Thoughts that sometime...rhyme

June Moon Spoon Goon Guffawing Loving Over Too Soon Even For June. Where’s Beaver Cleaver The Eager Kid And All That Junk? Trunk? A Kiss Under The Moonlight Is Better Than A Kiss Under The Arm! On The Farm? Can’t Rhyme? Don’t Whine, Just Dine On Sherbet And Eel See How Much Better You Feel! Haiku!... Sign in to see full entry.

The rains’ cold hiss Whispers past the drawn drapes Inviting me to stay in By the fires’ crackle. Wind driven branches scrape the windows Wanting in, it’s cold with no leaves for cover. I, in turn roll over And snuggle my 98.6 degree lover. Darkness’ fingers sprawl through the valley Soon every... Sign in to see full entry.

Autumn’s paint brush The tree stands guard by the road. Soon it will lighten it’s green leafy load. One branch stands out from all the rest. One branch meets the artists test. Nearby other branches seeking attention reach for the sky Closer we draw to a wonderland of colors etched delicately in... Sign in to see full entry.

The sun spent the summer shining down. In the fall the leaves dress up brightly with colors like a circus clown Stored from those long Hot days. Now in their last hurrah trees, shrubs and bushes tremble at the slightest breeze as they release the promise of another summer yet to come. Soon, nature’s... Sign in to see full entry.

The Lake A place to get away To watch… the wind whisper through the trees as geese honk, announcing their arrival. A place to drop a line and contemplate the mists rising from the early morning water. Here there are no cell-phones. Here there is no internet. No TV. The calm interrupted only by the... Sign in to see full entry.

Words Running Around Looking like a poem? Any rhyme They Call Hoem? Simple worlds masquerading as universal truth? Like candy irritating a rotten tooth Rooted out by the floss of logic. Moments Shining So brilliantly The sun blushes Then runs behind a cloud. Words Pretending To mean something... Sign in to see full entry.

There is an egg on my plate It could have been a chicken But now hardboiled I think it’s too late. Sign in to see full entry.

Tick The day is over, or is it? Little pieces come back to haunt. Things that need finished or polished. Or re-done completely. Tock The night is here. Or is it? Dark the sun goes down. Yet the dishes from lunch sit in the sink a dirty bunch. The clock Struck Us all. Sneaking down the hall thinking... Sign in to see full entry.

I am a doctor. The expectant mother is about to deliver. The sweating, straining and months her body has been forming a new life are almost over then The fetal monitor flashes an ominous warning. We have no heartbeat just as the head crowns the baby is delivered the wrong color - blue and still... Sign in to see full entry.

A dream beckoned. I crawled into a dream, it was warm and comfy, I think I had been there before and as I snuggled in the real world began to disappear it was all beauty here no nasty people, nothing to fear. I licked an ice cream cone made from the sweet parts of life until my tongue became the... Sign in to see full entry.