Jeff W. Watson Poet Rhyme

The Return of The Tea-Time Traveler

Back by unpopular demand, The Tea-Time Traveler 
The one and only prolific verbose Babbler
I am traveling in both time and space
I find myself running the exhausting Human Race

I am the Old Happy-Go-Lucky Mad Wordsmith 
Very thoughtfully designing my words with 
A great deal of calm chaos and alacrity 
I form from design the Stanzas of my Poetry 

I write my prose on the Leaves of my Poet-Tree
Like the leaves of an old book you see 
I sit on an old weathered oaken stump
That has been worn to conform to my old rump

With all the bees buzzing and all the birds singing
I await my old faithful muse who is bringing 
My next awesome poetic inspiration 
To leap out of my mind from my imagination 

I have written many poems over the Spanning Years
And shared with others greeted by some Boos, but more cheers
The Poetry that I sit on my old Stump and write 
Is the product of dreams and my 3rd eyesight 

I introduced myself as The Tea-Time Traveler
Because I am the determined and constant unraveler
Of the Chaos and Confusion that is in my mind
But out comes a poem rhymed or unrhymed 

My preferred poetry comes from my heart and soul
To write from there is one of my eternal goals 
Some of my Poetry has no Rhyme of Reason 
A lot are inspired by the changing seasons 

So much more of my chronic inspiration 
Comes from my Mind's broken imagination 
I know that sounds somewhat backwards
But it helps me write my Stanzas next words 

I enjoy reading others poems on Poetry Soup
I like writing poems and posting to join the troop 
To get a comment is not my ultimate goal
But the ones I've gotten have been nice on the whole

I walk the dark streets of my mind at night 
Without assistance from any kind of light
To find Devine Assistance from the One who might
Bless my poor old seeking soul with His Holy Light 

Well, I've sat on my stump for quite some time 
Spilling out from my heart my heartfull Rhyme 
Seeking some sleep for the over-thoughtful insomniac 
Seeking some comfort for the Anxious Maniac

For some semblance of comfort I choose to choose 
To smoke a little cigar and drink a few brews 
I sit here on my old Stump and slowly disappear 
And go far off to the distant Land of Neverhere 

Thank you for choosing to accompany me 
On one of my little Out-Of-My-Mind journeys
Here I'm a bit mad and somewhat insane 
I feel like a mistake when God created my brain

Of course we know that God makes no mistakes 
He knows what to do and the time that it takes 
To fully create a Human and insert them in
A world full of Love and a world full of Sin

It's your choice to take the right path to walk
It's your choice to form the right words you talk
And when you need help running the Human Race 
God is there, on time, just don't fly in His Face

I would suggest this as the Age Old Wordsmith 
Be Happy With What You Have To Be Happy With 
You may have heard that before for some reason 
If you know the Works and Words of King Crimson 

It's good advice that most of us really need 
It's good advice that most of us should need
But for the ones who have found their Bliss
Don't need any advice as simple as this

For their happiness they have found the elusive key
They've opened the door revealing a beautiful calm sea
On the Sea of Happiness they've launched their boat
Forever on the Sea of Love they shall forever float

But now I find that I must regretfully return to me 
And my Cool Groovy Sea of Happy insanity
My boat is all tricked out and doesn't go quietly 
I blast proper Rock n Roll to keep me company 

I think that I have found my happiness key
The secret is how, when, where and why I write my Poetry 
It's the Key to Happiness every one is searching for 
But without the right intentions, it won't open the door 

If you ever find yourself in Sandman's Sound
Then maybe the elusive Key to Happiness you have found
Remember how you got there because you're bound
To Karma and what goes around comes around 

So do write your poems in true happiness 
It's the only way that love will not cease to exist
And Be Happy With What You Have To Be Happy With 
That is the happy advice from this Old Lone Mad Wordsmith 

Oh, there's one more thing that I have to say  
Drink and smoke in a responsible way 
Or you will fade away and totally disappear 
And no one will ever know that you were even here...


Copyright, Jeff W. Watson, July 13, 2026

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