I stepped into the sunshine
Of a friendly prairie dream
Where Willie's Roadhouse kept me company
Through the endless fields of cream
As I drove along this highway
Excitement cruising through my veins
Driving further from all cares
And all my worldly chains
Looking forward to a meeting
Of souls reuniting on this earth
Family growing and love expanding
Proving again what life is really worth
And all in anticipation
Of those first angelic smiles
From a brand new little niece
I have traveled miles and miles.
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 18, 2016
Thursday, April 14, 2016
Friend or Foe?
I've seen the face of envy
Felt the bitterness flow in waves
It left me feeling sorry
For the friendship I couldn't save
No matter the rhyme or reason
Whether trust was earned or not
With the changing of each season
The bark slowly overspread with rot
Now in quiet reflection
Knowing that all is gone
Perhaps it was all just an illusion
Meant to steer me wrong.
Felt the bitterness flow in waves
It left me feeling sorry
For the friendship I couldn't save
No matter the rhyme or reason
Whether trust was earned or not
With the changing of each season
The bark slowly overspread with rot
Now in quiet reflection
Knowing that all is gone
Perhaps it was all just an illusion
Meant to steer me wrong.
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