Rockman Pritts Poet Rhyme

The Plan

I sit in my chair
With a drink in my hand
Reading the words
Of woman and man

A poem emerges
Robust and profound
I grab my pen
And scribble around

With arrows and circles
And numbers by phrase
Pictures develop
That sometimes amaze

My pen is the plow
That trenches the furrow
Planting the seeds
For poems tomorrow

A seed that is buried
Deep in the Earth
Breaking the surface
At moment of birth

I look to the sun
I stare at the moon
I smell every odor
And listen to tunes

Crickets and tree frogs
A daisy or rose
Thunder and lightning
A ground that is froze

Life is abundant
It circles around
If you look and you listen
You'll see every sound

Don't miss a moment
Of nature or man
Cause all has been given
Through Gods greatest plan


Nothing happens by chance


Rockman  :-)

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Lisa Craig April 13, 2012 at 7:51 AM Love It!So true, the word coincidence was coined from co-inside, originally a mathematical term that was use to describe when two angles fit together perfectly.

Samia Ali Salama April 8, 2012 at 5:47 AM This was fantastic Rockman! But I am not surprised. You're so right- nothing happens by chance. Beautiful ...Samia

Debra Squyres March 14, 2012 at 5:54 AM :-) Soooo enjoyed this with my coffee in hand !!! If we look for the "chances" in life and grab hold we can soar !! Little things bring great joy !!

Brenda Victoria Northeast March 4, 2012 at 3:43 AM So very true Rockman- nothing by chance- enjoyed reading your poem, Brenda : )

Elizabeth Wesley March 3, 2012 at 6:43 PM What a sweet roundup of thought by a great poet on the subtle gifts of nature. Such special words to brighten my day!

Anne-Lise Andresen February 29, 2012 at 1:59 AM A short visit to read your last poem today and glad I did it. - oxox love Anne-Lise

Jslambert Mister Roboto February 24, 2012 at 11:36 PM good lookin out on the Juxtaposed piece. If that was just a poem I had written for a contest or something I may have changed it, but that one was a tough one. I wrote it while in some deep shit with my endocrine system...long story about testosterone...Anyway I used juxtaposed b/c of the way it compares two very different things that are similar (ie. rain vs tears) I do appreciate your help...like the time on the "Jack Ace" poem. I wanted to explain this all to u so u dont take me as a dick:)

Harry Horsman February 24, 2012 at 7:48 AM excellent poem, just love this planting of the seed of poetry. harry

Doris Culverhouse February 23, 2012 at 1:42 PM thanks for the comment on my work and this is a great poem you have!!

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl February 23, 2012 at 1:15 AM Wow love this very aware smashing picture. love your name too xx Thanks for your comment it is much appreciated xx

Chile D'Rhymez February 16, 2012 at 1:17 AM Wonderful piece u've got here... I love it very much

Elizabeth Wesley February 7, 2012 at 12:29 PM Last line wraps it up beautifully; your awareness of what is around you seems to privide the fuel for anything you want to write about. Lovely verse. :)

Doris Culverhouse February 4, 2012 at 7:37 PM enjoyed this poem greatly!! Thanks for your soupmail...

Sara Kendrick February 3, 2012 at 6:49 AM Great work..Very impressive the creativeness of metaphoric language..Enjoyed..Sara

Nette Onclaud February 3, 2012 at 5:14 AM oh my, rockman... a profound lovely story... i like the structure you're using; the rhythm and sound at the end of each line are solid.. greaat work on how your theme on life's moments and God's progresses... you're the legend!..:) huggs!