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!

Thursday, June 11, 2015

Whiplash

A pounding in my veins
Leaves me breathless and aware
Of the visceral beat inside me
The sound coursing through the air

A tempo made to measure
A driving beat made real
A movement I can't smother
For it's what I live and feel

Pushed beyond my limits
Sweat beading on my brow
Lost within the measures
I've finally understood how

And now the door is open
And I'm walking tall and proud
I can truly be called "Master"
I've thrown off my heavy shroud

You meant to tame my spirit
Tried to break my inherent will
But in the end your twisted madness
Was a sugar-coated pill

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Intent

I left a blank space waiting
To be filled at a future date
A space just white and calling
Like a clean and empty plate

I've now a twisted sense to share
Of motions gone awry
Of intent and fate ensnared
Leaving a coiled and knotted lie

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

A-lone

A-drifting we are going
A-drifting through a sea
Of mermaid tales and foam
Of little bits of you and me

A-sailing we are going
A-sailing through a gale
Of blustery winds and rain
Of occasional pelts of hail

A-searching we are going
A-searching through a mist
Of broken thoughts and promises
Of a long and lonely tryst