As I walked along Old Rine Road
I walked on by a grumpy toad
Ribbit, ribbit he croaked to me
Please move along and leave me be
If you want to see a frog
There, he lay... beneath that log
Feed him a fly or a tasty gnat
Or feed him both to get him fat
Ribbit, ribbit... he croaked his song
Ribbit, ribbit... just move along
Walk on by- leave me, alone
As I rest upon, my comfy- stone
Pagodas are not conceived in a day
Seraphim have never slept in the hay
No connections up there
With what unicorns wear
Herald angels will not play ‘til they pray
Santa came down with a horrible cold.
Had to interview everyone – young and old.
Elves finally chose a frog big and bold
Whose steed was a hen from Farmer Mold.
What about a sleigh? Asked many of us.
This issue was foremost, we did discuss.
How can a frog do it? We asked elf named Gus.
Your complaining makes you a whiny cuss.
But a chicken? How can that be his steed?
Gus gave us an evil eye and smoked his weed.
He did not care who did it indeed.
As long as he could sit in his winter tweed.
Weirdly enough, the frog and hen did fine.
So, I stopped my grousing, no longer a whine.
They stopped for cookies, ate the orange rine.
It was fun to see them arrive in plenty of time.
History was my favourite subject,
When I attended school,
So, I was quite excited to see
An old plaque upon a wall ,
It read:
ON
THIS SITE
IN
1875
Then a smile on my face
Started to appear,
As I read on:
NOTHING HAPPENED
Nothing happened here!
The shame was relished
when met with wanting eyes
How I longed to be held
and open up for sexting blighs
When every thought I had to have was..
trust for shaming eyes
When ever trust I knew to see
was faith for moving thighs
When all at once a voice would say
don't move for what comes by
When at that time were fates what made
more safe come back for time
As at that light was one response
more plates come back to dine
When in that Hell more words go by
than sakes claw back on line
When everywhere each person's reach
brocks back for each to rine
Is everywhere each hopes the least
tore out from beast oblign
And every hope
all lost to man
unqueath
you'll cost to clan
When every time you waited for
was blessed more plate to find
When every fall where plate could tyne
was placed on death for kind
And calling all who feel the shame
to come down to the pain
When even love's past half that mind
And most flee post-bast bain
Read my words on a page and share my time
See my pictures but dont cross the line
Learn what I like and where I go
This is who I am enjoy the show
Listen to my music and hear my voice
Be my friend forever its your choice
Pick an event and I will see you their
I post my heart so you can sit and stare
Family and friends get touched from a far
The loneliest of souls can become a star
A link to myself is only a touch away
Will you believe in me and see what I have to say
Follow me to a place from your hand
See the real me and forever understand
My beliefs and values are there forever to score
Find me in the clouds and open my hearts door
C-reativity
A-ims
T-o
H-ave
R-efreshing
I-dea
N-icely
E-ndorsing
B-eauty
O-f
N-ew
A-crostictractys
O-nce
B-right
R-eaders
A-ccept
Topic: Birthday of Cath Rine P. Bonaobra (January 20)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Once a man who had no belief
Love was nugatory, too obsolete
No worries, no design.
But his heart did rine
When saw those blissful eyes
How could it be ?
The beauty that lies
He had fallen for her eyes
Roughed up his mind, recasted his soul
Beauty that was untold
The mist of the clouds
The glitter of the sun rays
What she possessed was exceedingly to be praised
He was bewildered
His heart racing loud
Mystic was the place where his demiurge rise
He had fallen for her eyes
He intended to say what he felt
To shatter those clutches that withheld
Amidst in the crowd, went towards her
Heart pumping loud, rid of all fear
How could you possess me with your eyes
Inexplainble serenity in them lies
I had undermined the competence of love
Speaking it out loud ....
There is a bond that ties
I have fallen for your eyes .
With
an earthly
rhyme
an all
surroundings
an' shrine
Rushed
To climb
Th' tree
Of vine
And rine
I reached to the top all alone
Anxious to look down and see
What the world looks like
An' suddenly a bird flew
Right across my eyes
I slipped from the branch and fell down
Then stood up and started to climb again
24/12/2016
Will thou art e're see
what once was yours
now it never be
why break and yawn
having no define
am i not no rine
of any of even wine
i yet behold such crime
where doth spot such quality
and publicly plea vanity
will thou art e're see
what i once saw in thee
why speed and spurt
far from your flesh ere
i urge and dare but
i can't but bear
will thou art e're see
what once was there
now its not even air
reversing wind
changing precipitations
asymmetric heating of the
aching wounds.. uplift the colliding
walls of peace.. sediments of ma-
rine planktons.. music of reeds rai-
n on the naked belly of the thirsty earth
its time when you rine
and go walk to a show
or play if its round your way
time when the flower grow
rivers flow
and the brids sing
soon unthe moon
there will be you see
SPRING
have it in your mind
make words rine
they make it shine
tyde
and write
make sure its not
borring
just letting you know
as you go
HOW TO WRITER A STORY
unhurried thoughts
sweet with honeysuckle.
water melon eaten down to the rine.
music from a neighbors radio
on a blanket under the trees.
bare feet and sunburned shoulders.
warm lemonade from a pitcher
cracking the ice cubes in a glass.
watching the clouds make curtains
on the windows of heaven.
a summer day.
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