Left to our own devices
We'd all be kids on crack
A bunch of wired idiots
With no thought of going back
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!
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Poet Laureate
From the Emerald Isle you came our way
Through your quill you had so much to say
A master voice in all things grand
Writ down for the ages in loving hand
Now home you've gone your sleep you've earned
Leaving us far better, wiser and learned
Through your quill you had so much to say
A master voice in all things grand
Writ down for the ages in loving hand
Now home you've gone your sleep you've earned
Leaving us far better, wiser and learned
Labels:
Ireland,
Noble prize,
poem,
poet laureate,
poetry,
RIP,
Seamus Heaney
Friday, August 30, 2013
Stop the noise
Too much noise
Too much confusion
Too many things going on
Not enough voice
Not enough will power
Not enough time for this song
Too much confusion
Too many things going on
Not enough voice
Not enough will power
Not enough time for this song
Labels:
back to school,
break too long,
confusion,
noise,
poem,
poetry,
summer
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Pathways
So long ago I found
A gentle path to follow
But then I lost my way
And felt my soul get hollow
I'm doing my best to remember
Just how I found that way
But I've strayed so far that now
All paths look mostly grey
A gentle path to follow
But then I lost my way
And felt my soul get hollow
I'm doing my best to remember
Just how I found that way
But I've strayed so far that now
All paths look mostly grey
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Didn't want to hear that
When horror enters the mind
It's then so very hard to find
A quiet, resting spot
Away from all the rot
To fend of irrational fears
Can take too many years
It's then so very hard to find
A quiet, resting spot
Away from all the rot
To fend of irrational fears
Can take too many years
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Perfect blend
Ah! Java, you fiendish friend!
Need you, want you, but in the end
Your caffeine kick is my foe
As you cause my body too much woe!
Need you, want you, but in the end
Your caffeine kick is my foe
As you cause my body too much woe!
Labels:
coffee,
coffee beans,
Java,
poem,
poetry,
Starbucks,
Tim Hortons
Monday, August 26, 2013
Fire in the Wood
Watch the wood burn
Watch the sparks fly
Watch the fire flame out
Watch the ash darken the sky
We've managed the forests our way
We've squelched all natural burn
We've imposed what we want
We've forgotten that we must learn
The woods have their own language
The woods have their own life
The woods have their own reckoning
The woods have their own strife
Watch the sparks fly
Watch the fire flame out
Watch the ash darken the sky
We've managed the forests our way
We've squelched all natural burn
We've imposed what we want
We've forgotten that we must learn
The woods have their own language
The woods have their own life
The woods have their own reckoning
The woods have their own strife
Labels:
burn,
California,
fire,
forest fire,
Natural Parks,
poem,
poetry,
smoke,
wood,
Yosemite
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Careful what you say
Words can have such an effect
Rip and shred or mend and heal
We take for granted what we say
In anger, pain or carelessness
Yet reflecting back on who we are
You realize that words
Can leave a bitter scar
Rip and shred or mend and heal
We take for granted what we say
In anger, pain or carelessness
Yet reflecting back on who we are
You realize that words
Can leave a bitter scar
Friday, August 23, 2013
Remembering tomorrow
If dreaming was reality
Then waking up would be a dream
In many ways that's what we live
When looking around at what we give
This haze of thought in which we dwell
Is far from those golden shores above
Where each day is brighter than any summer
And the bluest sky is matched only by the river
From what people remember and mystics glimpse
We can surely understand
That we're here to learn about our souls
To accomplish our own very personal goals
Then waking up would be a dream
In many ways that's what we live
When looking around at what we give
This haze of thought in which we dwell
Is far from those golden shores above
Where each day is brighter than any summer
And the bluest sky is matched only by the river
From what people remember and mystics glimpse
We can surely understand
That we're here to learn about our souls
To accomplish our own very personal goals
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Good times
Family, friends, laughter and wine
Always make an evening shine
Knowing that you're surrounded by love
Is the biggest gift from up above
Sharing with those most dear
Makes the important things very clear
Always make an evening shine
Knowing that you're surrounded by love
Is the biggest gift from up above
Sharing with those most dear
Makes the important things very clear
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