Standing room only
What a way to spend my time
But if there's any trouble
Then it will surely be worth my dime
Better safe than sorry
Is what parents breathe
For nothing's more dear to us
Than our precious seed
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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!
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Friday, September 30, 2011
Light switch
Walked through a garden of peace
Watched the "V" of leaving geese
Wondering where they will go
Escaping the inevitable snow
Knowing now that the future is plastic
Not captured for ages with an instamatic
Focused on turning off the switch
That has caused this insane and frightening glitch
Understanding that only with faith
Can we attempt to change our fate
Watched the "V" of leaving geese
Wondering where they will go
Escaping the inevitable snow
Knowing now that the future is plastic
Not captured for ages with an instamatic
Focused on turning off the switch
That has caused this insane and frightening glitch
Understanding that only with faith
Can we attempt to change our fate
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Quiet
One hour of quiet in a busy day
Is so like heaven because I get to play
In my mind I frolick and run
And around the waterfalls have so much fun
No better cure for cares and woes
Than feeling the sand wash over my toes
And hearing sweet whispers in my ear
Promising my heart will always be near
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Is so like heaven because I get to play
In my mind I frolick and run
And around the waterfalls have so much fun
No better cure for cares and woes
Than feeling the sand wash over my toes
And hearing sweet whispers in my ear
Promising my heart will always be near
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Dreams
They slip away like fingers gripping sand
Images that haunt your thoughts and leave you desperate to understand
Try as you might feelings are all that get left behind
And figuring them out is often like walking blind
Once in a while a fleeting sequence will be yours to keep
But only until the very next time you close your eyes to sleep
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
Images that haunt your thoughts and leave you desperate to understand
Try as you might feelings are all that get left behind
And figuring them out is often like walking blind
Once in a while a fleeting sequence will be yours to keep
But only until the very next time you close your eyes to sleep
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Suffrage
Black ghosts flitting through life
Allowed to vote but definitely not drive
Always yearning, wanting more
But never permitted past the door
When will the justices see the error
Of imposing this form of accepted terror
On those who give life and nurture the youth
And ultimately pass on their culture and truth
Allowed to vote but definitely not drive
Always yearning, wanting more
But never permitted past the door
When will the justices see the error
Of imposing this form of accepted terror
On those who give life and nurture the youth
And ultimately pass on their culture and truth
Monday, September 26, 2011
2011
Riding another recession
Nothing we do seems to be right
Stresses are piling up
And now reality is starting to bite
Trying our best to keep happy
But there just doesn't seem to be any respite
And just when things look up
A curtain falls and there's no end in sight
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Nothing we do seems to be right
Stresses are piling up
And now reality is starting to bite
Trying our best to keep happy
But there just doesn't seem to be any respite
And just when things look up
A curtain falls and there's no end in sight
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhonether rce
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Optimism
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Idylle
Here lie two lost souls
Bound together through hard luck
Sealed for eternity
Because fate seemed to be stuck
Best of friends found hand in hand
In a place most obscure
Having left behind all they knew
Staring over in a place most pure
Their trials may have seemed great
But in the end it's clear
They had the better luck
Of all those they held most dear
So don't despair of their lives
They were blessed beyond belief
Being here together
Brought more than just comfort and relief
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
Bound together through hard luck
Sealed for eternity
Because fate seemed to be stuck
Best of friends found hand in hand
In a place most obscure
Having left behind all they knew
Staring over in a place most pure
Their trials may have seemed great
But in the end it's clear
They had the better luck
Of all those they held most dear
So don't despair of their lives
They were blessed beyond belief
Being here together
Brought more than just comfort and relief
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
Friday, September 23, 2011
Indian summer
Here we are again
Raising our glass to summer's last grin
Excitement is running high
As we bask under an azure sky
Last long weekend before the cold
Comes along to take firm hold
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Raising our glass to summer's last grin
Excitement is running high
As we bask under an azure sky
Last long weekend before the cold
Comes along to take firm hold
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Birds and bbbb's
Can you see the bee?
Spell it right or see it flee
Social media has exposed the truth
Webster's has now become moot
Sign it well or not at all
It doesn't matter on your wall
Just put down whatever you choose
Because it matters we all lose
But find the gem and we will laugh
Because in the end it's still a gaff!
Spell it right or see it flee
Social media has exposed the truth
Webster's has now become moot
Sign it well or not at all
It doesn't matter on your wall
Just put down whatever you choose
Because it matters we all lose
But find the gem and we will laugh
Because in the end it's still a gaff!
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