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To Rhyme Or Not To Rhyme…

People have asked why do your poems rhyme?

I search for an answer, one that takes time.

So I think and I think but I can’t offer a clue,

Why do my poems rhyme? Oh what should I do?

There must be a reason why I like words to have cadence, a smooth mellow flow,

I think that they focus me and help me create each tale of woe!

 

Thwart

They said that spring was in the air and I believed that to be true.

But the days they pass and nothing changes, I’m ready for something new.

Winters chill is hanging on, refusing to let go.

So every day I open the door and hope there is no more snow.

But springs arrival keeps being thwarted, this we know is fact,

To expect some warmer days and greener grass we have to make a pact.

Let’s agree here and now, by decree or proclamation,

That spring has sprung and is here to stay and to all else fire and hell damnation. 

Thwart

Frigid (2)

The skies are frigid, a cool cobalt blue,

Winter won’t leave, we know that much is true.

As I lay in my bed with my eyes closed so tight,

I think of a warm spring all through the long night.

But then I wake up and look out the door,

I sincerely believe winter will be many weeks more.

 

Frigid

Time Passes, Will You?

Kids watching clocks, hoping they’ll move.

The lesson progresses, they’re still in the groove.

As time marches on, young eyes they become glazed,

Nothing can move them in their permanent haze.

They still think they’ll pass, without having a clue,

What should they remember? Time passes, will you?

 

 

A Two Hour Delay!

They say that teachers wait all year for the summer,

Because the cold days of January are always a bummer.

And since I’m a teacher where the snow always falls,

I anxiously await that magical call.

But to get that call, the timing must be just right,

The snow needs to falling well into the night.

So when it is snowing, I sit by the phone,

Hoping and hoping that I’m not alone.

When the call finally comes and much to my dismay,

It’s not a day off, but a two hour delay!

 

 

 

A Pre-Thanksgiving Poem

Turkey day is less than a week away.

No work, sleep late and eat goodies all day.

Dreams of stuffing, potatoes, cranberries and bread,

Have invaded my brain and are filling my head.

I know I can wait, it’s only six more long days,

Then Tom Turkey and I will have a parting of ways.

My heart is indeed heavy and I feel kind of sad,

What did he do to me, to be treated so bad?

Well, it isn’t my fault that he will look so darn yummy,

Carved up on the plate, on the way to my tummy.

So  what can I do and what can I say,

To make time go faster to get to that day?

  

Post #300

I’ve written and photographed to two ninety ninety nine,

I’m at the cusp of three hundred on this fun blog of mine.

As I hike and I walk and take pictures galore,

Do I have the stamina for three hundred more?

As long as I breathe and can take a long hike,

It’s my poems and my pictures I hope you’ll still like. 

(I read this to my son and he said “You sound like a hippy Dr. Seuss.”)