaming and they saw the children cry. As the skies were turning hazy, With [...]
Posted in War Poems | Tagged alone, Belief, Bended Knee, Blast, Bombs, Brother, child, Children, Closer Than A Brother, cry, dark, Darkness, Ears, Faith, falling, Fear, Fears, feeling, Fire, Friend, Galilee, god, God In Heaven, Great God, Heaven, Hell, joy, Lost, peace, people, Prayer, scream, Shout, Storms, Terror, Urge
By David Pekrul on October 6, 2008
Ever present was the feeling, He was missing out on life, When the girl he met got pregnant, And he took her as his wife. Many plans were in his future, Many things that he would do, Now he has a wife and baby, And he feels his life is through. Though he tried to [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged alone, Array, baby, courage, Depression, dream, dreams, feeling, forever, girl, Hell, Lace, Life, Lousy Joke, love, Many Things, Marriage, Mother, sin, Solace, Torment, wife, woman, Worries
By David Pekrul on September 13, 2008
My head’s in the sand, And my butt’s in the air, I’m hiding from trouble, Not saying a prayer. I think no one sees me, I’m far out of sight, Now all’s back to normal, And everything’s right. If I can’t see hunger, It doesn’t exist, If nations are fighting, I can’t see their [...]
Posted in Human Rights, War Poems | Tagged Butt, dark, Darkness, Fist, Head In The Sand, Hunger, Out Of Sight, Prayer, Real World, world
By David Pekrul on September 6, 2008
To the tune of “Town Without A Pity” I met her at the grocery store, And I said, “Hello”, but she just swore, And that caught me by surprise, I could not believe my eyes, What a girl with PMS would do. I asked her on a lovely date, But her eyes were red and [...]
Posted in Funny Poems | Tagged alone, eyes, Full Of Hate, girl, Girl Talk, Grocery Store, Hell, love, Pms, Pretty Girl, Shock, Surprise, Tea, war
By David Pekrul on August 23, 2008
When Daddy bought a little horse, I thought it strange; it was of course, The thing just didn’t look quite right, But I was small and not too bright. Had leathery skin from head to toe, But way back then I didn’t know, That horses had a thing called hair, Like puppies, cats and also [...]
Posted in Funny Poems | Tagged Armour, Cats, Dad, Daddy, Dinosaur, Ears, Eating Meat, Feet, Head To Toe, Horses, Leathery Skin, Little Horse, love, Pies, Pony, Puppies, Remorse, Scales, Teeth
By David Pekrul on August 22, 2008
This poem is based on an actual dream that I had. I had a dream the other day, Its vision will not go away, About some people dressed in gowns, (I know how strange this story sounds.) Each gown was separate from the rest, With different colours they were blest, And everyone had points [...]
Posted in Inspirational Poems | Tagged alone, Ancient Books, Cease, Colours, D White, Dirt, Dirty Looks, dream, Fraud, Full Of Hate, Glare, god, Gowns, Jesus, Knees, Lace, Lost, love, peace, people, Poem, Prayer, Rain, Religious Folk, Revelations, scene, Scripture, Silence, Solemn Prayer, Sounds, Virgin Mary, war, Way To God, Wisdom, Womb, Yolk
By David Pekrul on August 14, 2008
I want to eat a pork chop and love to eat a steak, But people try to change my mind and say it’s a mistake, To eat a living creature; they say that it’s a sin, But I would challenge their beliefs; now where do I begin? To try to live on lettuce would leave [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Belief, Calamari, change, Colossians 2, feeling, For you, Job, leave me, Lettuce, loss, love, Mistake, people, Pork Chop, Porkchop, Protein, Red Red Wine, Red Wine, Shrimp, sin, Tea, Veggies
By David Pekrul on August 11, 2008
Rockin’ rhythms, ever livin’ Beat is poundin’, always givin’ Always jumpin’; always thumpin’ Hear the music as it’s pumpin’ Digital is always playin’ But I can’t hear what it’s sayin’ Nerves are twitchin’; this is bitchin’ In the den and in the kitchen Sounds are all that I am hearin’ But I love it and [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Digital Music, Hear Music, love, Music, Nerves, Play Music, Play The Music, Pumpin, Rhythms, Seeds, Sounds
By David Pekrul on August 11, 2008
He rode into town in the back of a truck, A man on a mission, who, hoping with luck, Would find the young zealots who murdered his Dad, And vowed he’d take vengeance with all that he had. Was late in the evening, and chores had been done, He’d gone to the bedroom to tuck [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Boulders, Bushes, Chill, Chores, Cowards, Dad, Father, feeling, Feelings, god, heart, heartache, Hill, Lain, Loud Voice, Man On A Mission, Muck, pain, Pleasure, Porch, Pure Evil, Rain, Running, sin, soul, Sound Of The Wind, Torch, Torment, Tormented Souls, Tree, Vengeance, war, Zealots
By David Pekrul on August 11, 2008
I walked upon a razor’s edge, My feet were bleeding crimson red, The pain was great, I slipped and fell, And landed in the pit of Hell. And Satan greeted me with glee, He said, “How are you, can’t you see, That you are in my world to stay? I own your soul and you [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged blood, dark, Darkness, Feet, Foe, Glee, Hell, Little Hope, Little Peace, pain, peace, Pit Of Hell, Razor S Edge, Rush, Satan, Savior, soul, Spoon, Sweet Release, Total Darkness, Veins, Visions, Voices, world
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