The Poetry of RenSpur

Rented Dreams I am on a charter bus of rented dreams, They are just for lease, it seems, The driver asked me for the fare to pay, But as to how much he didn't say. Among the passengers, writers of books and magazines, Magic players from unbeaten teams, Actors and musicians, who perform and play,... Sign in to see full entry.

FROG AND POLLYWOG In the early morning fog, Down by the swampy bog, On a soggy old log, Sat a frog and pollywog. "I saw you were chased by a dog," Said the tender young pollywog, "Wasn't a dog but a hog," Said the pompous old frog. "How can you tell between a hog and dog?" Quizzed the snippety... Sign in to see full entry.

Wedding Toast Dedicated to newly weds. Your song's upon the wind, on each other you now depend, and always will depend, on the music that you blend. This harmony in the air, is sweet and soft and fair, a tender loving prayer, like no other can compare. And when the orchestra has gone, may your song... Sign in to see full entry.

Gossamer Webs Time heals all wounds. But at times it seems overwhelming. Gossamer webs make my vest, tho no eerie grave bears down my chest, while haunted souls do not protest, I humbly bow, but not in jest. What wickedness has brought me here, where no one will, smile or jeer, for the same to them... Sign in to see full entry.

Mental Wings Dedicated to inspiration. I sit by the window, at work, doing my chores, stay I must and can not go, yet so bound my mind soars. On wings of inventive fantasy, it has no need of doors, and can go from here to ecstacy, or other realms it explores. Over mental stream and field, like an... Sign in to see full entry.

Ghost A long forgotten soul, Whose life took a toll, Now lingers in a role, In a form that it stole. Hears the living, so much patter, They see only opaque mater, Knowing not they're a satire, Of beings from hereafter. So the whispy being moans, And of human nature groans, Who can not see creator's... Sign in to see full entry.

Would I Love Thee Dedicated to my wife. Would happy spirits lurk in shadows, or hide themselves away? Would ever a dream materialize, in the light of day? Could wind be still, and yet called that way? Would sugar sweeten honey, or sunlight not make the day? Would stars shine and twinkle, though... Sign in to see full entry.