Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Poet's Agony

I like to write an ode or rhyme
It’s a fun way to pass the time

After many years of composition
I have come to this conclusion

The hardest part of the whole process
And the least enjoyable I must confess

Unless of course you pay a mint
Is to get the stuff in print

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Sweet Nothings ... Worthy somethings

Oh! It's the homely things
The "Come running" friendly things
The "Won't you let me help" things
That make our pathway light!

And "Never mind" the "Trouble" things
The "laugh with me" things
It's those funny things
That make our world bright!

So here's to all little things
The "Done" and then "forgotten" things
Those "Oh! It's simply nothing" things
That make life worth the fight!

No more a Fairy Tale

A princess in a castle
A prince in make believe
But if it's not a fairy tale
Then only yourself deceive

A wart upon your nose
May be closer to the truth
And if you think I'm negative
Then you're still in your youth

I believe in poison apples
For I've been given one or two
But never did my prince come forth
To keep me from turning blue

That magic mirror, I'd like to choke
For it is cruel what it says to me
You were the fairest long ago
But not today as you can see

I pricked my finger upon a needle
And saw it hurt and bleed
But there was no prince to rescue me
Not even Johnny Apple seed

I've spun the hay and guessed the rhyme
But never did see gold
I know that life's no fairy tale
Like in those books are told

Friday, April 13, 2012

What my old shoe told me ...

I'm an old worn out shoe
I am not very new

Sitting all by myself
On an old dusty shelf

My white laces are worn
Tattered, tacky, and torn

I've walked a million miles
On carpet, floor, and tiles

My slick, slippery heel
Is a banana peel
My color is faded
The style out-dated

My mate has gone astray
I'm left here to decay