Thoughts that sometime...rhyme

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Monday, October 31, 2011

Here Haloween Kitty

A black cat’s howl arches it’s back and rides a broom over the moon. Things flutter just out of sight it’s Halloween the frightful night when ghosts suffuse up through the ground then on my door they do pound. I know what would tame them and if would sure be handy had I not forgot to buy some candy. Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, October 23, 2011

A poem for all the kids

I went to the zoo and saw a Gnu. He asked me who are you? “I, sir,” I said “am me I think that will do.” Then I saw the elephant he was a big one, not a runt! “How can you tell your nose from your tail?” I asked. He snorted (from his nose I presumed) and asked how I could tell my nose from my tail.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, October 22, 2011

Wrapped in the color blue

I stared down at my foot Still far short from my shoe I didn’t want to do anything There is so much to do. A sigh slipped from my throat And left ripples In my sadness moat. Rain drizzled down Sogging the leaves Sticking them to the ground Now I wear a rain frown. The coat shivers over my shoulders... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, October 8, 2011

Leaves Falling

As I was out raking leaves With my lawnmower (officially it’s called mulching, the leaves the mower was gulching) When it occurred to me Sometime during the night Fall Fell. The Honey Locust leaves Yellow as fresh panned gold in stark contrast to the Poplar’s leaves still green with a mighty hold.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, October 7, 2011

Ode to a Swedish poet

Ya shure Da cat has soft fur! Ven you go to eat Don’t be bored Go to a place That has a smorgasboard! By golly! For your information, I am 1/? Swede, where’s my Noble prize? Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, October 4, 2011

A head full of happy

One night in the 60s I ended up with a head full of happy. Everything was funny And I was hungry. Time ran out The happy turned bad My legs folded up And I was left With a head full of sad. The world swirled And curled Till it just disappeared Into a multi colored bag I wanted to drive a Jag And... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, September 16, 2011

Caution: Words At Play

Hoo Hay Falifax The goose from Halifax Sat on the train tracks. The parrot drew random scribbles Polly Wolly Doodle All The Day. The straw munched down The best tavern in the town The ale was pale But the barmaid was not We drank all day Till our brains turned to rot. Grainy greese grax The shirt... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Clover jewels, illustrated

Dewdrops in the grass Dewdrops like glass Beads on the leaves So round and smooth Diamonds of a different sort No pocket will hold them Only the eye Knows the worth Of the beauty they entrust Dewdrops lovely on the clover Yet turn the mightiest steel Into rust And if I was a dewdrop Lying in the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, August 25, 2011

Days of doors

Doors open Doors close Sometimes they make a sound Othertimes the finality is mute. A door can be the beginning of a journey As well as the end of a road A locked door Challenge or warning? An open door Warning or invitation? A door ajar A door too far A door on broken rusty hinges Hangs at a loose... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, August 8, 2011

Word thought piles

The words fell down on paper In little piles. I picked them up Shook them like dice And threw them back down Kept the ones I liked And re-arranged the letters Of the rest Until they said what I wanted. Writing is a game of chance There’s a chance I will get it right There’s a chance I will get it... Sign in to see full entry.

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