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.