A photon checked into a hotel,
a rather interesting sight.
It was asked "Do you have luggage?"
It said, "No, I'm travelling light."
When I'm at home I like to read books,
and relax in my dressing gown.
I'm reading a book about anti-gravity.
I just can't put it down.
Staying in shape is important,
of that there is no doubt.
I keep trying to exercise
but it just isn't working out.
My friend fell into an upholstery machine -
one of the strangest things I've ever seen.
Everyone was shocked and exclaimed "Wow!",
but I can say he's fully recovered now.
Mathematicians are so smart.
Their work is often stunning.
But to the guy who invented zero,
thanks for absolutely nothing!
There was a WWI soldier
whose name was Bobby Pederson.
He survived both mustard gas and pepper spray.
He was a seasoned veteran.
Computer scientists are brilliant,
I must admit.
How much do they like 0 and 1?
Quite a bit.
Caused Steinbeck reword "Mirth" known printed write,
harmony pulse conducts the marooned cell,
though breaks, wisely kept in tune with itself.
The gauge's clicks sway one to soothe its height.
"Each and All", "Earth Song" Emerson's ballad.
Unversed preexist's renewed care recalls.
Harp rhythm strings strum as the organ pedals.
Rhapsody ensures airy suite valid.
Calm reflects symmetry, pleasures belong,
deep voices grants the life-timers acclaim.
Solemn occasions psalm, heartfelt gifts claim.
Unsung Heavenly pace grow the swan song.
invites internal hope vibrates anew,
renewed life rewarded, heartbeat pipes true.
Bold victor of few words, save salvation.
Death crawls like love save a heart's pulsation
spark pure flight, yon depths freed throbs soar by far,
pique stress's share, naught idle, claimant voiced spar.
No breath? Soul on road less traveled, or, much
traveled road, still, muse back to that grey clutch
frame, soundly placed in peace, smiling at once,
trace of former selves as hands clasp naught fronts.
The hours, days, years, loom as if time extent
ne'er on hold, but fairly nonexistent,
yet, seeing the facts unfold, visibly,
grasp misdirection mist, wonderfully.
Gap dawns rare, naught strange, poise forever light,
caused Steinbeck reword "Mirth" known printed write.
My priorities to flow free
connect rhymes like 4G
collecting the glory
like no one before me.
Record it cus I can,
with technology at hand,
make my own brand,
that so hard to understand?
You're adjacent to the testicle,
and you're not the other ball,
you hang and you dangle
redundant of mantle.
Actions indefensible leaving me offended,
while these rhymes I extract through my pencil are splendid,
you did what he did and he did what she did,
and that's how the sheep live.
We've herd it before,
you just reword it and bore,
your poetry is traditional,
I map out the additional.
The expectations should expect
the exceptional next step,
the evolution I project
is here to accept.
She makes up the stories about things of the past,
She lies about how things occurred,
Happily rewriting stories of how life had played out;
History she tries to reword,
To make her the one organising the fun,
How he would obey as she said,
To make her the carrier of the moral high ground,
Now others are gone, sick or dead,
But what she can’t see, about these little facts,
Is that I, too, was there all along,
And can vouch for the actual truth of this past,
The truth exposing her wrong,
The quarrels and defiance, the lack of foresight,
The spite to frustrate, to make sad,
The hindrances that she’d put up all the time,
To stop the fun times that he had.
A nerd slurred a word unheard, to be his preferred password.
A bird flew over a furred herd, be-gird by a Kurd.
He stirred and blurred, to a curd a third of turd.
But undeterred he spurred the transferred word, to be heard and conferred.
To reword the inferred referred word, to be deferred is just absurd.
Along the Roadless sky
Across the strange clouds
Around the universe
Wander you a widow moon
Written poems of outer face
Soft light inside pain
Not known tears by sleepers
Wander you a mother moon
Caught in to the bad luck of Saturn
Displaced without a shelter
Looking for the fate love
Wander you a bachelor moon
Everything abandoned leaving home
Freedom for unsatisfied life
In the motion world, goodness for others
Wander you a saint Moon
Unrevealed secrets beneath the earth
Bonding to a contract for a reword
Wearing a suit of fake face
Wander you a spy moon
Udaya R. Tennakoon
Every morning I dance naked
Singing in the morning rain.
None are there to observe my antics
None to share a laugh or pain.
Well, the angels perhaps.
I'm sure they chuckle
When I reword tunes
From the radio's knuckle.
I'll sing opera, in my strongest untuned voice
With a cast of one, and an audience the same
Oh the cat? Yep, he's both one and none
More interested in the craziness than the game.
He'll accompany me, sometimes (singing, not showering)
And mewl in his finest voice
Mostly he just keeps me company
'Cause he can, by choice.
So before the sun is awake
And before the sky blazes orange and the stars wane
And before my waking dreams have faded
My song resounds in my warm morning rain.
Weary entertainer traveling along this journey
Hoping for the chance to be useful
To compose, create the inner most depths of my thoughts
Emotions placed raw and weeping on the page
After page of pulped tree products
Eraser, delete, reword, rearrange, rhythm
Flowing meter like graceful dance steps
I am a poet!!
Inspired by a tag game I saw--looked like fun--I am not sure who started the game!!
Well I knew I would get tagged eventually!! 3/18/10
tagged by Sara kendrick and I am tagging Carol Brown
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