Whatcha think?

Question

Ok this is a poem that I wrote about a real life preacher.

So what do y'all think?

Answer 1

nice i liked it.

i have a poem for you now:

    

     Lord i've never moved a mountain

           and iguess i never will;

            all the faith i could muster      

            wouldnt move a small ant hill.

             Yet i tell you, Lord, im grateful

          for the privilege of knowing thee,

           and for all the mountain moving

           down though my life You'vedone for me

         when i needed grace to left me

            for the depths of great despire,

          and when burdens pain and sorrow

             have been more than i can bear,

          you have always been my helper

                  to restore lifes troubled sea,

             and to move thoes mountains

           that have looked so big to me.

                   many times when i've had problems

           and bills i've had to pay,

                   and the worries and heartaches

            just keep mounting every day,

                 Lord i've never moved a mountain,

             for my faith is far to small,

                    yet i thank you Lord of Heaven

                  you have always heard my call.

               and as long as there are mountains

                   in my life i'll have no fear.

                       For the mountain moving Jesus

                 he shall make them disappear!

Answer 2

ha ha that's great made me smile and laugh

great choice of words and dialect!

Answer 3

i actually got this published in horse deals magazine when i was 15....i was so happy

Filly From h**l

The time had come to break my first horse

Unbroken, outspoken, evil, uncaring

Arab X Stock Horse, pretty, untamed

A filly that didn't care for any Parelli game

Bottle reared and spoilt

taught nothing of manners

food was everything to her

it called her waving banners

the time had come to lunge her

which was easier said then done

the circle became a weird shape

and her a smokin gun

ears pinned back, legs flailing

i was out of there straight under the railing

huffing and puffing glad i'm alive

she turned to me, with evil in her eyes

for months i tried to be her best friend

for months i dived under that fence, i stood

my ground, i didn't give in, i was going to break her

CRUSH HER LIKE A TIN!

I tried to get help from wherever i could

people from all places said they new that they should

but fear overtook them when they heard all the facts

i begged and i pleaded, then finally one caved

finally i thought, finally i'm saved

bruised and battered i met him at the gate

he looked me up and down and said "am i too late?"

I led him to where she stood, attacking all who intruded

nick said "i'll fix her"..."you will???" i concluded

one month later all was as good as could be

except for the occasional escape up the tree

we found her a home where she can now rule

and i feel quite safe now, although a slight fool

Answer 4

Good one Kevin...think Catamount should be saltered?  Bout the only thing you can do with tough old meat....

Next time...saddle that bronc with a saddle with widowmaker swells, might help keep you on!!!

p.s...was it the black or the palomino???

Actually, pretty good stuff...gonna save it if you don't mind...

***EDIt...*SNORT, GIGGLE*

Amanda...I saved yours too...

Answer 5

Very nice. I like it a lot actually.

Answer 6

I love it