Thoughts that sometime...rhyme

White And quiet They fall everywhere Transforming grey brown fall Into a whitescape Where rosy cheeked children Build snowmen and slide Down hills laughing All the way. Sign in to see full entry.

After all the years At sad parts of the movie Our eyes still fill with tears Our hearts swell in chorus When the lovers overcome All obstacles and finally Meld as one. Many winters we have seen And still marvel as white O’ertakes the green. The comfort of the years That bind, love’s long strands... Sign in to see full entry.

Oh Christmas time, oh Christmas time, the electronic age is so sublime. The shopping channels bright colors glow, everything from guns to mistletoe. Oh shop at home, Oh shop at home, how did we get along without you? Oh Christmas time, oh Christmas time, we’re spared from shoppers’ crouch. One never... Sign in to see full entry.

When down the snow flakes start fallling, falling ice skates and slidey toys hear frozen lakes and hills calling, calling. Then does the world that hides in winter come boldly unfurled, and beckon us to enter. Spring colors, the lights put forth their reflections dance in the night as the scenes all... Sign in to see full entry.

I sat on a shelf in my pantry between the creamed corn and artichoke hearts, contemplating black holes and wondering whether there are any around these parts? Can the physics that bend spaces and times also suck up all those irritating mimes? The answer is in sign language. Can you see it? Somewhere... Sign in to see full entry.

For it was truly Over the hill and through the woods To Grandmas house we went. Eating sumptuous food And sharing with family Was our main intent. When at last the stuffing Was stuffed and the olives All gone (off our fingers) And the dishes Packed into the dishwasher We sat and caught up On lives... Sign in to see full entry.

I suppose It’s proper to propose Most of the time It’s easy enough to rhyme Yet, being a computer nerd There is something disturbing Or so I have heard (more properly, read) there are words you don’t want to use in a poem or they will mess with your head. For these lonely words It has been claimed... Sign in to see full entry.

A small shack Clings to the edge Of a small island In a small lake. Long ago left To fend for itself Now its days are numbed As the roof succumbs To the ravages of time A stick offers little hope Of keeping the whole Thing from becoming Just another pile of boards. One wonders what life This... Sign in to see full entry.

If I want to dance on the head of a pin, just where do I begin? I’ve thought and I’ve thunk how would I ever get that shrunk? I’m too tall to be small. I’m not fat, but even at that a pin is skinny and tinny and the head is not flat so my tap shoes would make me slide off into the wild blue yonder…... Sign in to see full entry.

Flashing fingers of the sun reach down through the clouds fanning out to dazzle our poor eyes. Far off, a farm basks in a brief sun shower at the same time a cluster of broadleaf trees showing the signs of approaching fall huddle against the flank of an evergreen grove. Later, a single shaft drives... Sign in to see full entry.