Robert Johnson Poet Rhyme

Pshhhhhhh Tckkk

I've been working really hard.
And I haven't done a thing.
The answer to the riddle isn't signaled with a ding.

Professions and confessions leave the door a bit ajar.
I've traveled many places, I've not gotten very far.
The only way to get there must be high up on a star.
Maybe someday I'll find my way with my human radar.

The endless dream of inhibition.
A life long scheme with no ambition.
An entry of just one submission.
To catch that big one while your fishn'.

What is the point of rambling on.
If it's still dark upon the dawn.
And clouds foreshadow yesterday.
Repeating everything you say.

I now have come to understand.
Why an Ostrich hides itself in sand.
It's not because it is afraid.
But maybe just needs some cool shade.

What image can an artist show.
To make the viewer ever know.
The vision that was born within.
That they look for with that sly grin.

Where does the end begin this time.
As I keep searching on in rhyme.
Awaiting a slight glimpse ahead.
To come alive before I'm dead.

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Michelle Mac Donald January 2, 2015 at 11:35 AM Ah, you are a clever and witty one, Robert! You certainly have no problem with rhyming. It's a natural phenomena for you.:) I like the title, I often makes sounds like that, my daughter said I should stop cause some will think I have Tourette syndrome. In reality I'm being polite, instead of the big EFF word I say it like a nasal grunt so it sounds like a duck quack. Oh well...wishing you a happy healthy new year! Keep well, Mikki ( *)

Arlene Smith December 21, 2014 at 9:21 PM Sometimes life does seem to just be rambling on... Very nice one, dear friend!.. Hugs.. Arlene

Andrea Dietrich December 20, 2014 at 2:06 PM I read below that you said this was "mindless carrying on" but it flows really well, robert. I love your carrying on. You come up with such fun little rhymes on your comments to me.

Debra Squyres December 12, 2014 at 8:44 PM Reflecting on self and life always makes for good poetry. Alive and rhyming I am glad to see !! Really enjoyed this and how it made myself want to do a little reflecting.

Ilene Bauer December 12, 2014 at 10:20 AM i'm a bit stymied by the title but i really love the way you rhyme in such an interesting way. i always read your poems a few times to try to get to the core of them and even when i don't succeed, i still enjoy the journey. by the way, you're very alive in your writing... Robert Johnson December 12, 2014 at 10:27 AM I wrote this piece before the title. Sitting there thinking about a title, I did that sound with my mouth. The tck sound is the cluck sound you make with your tongue and the roof of your mouth. The poem was just kind of a mindless carrying on. Soooo, :) I thought that would work just fine. :)