Robert Nehls Poet Rhyme

The Land of Lore

My pocket friends,
     I think of them,
          Most every day.
They move me
     With their energy.
          They send me on my way.
Wanting rhymes,
     And often times,
          I find the harmony.
I'll jot it down,
     Dance to the sound,
          Searching endlessly.
Across the floor,
     The land of lore
          Says, "come to me."
Unfinished friends,
     It never ends.
          They tip-toe through my soul.
Then whispering,
     A song to sing.
          Their presence takes it's toll.
A work of art,
     Close to my heart,
          My pen will give them life.
They call for lines
     At awkward times,
          Embarrassing my wife.
She says to friends,
     "He's gone again,"
          As I stare into space.
I hear a voice.
     There is no choice,
          Their love I must embrace.
"Excuse me please,"
     I'll say, and leave.
          My thoughts will then immerse.
With pen in hand,
     Another strand
          Is woven into verse.
Across the floor,
     The land of lore
          Can sometimes be a curse.

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Robin Davis July 30, 2014 at 11:15 PM Robert I think every writer goes off into La La land sometimes when thoughts are rolling in their heads and words are forming into creative prose. Thank you for the wonderful comment on my Heroes poem. Robert Nehls July 31, 2014 at 2:09 AM I thought this might be one that many poets could relate to. Thanks so much for your comments, Robin.... Robert.

Poet Destroyer A July 23, 2014 at 5:17 PM always nice to hear from you

Andrea Dietrich July 16, 2014 at 5:27 PM oh wow, I can SO relate to this. I would be at those stupid motorcycle conventions Joe used to go to when he was in BACA. But I didn't care for that crowd and I'd be off in space thinking of lines to poems. I am sure they found me more bizarre than I found THEM to be. I love this one of yours. Robert Nehls July 17, 2014 at 6:54 AM Thanks so much, Andrea. We may seem rude at times, but, poetic priorities must come first. I think all people need to do is think about their passions and maybe they would be more understanding. Thanks for your comments, my friend.... Robert.

Arlene Smith July 15, 2014 at 9:51 AM Amazing write, my friend!!.. I also do the staring off in space thing. I know it can be annoying to people sometimes.. :-) hugs.. Arlene Robert Nehls July 17, 2014 at 6:49 AM It's just too hard to let the words slip away, Arlene. Thank you so much for your comments, my friend..... Robert.

Jack Clark July 15, 2014 at 7:20 AM This goes into my "fav's" list right now! My goodness, Robert ... what a gift you possess! Really, really enjoyed reading this one! thank you so much for sharing. Jack C Robert Nehls July 17, 2014 at 6:46 AM Hi Jack. I really appreciate and look forward to your comments, my friend. I'm happy you liked this one and that it has gone into your favs list.

Poet Destroyer A July 14, 2014 at 12:48 AM Oh My This is a great poem, Robert. I found the title to be very attractive. A land, embraced by a curse. Reminds me of a song, by the Eagles. Hotel California! Enchanted but, by a spell. Enjoyed stopping by. Thanks for the epic tip-toe verse... Love Linda Robert Nehls July 14, 2014 at 5:41 AM Thank you so much, Linda. I'm happy you liked this one. I've always loved the Eagles and Hotel California is one of my favorites. This is one curse that I could not do without. Your words and friendship are cherished, my friend.... Robert.

David Williams July 13, 2014 at 3:55 PM Robert very uplifting....David Robert Nehls July 14, 2014 at 5:29 AM Thanks so much, David. Glad you enjoyed it.... Robert.

Jadazzle United July 13, 2014 at 3:54 PM I can really relate to this rhyme Robert - I carry a notebook with me at all times - have even stopped driving on my way home when inspiration strikes - if not the moment has gone and I can never remember what was in my mind. Hugs Jan xxx Robert Nehls July 14, 2014 at 5:28 AM Glad you liked it, Jan. I carry a notebook now, but there was a time when I would grab almost anything to write on and my pockets would be full of what looked like scraps of paper. You are right, we must submit to the moment or it is gone.... Robert.

Sara Kendrick July 13, 2014 at 3:09 PM Ahh!! Enjoyed reading this one about the call to write..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara Robert Nehls July 14, 2014 at 5:22 AM Thank you, Sara. There's is no denying that the words will keep picking until they are written down. Your friend.... Robert.

Regina Mcintosh July 13, 2014 at 12:25 PM I enjoyed this. Thank you and happy writing. God bless you. Robert Nehls July 14, 2014 at 5:17 AM Thank you, Regina. Glad you liked this one, my friend..... Robert.

Anne-Lise Andresen July 13, 2014 at 8:33 AM - Dream yourself away in the beautiful rhyming and beautiful thoughts - Enjoy your poem, lovely written Robert !! - oxox // Anne-Lise :) Robert Nehls July 13, 2014 at 11:47 AM Thank you my dear friend. Happy you enjoyed this one. We must not let those moments slip away. It's a beautiful thing, Anne Lise..... Robert.

Jerry T Curtis July 13, 2014 at 7:37 AM I like this on very much, well crafted my friend. It describes a position I'm very acquainted with-------what's wrong with us, LOL Robert Nehls July 13, 2014 at 11:43 AM What's wrong with us, Jerry, is that we are poets and believe our thoughts are worth writing down, and shared with others. Maybe a little different than other folks but everyone has their stuff, right. Well thanks so much for your comments my friend.... Robert.

Tim Smith July 13, 2014 at 6:41 AM How wonderful Robert...When at work I often stop to write thoughts down.....wonderful write Tim Robert Nehls July 13, 2014 at 11:38 AM Thanks, Tim. Glad you liked it. I just recently found a bag full of poems I started from my welding days. written on all kinds of paper complete with lots of holes burnt into then. Brought back some very fond memories..... Robert.