Subject Matter – what to Write, can Start an Internal Fight. Catch them Quick – Put to Words, or Release as Logic Birds? Some may Read – most Will Not, unless you Snare a TV Spot. What you Write is up to You, go with Tame or Dare Taboo? Humor, Truth, or Broken Hearts, something […]
Four-letter Words are nothing new, unfairly Branded by a Few, the Only Ones seen Acting Bad, all others Suffer – that’s so Sad. Back, Jack, Beer, Best, Cold, Coke, Cash, Test, Drum, Drop, Fair, Rest, Fine, Fork, Goat, Pest. Hang, Home, Kiss, Heat, Luck, Loud, Mass, Beet, Moon, Moss, Nose, Feet, Ooze, Park, Pour, Neat. […]
Writing Rhyme is Fun for Me, nowhere Close to Poetry. When a Thought pops in my Head, soon to Print it starts to Spread. Subject matter Limitless, though in Truth I must Confess, Picking Fruit or Racing Runners, some Turn out Bet-ter than Others.
I never Will forget the Time, that I Pulled out a Nasty Dime, from some Gooey Purple Slime, then Decided it was Mine, it is Really not a Crime, to take and Wash off all that Grime, and Bring it Back into its Prime, without the Use of one Enzyme, with Elbow Grease and Pantomime, […]
If Rhyme is Written in the Forrest, is it Read or just Dismissed? Who is There to Really Care, Bumble Bee to Big Black Bear? How to Know when Rhyme is Right, to be Read by any Type? Simple Answer is a “Yup.” when Sounds from Falling Trees startup.
A thought goes Whizzing through my Mind, close Enough to Rhyme a Rhyme. Like a Horse running to Water, get It on Some kind of Blotter. To the Pasture or the Barn, Indecision – Oh my Darn! Hits my Brain like Dynamite, what the Hell did I just Write?
If I’d Gather Rhyming Words, Give them to a Flock of Birds. Together we Would create Birth, by Planting Words around the Earth. Perhaps from help of Buzzing Bees, The World would sprout up Rhyming Trees. Folklore we’d create Indeed, the Saga – Bobby Rhymingseed.
The Squirrel on my deck today, struggled on with brief headway. Challenge with no way to win, why, on earth, did it begin? Watched it pull for quite some time, and huff and puff and try to climb. Alas it finally dropped the rope, was it brave or just a dope? Where is written or […]
Running free in a field, time in space does it yield. Sun is setting beautiful, on this golden juvenile. Photo catching in mid-stride, grace in form it does not hide. Long hair flowing in the breeze, in this picture just to please. For this frame a moment told, very young and yet so bold. Has […]
Arriving now at Seven-OH, monumental that I know. Not much time to be a pleaser, hope I’m not a sad old geezer. Maybe I’ll have twenty more, though not sure if that’s in store. Thoughts are whirling from my youth, embellished now but not the truth. This may be the new Four-OH, I’m not […]