The songbird's mate was chosen well
To guard the nest in which they dwell
The birdlings call with tiny tweets
Receiving love and gifts and many sweets
As the songbird must travel, must spread his wings
And regale the masses as he sings
His job is such that he cannot stay
But he carries his home while he's away
Within his heart he's learned the tune
That rare refrain that only he can croon
It speaks to love and fidelity
Despite his whirlwind reality
But carry it well he does and must
As his happy home he leaves in trust
An attempt to write a poem a day for a whole year... no guarantees on quality - just quantity!
A poem a day to keep brain rot away
Join me as I attempt to create a poem a day... whether awesome, bawdy, corny, dreadful, entertaining, fabulous, gross or hilariously hokey, I will try to string together everything from couplets to limericks - just for the fun of fiddling with words!
May 3rd, 2012
Today is quite a special day. I have actually reached the one year mark. I posted my first poem on May 3rd, 2011. I have had a great time doing this. It has basically become a habit and I don’t really want to stop. So, I am going to continue this thread because I have enjoyed it so much. It’s true that most of the poems were terrible. Some were good (or at least I thought so!) but mostly they were a reflection of something I either saw that day, thought of, felt or heard. In any case, I hope you have enjoyed the ride as much as I have. Here’s to letting the word out – come what may!
Monday, April 15, 2013
Saturday, April 13, 2013
DW2013 #2
A tiny mouse started the ball
One man's dream encompassed it all
A fine example of imagination
Brought to life by inspiration
Now we all enjoy the memory
Of a brilliant mind's legacy
One man's dream encompassed it all
A fine example of imagination
Brought to life by inspiration
Now we all enjoy the memory
Of a brilliant mind's legacy
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
DWHS
The silver screen reeled us in
With fun and joy we all win
No stopping progress, this is true
But the classic flicks are dyed in blue
With fun and joy we all win
No stopping progress, this is true
But the classic flicks are dyed in blue
Labels:
Disney,
disneyworld,
Hollywood Studios,
orlando,
poem,
poetry
Monday, April 8, 2013
Today
Today we chased the sun
Today we had a lot of fun
Today the world was ours
If only for a few hours
And now we fall asleep
In memory the day to keep
Today we had a lot of fun
Today the world was ours
If only for a few hours
And now we fall asleep
In memory the day to keep
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Tree of life
We stood around the tree of life
And marvelled at this land
Asking how the mind works
To guide the capable hand
And marvelled at this land
Asking how the mind works
To guide the capable hand
Saturday, April 6, 2013
DW2013
We're finally here!
The happiest place on earth
Let's make this week last
The happiest place on earth
Let's make this week last
Thursday, April 4, 2013
It worked
That's one for the little guy
The one who hardly speaks
Who accepts what's been given
Even if it reeks
Learning how to ask
Is really the very first move
Knowing when to speak
Will get you in the groove
The one who hardly speaks
Who accepts what's been given
Even if it reeks
Learning how to ask
Is really the very first move
Knowing when to speak
Will get you in the groove
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Rainbow
This is an invitation
To anyone who cares
To show your inner being
Let's wait and see who dares
So few can show or tell us
Of their brightly coloured soul
For fear of recrimination
For fear of being swallowed whole
To anyone who cares
To show your inner being
Let's wait and see who dares
So few can show or tell us
Of their brightly coloured soul
For fear of recrimination
For fear of being swallowed whole
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Questing
Cutting through the chatter
Of an endless crowded square
Knowing that the details
Are often hard to share
Searching for the faces
Of those we thought we knew
Wondering now that they
Seem to be so few
Although we want to seek
The truth of history
We often close our eyes
To things we dare not see
Of an endless crowded square
Knowing that the details
Are often hard to share
Searching for the faces
Of those we thought we knew
Wondering now that they
Seem to be so few
Although we want to seek
The truth of history
We often close our eyes
To things we dare not see
Monday, April 1, 2013
Anticipation
Three sleeps
Just three sleeps
How will we ever
Make it to Thursday?
Three sleeps
Just three sleeps
But it just drags on
And we have to wait.
Just three sleeps
How will we ever
Make it to Thursday?
Three sleeps
Just three sleeps
But it just drags on
And we have to wait.
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