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Is it truly bliss? Going about your life Not knowing what goes on around you? Or is it a hassle, Realizing how little you know? Ask and you shall receive! Now, getting information is easier than ever! Content yourself with what you know. Everything can be learned in time. The prompt for today's post … Continue reading Ignorance in Acrostic form
Saint Patrick's Day has arrived Let us all give out a cheer For our souls may be revived When we break out all the beer We'll eat corned beef and cabbage As we sing of Irish Eyes Today will not be average As we don our green disguise We'll talk about leprechauns Hoarding gold … Continue reading Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!
They ride broken trails over and over As they search for something special- the Hidden gems beneath strange mountains That resonates with ancient songs of People long since forgotten- the Echoes of their last full moon Still ring out from the peak, down Into willing hearts and minds- the Memories of that golden valley Shining … Continue reading The Golden Shovel of Eldorado
Monsters in the eyes of men Who haunt these hallowed halls Chanting out a false amen While the angels start to fall Who haunt these hallowed halls Where demons dare not tread While the angels start to fall From their heavenly bed Where the demons dare not tread Nor speak of what’s arrived From its … Continue reading A Pantoum of Shadows
My precocious dog meanders Down in the myleio She hops and plops and ganders At all the dumps of snow Her fur is long and panders To the children down below My loblolly dog is barking Between the night and day Her leash is made of sparks As she does her best to … Continue reading A Made-Up Poem about a Dog
In all walks of life, we guzzle Oh, how we love to sit and guzzle As babes at our mother’s breast We’d take her milk and guzzle As children playing with the rest We’d offer juice and guzzle As adults in our Sunday best We’d fill our glass and guzzle Our … Continue reading The Ghazal about Guzzling
I never asked to be filled with strawTo stand for hours in a barren fieldArms outstretched to the crowsAs they caw laughter I never asked to be remadeWith nothing left insideBut this bleeding heartWrapped in a flannel shirt I only wanted to learnTo talk with those above meAnd gain their wisdomOn what it means to be human But … Continue reading The Scarecrow’s Lament
