Thoughts that sometime...rhyme

By food4thought - About Me - E-mail this page - Add to My Favorites - Add to Blog List - See other blogs in Poetry

Friday, July 1, 2005

Ode to a left over.

I’m too old to be trendy, don’t have no hair left to make all kinky and bendy. If you ask me, I still have some charms especially when I have my belt snugly up under my arms. I don’t yell, “what’s up dog?” or scream “woof-woof-woof” cause last time I did my teeth lodged in the roof. So to get down... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by food4thought at 6:58 PM | add or view comments (3) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

It’s a slidey thing

I didn’t know what it was but there it was spread out before me waiting, for what I did not know. It was above me and yes, below beckoning me to adventures such as I’m not sure I wanted then I discovered I had no choice. Like a playground slide, I stood at the top and could see everything until I... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by food4thought at 9:41 PM | add or view comments (4) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

Wednesday, June 8, 2005

Walk on the soft.

Bare feet New mown grass Sandy beach warm with sun Relax Now that the day’s race is run Walk on the soft. Put your mind in neutral It’s been grinding all day long Listen to some music A silly love song Smile Enjoy the closed eyes movie. Breathe deep The sweet relaxed air of home Set down at the... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by food4thought at 11:02 PM | add or view comments (1) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

Monday, June 6, 2005

On my side of the world.

On my side of the world. Clouds float by in a bright blue sky their shadows dappling the green hillsides. Grasses and branches ruffle in the breeze while trees sway, dancing to unheard rhythms. On the other side of the world. A car careens toward a check point ignoring a hail of gunfire, aiming for... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by food4thought at 9:07 PM | add or view comments (3) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

Thursday, June 2, 2005

Against the night

Clock’s hands spin round Sleep slips away The night owl seeks its prey While the clock just ticks away. Tired morning will knock At the door all too soon Still I stay up as if I could sleep till noon. The sandman has gone back for more Procrastination now guards sleeps door To stay up so long defies... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by food4thought at 10:58 PM | add or view comments (2) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Out of step

I’m no longer young No longer “hep” My get-up-and-go Has done lost it’s pep. It’s into bed by 9:00 That’ll do just fine And when I comb my hair There’s only one there. These days when I talk of joints I’m referring to the ones that ache And if there was something I could toke It better be for... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by food4thought at 9:06 PM | add or view comments (3) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

Thursday, May 19, 2005

What time is it?

Clouds drift by And speak to me In riddles I cannot understand What has two feet An ocean and smells like cranberries? We all live in a two foot long cranberry submarine, The walrus smacks me with a mackerel, It is holy, wears a hat like the pope. Now I am being chased by the feds Until I am saved... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by food4thought at 9:46 PM | add or view comments (1) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

Sunday, May 15, 2005

A re-post, I wasn't there yet.

Past, tense – Future, perfect. Strange worlds await astronauts Who dare fly far out into the stars Other living beings await our visit All we need is a craft fast and fair One that flies in space, not air To usher in a new age of peace And understanding, are we there yet? New days we yearn for When... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by food4thought at 7:50 PM | add or view comments (0) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

Monday, May 9, 2005

My Time Machine Deep in my closet Is my time machine. Covered in dust, Buried, Under a hodge-podge of boxes containing— who knows? Gingerly I drag it out, wipe off the years of grime and set it up. I don’t use it much these days, parts are hard to find and ever so expensive. But today I will fire it... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by food4thought at 8:46 PM | add or view comments (4) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

Friday, May 6, 2005

Bed ridden. I crawl into bed, will it be a somnambulistic carnival ride? Make sure my arms and legs are tucked comfortably and safely inside. I close my eyes, the adventure begins, as reality starts to unwind. If I am very lucky, I will completely leave my work troubled mind. Away I Am Flying higher... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by food4thought at 5:20 PM | add or view comments (2) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

April 2024
SMTWTFS
31123456
78910111213
14151617181920
21222324252627
2829301234
567891011
Apr | Newest | May
About this Blog

Just thoughts floating, sifting, twisting in the wind of perception, itself incredibly fleeting.

Recent Entries
People

Headlines (What is this?)