"Eat your veggies," as a nipper I was told
but I'd hide 'em on me lap so Mum wouldn't scold
then all the quicker feed 'em to the dish-licker
before they were even cold
now I'm older not sadder but wiser
and do enjoy a tasty appetiser
they may appear to look like a pear
here's a myth I wish to quash
tho' they're fruit chayotes taste like
zucchini cucumber or squash
against the fence homegrown I grow me own
and me garden's full of chokos
"Choko-bloc," one might even say
I'll do a prickly pear or two
but still don't eat veggies to this day
Pecos Bill rode herd in the vast forlorn.
His quiet Paint gobbled buttered popcorn.
A tornado, in a fit,
Came for a whirlwind visit.
“Paint, meet Curley. His back I will adorn.”
Bill grabbed his rope and threw a loop with hope
And saddled the whirlwind so Paint could lope,
Leisurely grazing along
While Bill sang a peaceful song
Though the twister used top spin, Bill could cope.
Whirly raced north swift as antelope might.
Picking up barns, tossing them left and right,
Heaving a freight train five miles.
Bill hung on with joyful smiles,
“Almost beats chasing roadrunners at night.”
Bill rode that twister into a broke nag,
That lay city curbside limp as a rag,
A sadder, but wiser storm.
Where his horse Paint, true to form,
Whinnied by the nag, wanting to play tag.
A jolly sheriff saw Bill ride in view,
He chose at least three tickets to issue:
Parking in a tow away;
No emissions valve that day;
Driving a twister with no license too.
Tale Tales 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jeff Kyser
Date Written: 3/14/2022
Used Poetry Soup Syllable Counter
Caught up in your words of sincerity
Closest of friends, we shared from our hearts
Twisting the truth was your reality.
A wounded soul, you craved security
I wanted to help you, to do my part
Caught up in your words of sincerity.
You shared past hurts, had a sad history
It was important to make a fresh start
Twisting the truth was your reality.
Naive, I bared my soul too easily
But you had a manipulative heart
Caught up in your words of sincerity.
In time, I found out you had lied to me
You took what you needed, as I fell apart
Twisting the truth was your reality.
The sorrow remains, as I take my leave
A life lesson learned, at least on my part
Caught up in your words of sincerity
Twisting the truth was your reality.
Written on 3/20/2015
Sadder, but wiser.
Shackled, chained, beaten.
House of pain, feeding.
Ten more seconds, just ten more.
Countdown…3…2…1…
There will be no more crying.
No tears, sun shining.
Rays of light, rays of hope.
3…2…1…
No more tears
No more…
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