Although my poems are not so numerous
I try to make them a little humerous
I'm certainly not a bard
but I do try very hard
to mix in a bit of the ridiculous
Any-
one's sane inven-
tory contains exact-
ly seven hundred and thirty one ax-
felonious monkeys waving hatchet faced playing cards around
as if
they had a good
vocational training
spool of massive yarn bards stacked with fun brain
splatter at their wastefully
toxic
disposal.
.
i recall
that feel
vernal
that cool spring
morn'en mammillae
mist
mockery uv silence
"mmph"
')
.
i dun told y'all
they me
pick'd
mine more like it
thuh feminine that's who
exspecially thuh spinster
thuh nubile
thuh rest uv'ern ')>
in college
my were
monikar
neodymium
lock
*whut, someone'z gottuh
say'it ')
.
iz this black liquid
leak'n theze
'bout
slips
past mine digits
inktifying simplifying
rectifying
mine see'd
drip
Trusting in the Word I write my dreams into reality.
nights chasing shadows I recall a bell tolling for me.
Juniper stew with oranges and beef.
Lights of Sparrows rooted inside my heart.
Yearning for my present moment.
mounting the earth I am one with the ocean.
flames falling from the heavens an emerald light taking over all the sky.
King Lord Best Friend Jesus I learned I have been the Problem.
My reactions to my feelings are the things I can control.
I must choose to react with Love.
Behold the Globe, where Will in splendor stood,
His quill a wand that bent the world to art;
He summoned tempests, witches, fire, and blood,
And bound Verona’s lovers heart to heart.
He bade dear Hamlet grapple with his soul,
And cast enchanted moonlight o’er the stage;
He crowned mad Lear, then let the thunder roll,
A king undone by storm and mortal age.
His verses roll through time’s eternal hall,
Each utterance a flame from voice to voice;
Players and princes rise at his clear call,
And sound his truths in tones that bid heaven rejoice.
O Will, thy works yet walk the boards with might,
For thou hast taught the very stars to write.
poem written for online poetry class
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i wake fromg
az
rip wrinkle
van
the extend'd
snooze
and 'twere herz
theirn eyne
bulge'n
just bout mine
breathe
and
az 'dips'
mine
tallie'd timez
likewise crystalline
theirn
with excite'd flow'd
drip'd
drop'd
drip'nz
Spy craft devoted one
dear child I belong with you forever
I know things have been rough you are mine
Open sky I am deep inside
Lemons mint and thyme tea
Inside I found love for myself
King of mine Jesus thank you so much for everything
I know you have had my back so much I do not even know
Father thank you so much
hey Did you know I love you father son and holy spirit
Hey did you guys see this life of mine it was so crazy no one would believe it
thanks God for everything
.
how could edvard
wit
hern pettipants
apear'n az thuh
petticoat
thick and
command'din
'tweren't know
'twere
no
rather
later love
tap
the jester thought he was a talented bard
his songs were stilted because he tried too hard
he is hilarious said an easy prison guard
his discerning mush brain must have been part lard
much better jokes come from a bubble gum card
this was said by a goof pot named Pard
I rolled my eyes said my cousin Tard
The sonnet form's antique and mired in dust,
Why should I strive thus so to write one well?
If bard I be then learn new styles I must.
Will I achieve my goal, who can foretell?
So here I sit again with pen in hand,
Attempting some new quatrains that will rhyme,
Entreating Muse to guide my falt'ring wand.
The formula, so strict, takes lots of time,
But I'll persist 'til fourteen lines are writ,
One final couplet crowning three quatrains,
Persistence now completing this last bit.
There's something 'bout a sonnet tests my brain.
Yet I prevail, these fourteen lines once one,
The prize obtained, this poet's work is done.
This Cosmos knows all must escape the war.
The sky beckons peace for the Bard's journey,
Hoping there will be joy forevermore.
Music, dance, poetry--art is beauty!
Raise a cheer for nature's forest bounty.
Let's gather memories that are gleeful!
The green woodlands breathe with vitality
And gift to us a rocky pocketful!
Awen drifts through every breath of nature,
Kindling the mind with vivid ideas,
Flying forward to chase the bright future.
Bards guard pure hearts as meek overseers.
Every balm that will make us feel better
Spills from the Cosmos' wildest pleasure!
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