I pictured her milking an udder
And it made my whole body shudder
Then mum piped up,
"Forget her, pup!
She's bound to be some buddy's mudder!"
Categories:
mudder, humor, new york,
Form: Limerick
When all is lost and never to be found,
My soul was taken without a mudder or sound
I never thought in my years, i would see something so cold
I attemped to take part, and stick to my role
Everything has now changed, nothing will ever be the same
Yelling at the voices, telling me i'm to blame
Maybe they are wrong, or once again they are right
With a plan full of sin, i disappear in the night
How did i change, into this person of discrase
I never wanted to win, just wanted to finish the race.
Categories:
mudder, anger, confusion, fear, hate,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
Bouquets, Grains of Wheat, and Other Love
For two years there was one little boy,
And though without a brother he "explored,"
Then in the spring in his grubby little hands,
He would appear with a bouquet at the back door.
Wild daisies or dandelions or a buttercup,
His grubby little face with a smile looked up.
Mudder, I brought you a nice bouquet,
And that's what he did that day to play.
Another little boy described much the same,
Picked different plants that pleased him,
Then there were two pretty back door bouquets,
Maybe an iris of my own was among them.
And the long awaited little girl,
Attracted by wild grass that blew,
She gathered up her "grains of wheat,"
She thought Chicken Little to be true.
Each child thought he was the original one,
And I never would blow a cover,
Iris, roses, buttercups in the dew,
Even sticker-filled little yellow clover
Categories:
mudder, beauty, innocence, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Today’s the day.
Our training is to be put on display.
Upon each is a test of the heart.
Guts to do it all from the start.
Here we go over the first wall, sublime.
Men and Women at the line.
Utter the words “HOO RAH” in time.
Determined to finish the challenge ahead.
Defined by how they react to others in dread.
Each of us who finish the course and stand.
Reach a new respect for those who sport the orange headband.
Categories:
mudder, adventure, character, fear, fun,
Form: Acrostic
democratic choice
obama or hillary
rate a mate with them
Categories:
mudder, art,
Form: Haiku
Train of Thought
This is a poem about ideas how they come to us and leave us just as quickly just
now as eye began this piece the train of thought has left me standing at the
station in confusion. The epic is gone the best poem ever to be written fled on an
upper berth in the nickelodeon of time in the upper echelon of seldom just gray
matters the ewer has no pitcher handles the morality of life has lost the fight.
Eye am reminded of a skit from the three stooges show when CURLY kept
saying he had fodder for the mudder it was almost more than a young boy could
bear to love in a heart so young the fodder of course was HAY diddle wiggle and
the mudder was the pinto bay.
The elephant ears have not come back to haunt me but there is some smallish
stones that work amid the flys and the insectoid types
There is no reason to cover up my handiwork now gentile reader can you guess
just what this poem was about a train of thought.
Categories:
mudder, computer-internet, natural disasters, on
Form: Free verse