Introducing Mark Toney
The real McCoy, not phony
Works hard on accounting and income taxes
Writes poetry and prose as he relaxes
Mark fancied himself a tax expert
Cool pocket protector on his shirt
Touting tax tips he tried
Till terribly tongue-tied
Nevermore will he overexert
Hundreds flocking to Mark’s door
What does tax time have in store?
Mixed reactions to Mark’s beckoning
As they face their day of reckoning
Categories:
overexert, career, self, work,
Form: Clerihew
A turkey was being plucked and it hurt
He was in pain and his fowl words were curt
He pecked at the plucker
Said “sing for your supper”
And then ran for his life overexert.
Now the turkey's in the altogether
He is feeling lighter than a feather
He's thankful to be here
And for losing his gear
All he is wanting now is fine weather.
Categories:
overexert, humorous, thanksgiving,
Form: Limerick
Advanced Years
Miracle Man
8/28/2023
I’ve heard it said “that age is just a number”,
a line probably coined by some young squirt.
Years have a way and life it will encumber,
advanced years leave us trying, not to overexert.
Age takes our ability to do mundane things,
but we do our best to accomplish what we must.
While feeling the harshness that each day brings,
we cling to desire while struggling to adjust.
“If you wait, all that happens is that you get older”
Larry McMurtry
Categories:
overexert, age, life,
Form: Quatrain
There was a young math whiz named Egbert
Who fancied himself a tax expert
Touting tax tips he tried
Till terribly tongue-tied
Never more will he overexert
Categories:
overexert, business, career, money, work,
Form: Limerick
this bent crown is dipped in blood bacause
i am immune to the emptiness and the dispair
this throne is drenched in sticky misery because
i am blind to all that vision creates and decorates
it is the evening of the royal ball, and i want the bent rim of life to fall
i do not care where the destination of the impact is
i think of you, my queen, a distance away in closeness
the lights are drawn, but darkness lingers on
there once was a time when essence of your presence promoted me period
the memory of the depth of each experience causes me to release my burdens
when i come down, normalcy returns like the many splendored nothingness
i overexert myself while pressing all the buttons to freeze every momentary
thought of you
perhaps it is not worth it
perhaps i should move and just let all thoughts of you perish
whatever the case may be, you have a way of driving me crazy
darkness lingers on, but the lights stay drawn
Categories:
overexert, dark, emotions, light, lost,
Form: Free verse