Subliminal Messages – Pure B.S.

Subject to Some real Proof, Limited now To a Spoof. Including me As in the Dark, Always seems to Miss the Mark. Read it’s ‘bout Perception Level, This no Reason all should Revel. Rhyme or In just simple Prose, Please don’t Fall within it’s Throes.

“Speak Check”

The Algorithm called Spell Check, flags the Words and Saves my Neck, I can’t Spell to Save my Soul, the List is Deep – an Endless Hole. While I hear some People Talk, Mouth drops Open and I Gawk. As I watch Them insert Shoe, amazed don’t Think before they Do. “Speak Check” might Just […]

The War going on in my Mouth

My Teeth and Mouth don’t get Along, just Can’t figure What is Wrong? Don’t know Why they Have to Fight? out of Nowhere want to Bite. Attack the Tongue and then Cheek, even Lip Strike seem to Seek. Drawing Blood whenever Can, think It’s part of their War Plan. Sore for Days and even Then, […]

WORDS Diagonal

WORDS can sway what people do, some WORDS strange to me and you. there are WORDS that make you sad, sharp are those WORDS that make you mad. digest the books and WORDS so you’ll be smart. never hold back from those WORDS of the heart. saddle up your brain by corralling WORDS herds, don’t […]

“SPAM”

“SPAM” – Mystery Mixture in a Can, Cut it, Fry it, In a Pan. When was First out On my Own, Kept me Fed – Do not Bemoan. “SPAM” – Junk that Flows to my Computer, Certainly a Persecutor. Like “Web Rabbits” Multiply, Straight to In Box Ramify. “SPAM” – A New Meaning straight to […]

Simple Me – Simple Rhymes

Simple Me – Not Simple Times, Simple Does – Those are my Rhymes. No Deep Meanings I can See, If there Are – It’s news to Me. Bazaar Thoughts to Paper Wed, least There’s still Some in my Head. Words just Flow to my Creation, in It’s Simple Formulation. Hope the Rhymes from my Brain […]

I still have Hair

Got few Teeth left in my Mouth, other Parts are headed South. Painless days are Kind of Rare, but at Least I still have Hair. Spend more Time to take a Leak, knees when Bending start to Creak. Pills that Most days Fill my Hand, doctors Trips that Are not Planned. Marching close to Seven-three, […]

“Cupcake”

Came to Us when She was Two, even though She wasn’t New. Family Couldn’t keep her There, brought her Home without a Care. Clean her Food Bowl every Day, is there Any other Way? Brush Her in the early Morn, figured That is Just the Norm. Has a Pillow in our Car, Satin as She […]