Thoughts that sometime...rhyme

I’ve written a song in my head I know it would be a hit But since it’s in my head I can’t seem to remember it. Sign in to see full entry.

What if a poem Could write itself What would it say? Could we understand In the conventional way? How many phrases Off the shelf If a poem could Not control itself? Night moon’s milky swirls Stars gazing in wonder Among lightning’s ferocious bolts Thunder, the stammering of dolts Roars the sky... Sign in to see full entry.

Sometimes it helps to have music on when writing poetry. Of course that music could influence what appears on the page, but that is the fun of it after all. I was listening to Joe Bonamassa’s Slow Train as I wrote this. I’ll include the link, try it, you might like it.... Sign in to see full entry.

Fig Newton stew Who knew? Oreo crackers Dipped in milk Taste smooth As silk Ritz cracker salad Not half bad Grilled ham Grilled cheese Tomato soup If you please A melon Named Helen Ice cream Rice dream Jim Beam Dessert Sign in to see full entry.

Summer is slowly dying Its hot breath on my shoulder Puts out less sunshine every day Yet while I wilt The summer is passing away Streams slow to trickle Not enough water My fancy To tickle Sun tearing a hole in the sky A little further away Each day smaller hole Is all I know The lawn lays flat and... Sign in to see full entry.

Setting on the front porch Drinking Chardonnay Waiting for the apocalypse I wonder how I will know When its time Or will I have to watch The Rush Limbaugh show? Four horsemen just rode by Asking for the nearest McDonald’s They had a hankering For a French Fry. They said they would be back for me I... Sign in to see full entry.

Where do old computers go when they die? Are there just gigabytes floating around in the sky And when the hard drive comes in from its last read and write When next the motherboard calls, “wake up sleepy head!” Does the drive reply, “bug off, I’m dead.” Pray tell good sir or ma’am What happens to... Sign in to see full entry.

As time slips grindingly through my fingers I cannot hold on, tight though I may grip Grain after grain Grin after pain Time and time Never again All the sunsets that slipped into the sea I remember them all, no longer to be Day after day Time wafts away One more always Hospital bed props up a frail... Sign in to see full entry.

And summer continues to hide Behind the thundering gray Lugubrious clouds spitting down On everyone and everything. Swirling, churning Ever unfurling Lightning pops Sparks turn to rain drops Hail stones Gutters groan Fields of hay knocked flat Just like that Oh wait! It’s still spring. Sign in to see full entry.

Way back in the old times, Mother Goose got all the good rhymes, and now Jack Sprat and Jack-be-nimble are under contract with the fairy-tale Union. What we need in these perilous days, are some rhymes that would help us mend our destructive ways. So meet Annie Acid Rain, if we don’t stop her she... Sign in to see full entry.