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
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!
Showing posts with label learning. Show all posts
Showing posts with label learning. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
No wonder!
When the secret is revealed
When the scales fall from your eyes
It's the dawn of understanding
Of the stress behind the sighs
Now we can move forward
And help our little bird
Knowing is half the battle
We want her voice to be heard
When the scales fall from your eyes
It's the dawn of understanding
Of the stress behind the sighs
Now we can move forward
And help our little bird
Knowing is half the battle
We want her voice to be heard
Monday, August 12, 2013
Learning lessons
It's crazy how a little word
Is all it takes to be heard
Just putting out what's on your mind
Is the easiest way of not living blind
We have to take and look and feel
But in the end, nothing seems real
An existential experiment
To learn just why we have been sent
Is all it takes to be heard
Just putting out what's on your mind
Is the easiest way of not living blind
We have to take and look and feel
But in the end, nothing seems real
An existential experiment
To learn just why we have been sent
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