Bikeman

On a busy industrial hub
Encosed amidst the fray
The bikeman sits watching
The workers hustling through each day
His shop a tangle of parts
Wheels and rims and oil and chains
Barely room for his gleaming pate
To negotiate all his gains
But known to all is he
Keen of eye and crazy too
Because despite his eccentricity
Freespirits like him are sadly few
So although a challenger mocked his style
All shiny, fast and slick
He still rides when all the while
His foe's heart has ceased to tick

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Out of time

I'm sorry I almost let the day end
Without a poem for my internet friends
So here's a small rhyme
Before I run out of time
And the clock says that my challenge has come to an end!


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Change

As each little thing finally gets done
I get a very happy feeling
Despite the gloomy weather I see the sun
Because I see the day approaching.
Soon we will be starting anew
But in a bigger and better way,
Our eyes will see a different view
As they greet each dawning day.
But for now my aching muscles
Are crying out for some rest,
For now, no more bodily tussles
I know heading to bed is best!

Five Frogs

Five frisky frogs
Were frolicking in a field
While fifteen fireflies
Lit up the night skies




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Song Smith

How does it feel to have the music flow from you
To hear the melody long before others do
To see its shape and taste its colour
To own the song others would master?

Tell me, song-smith, what's in your veins
How the ease that gives others such pain?
Is it merely divine inspiration
Or hours of toil and perspiration?

Whatever the secret of your success
Know that I consider you blessed
You hold a magic in your hand
Without which our lives would be ever so bland.


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Faith

Of all the lives I've ever dreamt
None has from the start,
Given me such beauty
As this one from the heart.

Although right now my feet seem mired
In some putrid smelling muck,
I know ere long the winds will change
And I'll see myself unstuck.

And so it goes from year to year,
Some up, some down, some filled with fear,
But through it all the sky stays blue,
for all my faith I've placed in You.

In anticipation

Watching the change as the seasons turn
I slowly but surely start to yearn
For a carefree stretch of sizzling sand
Warmed whipped winds and an island band

To escape for a bit this reality
And slip from our rigid formality
Into something much freer and less constrained
Which will bolster the soul and refresh the brain

To wile away the long, sunlit hours
And smell the fresh-cut garden flowers
To walk without coat, hat, mitts or shoes
And soak in the medley of lazy, hazy blues

Ah, summer you come but once a year
But to you every June I raise my beer!


Just four weeks and counting!!!

Elly's eels

Elly's eleven elegant eels
Loved eating eggs & orange peels
Early each evening their scraps she would empty
Then heap every plate with more than plenty!


You may have noticed a small pattern here... a silly rhyme will get thrown in every now and then. The silly rhymes are part of a project I started and hope to (one day) complete - writing alliteration nursery rhymes. We'll see how it goes!

Digger

Burrow deep, as far as you can go,
That's where all the treasure is buried, you know.
When the surface jewels have all run dry,
Much deeper still, the last spot left to try.

You make this world turn around
All beloved for we don't see under-ground,
The scars a reminder of our need,
Our all-consuming and voracious greed.
Hidden from our apathetic eyes,
Content we choose to believe the lies.

But one day soon we will be caught,
And our feeble try will be for nought,
For this our most rare and precious earth,
Will shake us loose in grand rebirth.


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Where is my mind?

My mind is slipping constantly
Memory flowing away from me.
All words I say turn into mush
If ever I attempt to rush.
Stuttering through a simple phrase
As if walking through a numbing haze.
Uttering not what I meant to say
And hearing the jibes, come what may.
At least I am silently coherent still
And can say what I must through my quill.

Cheerful Charlie

A rhyme for the kids.


Cheerful Charlie Crusset
Loved crunching cakes and crumpets,
His common call
When crumbs would fall
Was, "Let them be! Don't clean the crumbs,
I'll eat them off the carpet!"

Let's go

We are in a state of flux
Neither here nor there nor anywhere.
Whipped by tides of guilt
And swept in a rush of motion.
Our minds all a-whirl
Wondering where we might end up.
Groping our way through fog
We challenge notions of who we are
And demand our slice
Of this so-called life.

I'm bound to walk a tightrope
Over a canyon of jagged rocks,
My mind is always racing,
Division in my thoughts.
Though I try to find a balance,
There's no peace in store for me.
Serenity is evasive when it concerns duty & family.
Or maybe that is why, the path that I must tread,
Must atone for my sins, and fills me with such dread.
I swear, I'll never understand,
This forever flexing of my hand,
But someday it might cease
And maybe then I'll find my ease.

Go To Sleep

Your emotions my child
Have never been mild,
But it has become quite clear
That tiredness exasperates them, my dear.
Though going to sleep you despise,
We can tell from your red-rimmed eyes
That slumbering in your bed
Is what you need, instead
You stay up counting sheep,
Twisting, turning, and making us weep.
Your persistence will serve you well
When later on you must ring your own bell.
Just for now we must contend
With a resistance that never seems to end.

Awakening

Rain falls constantly
Sloughing away the dust and
Dirt of winter's sleep

My sad attempt at a Haiku!

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Monday's edition

So, I just posted what should have been yesterday's poem - and here is today's. A nursery rhyme to add to the growing collection.


A good and gentle gardener
Was gifted with green thumbs,
His garden grew sweet garlic, grapes,
green beans, gourds and golden geraniums!

Sunday Slip

Sorry about missing a day... it was crazy busy from the moment my feet hit the floor until I collapsed in an exhausted heap at nearly midnight. I should have planned a post, but I had NO time at all to think up flowery words - so, today I will post two poems to make up for it.


Watching you walk down that aisle,
Made me proud
And made me smile.
In a few short years you've really grown
And from this nest, in another few years
You will have flown.
The man you'll be slowly forming
The baby-ness quickly dissolving.
Now, the next time I watch you walk down that aisle
On your arm another women will smile.
And I will sit and soak it up,
Knowing happiness is a never-ending cup.

Little Lemur

A nursery rhyme for the young 'uns.

Little lemur leaping lightly,
Through the lovely lily fronds,
Leap now through the forest spritely
But watch out for those 'gator ponds!

Longing

Why must you be so beautiful?
You make my heart bleed.
To kiss your eyes, your hands, your lips,
An all consuming need.
Your voice a haunting melody,
That stokes an inner fire,
With words that sing right to my soul
And burn me with desire.
But alas you are a shining star
And me an earth-bound being
Who can only gaze at you from afar
While our lives we go on living.


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Choppers

Watch the grace in the blue-sheath skin
As the water dance continues, showing the power within.
Satin wings blur in a flurry of flight,
Catching the sun, reflecting the light.
The perfect blueprint for rising, rising up, up so high,
We copied it, yes, we got ours to fly,
But it's a clumsy steel shell, heavy and loud,
Nothing of which nature could ever be proud.
No balletic turns over a diamond-shot drink,
Or breezy-aired kisses sent over the brink.
The tiniest of dragons, your name rings true,
But no fire or smoke will we ever get from you,
Just a sweet pas-de-deux, played over the glade,
While we can only aim for a straighter-edged blade.

Circles

Again, something that came out of the last GB meeting... last one, I promise!

He stands up to you
You can't push him around
And it's fun to see that
Your bullying has run aground!

No more king of the hill
Your small fiefdom crushed
Your bubble burst
Your tyranny hushed.

Now in your place you sit
Fuming, burning, wondering
From where you got hit.
But it's not all bad,
For that power, you see,
Was something you never had.

ZZZZZzzzzzz

This isn't really a poem, just a stream of consciousness as I sat in our GB meeting yesterday evening...


Inanity
Insanity
Planning
Damning
Parrying
Thrusting
Sparring
Jarring
Break
Take
Snack
Wrack
Guilt
Silt
Shifting
Drifting
Wandering
Pandering
Budgeting
Fidgeting
Clarity
Parity
Drone
Drone
Drone
Drone
Drone
Drone
Escape!

Chaotic

Here we sit with mandates each,
Elected to serve, but power just out of reach.
We talk and turn and fight and plan
But real action a sleight of hand,
For despite the urge to shape our world,
Outcomes are bound in a chaotic swirl,
That hover just beyond our grasp,
Regardless of how we try to clasp
A future in that foggy fate
That we like to think that we can shape.


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Mother's Day

Several times in everday,
A little hand will reach for mine,
And a tiny voice will ask my say,
On subjects comic, real and divine.
And though my temper's often short
And from my lips a curt retort,
Their trusting gaze speaks to my heart,
And to earn their love I must start,
For I know in time they'll understand,
And may never again reach for my hand.


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Amiable Alice

Another one for the kiddies...

Amiable Alice needed an atlas
In order to find the Nile,
She assumed Abyssinnia
Was south of America
And that the waters ran but half a mile


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Divide

My friend has betrayed me.
No more climbing trees
Or chasing green and errant leaves.
No more sprinting fast uphill
For fun or just the mighty thrill.
Gone the days of swimming all day
traipsing blithely come what may.
No more white and glamorous nights,
Dancing 'till dawn - such delights.
We were one, not any more.
We each walked through a different door.
She's chosen age and twilight's call,
While I still want to have it all.
From now until I close my eyes,
We both, each other must despise,
For I refuse to change my course,
And refuse to drink - just like the horse.

Hope

Obama's speech was hope and light
But not for people on the right,
His vision of hope and democracy
Was certainly not for the Land of the Free.
His birthright questioned,
His policies stalled
His detractors triumphed
Through the Congress squall.
Now with the markets generally tanking
Housing's plummet and corrupt banking,
Though none his fault
He's left all alone
To shoulder the blame
For the previous king,
Who left the throne.

Madoff's Melody

Show me where my money went
My cash you have so clearly spent,
No thought of guilt or consequence
Just living large at my expense.
Your inner rot may not show
But it taints the air around, you know.
Now you sit in a gilded cage,
While I must toil to earn a wage.
Instead of enjoying a well-earned rest
I now must give my very best
Or find myself crying salty tears
As I waste these golden years.
But change place with you I never would
For I have acted as I should,
And so my sleep at night is deep
For what we sow we all must reap.



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Merry widow

Let's kick this off with a children's rhyme just to get into the spirit of it... and before the dark, deep and desperate stuff comes flowing forth!

Merry widow singing boldly
From the center of your web,
Your eerie song strikes most coldly
Now your belly has been fed.