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Writers Block

I’ve never been a writer, but when I have the time.
I try to think up some ideas to write a random rhyme.
Sometimes it works and I think up something new.
Other times I just scratch my head, as I haven’t got a clue.

Now I’m staring at a blank screen, unable to think.
And my brains just like a pen, that's run out of ink.
Analogy's a great theme, I’ve not done that before
Already hit a brick wall, as I can't think of anymore.

Should I write about a dream, romance, or secret fears?
Looking for inspiration, but still with no ideas.
I try using my imagination, so I write down a few lines.
Then look for other words, to try and make them rhyme.

My plan was to create a poem, with poise and eloquence.
But everything I write down, just simply makes no sense.
So, to spark creativity I recall something from the past.
Ideas come and go, but the moment doesn't last.

I suppose my brain is scrambled and running a bit too slow.
I attempt to write something meaningful, but nothing seems to flow.
I guess writing poetry is not as easy as it looks.
So I admire all those poets, whose work is published in a book.

Jesting Joking Jovial and Jolly

Jesting without manifesting
Joking without spending or investing
Jovial and fair
Jolly times in the air
Living as I dare
Showing that I care

Words delight me, incite me,
Inspire and light me
Jesting, joking, jovial, and jolly
hickery dickery, dolly and holly
Jumping, twirling and swirling in my brain
If this were a song, I’d think up a refrain

Thoughts From Right Before

The sheer amount of overflowing, fuming, fumbling feelings 
Might explain or clarify the lack of my coherence 
Hastily I’m jotting down the first thing I think up 
Stretched out silence floods my ears, about to make the jump 

I reminisce the way your hand held my hand like a trophy 
Like rainfall your expression fell, you knew you couldn’t know me 
I try to pry away the guilt, amends are their own trial 
Biting the hand that feeds you is its own form of survival

The sky and sea connect and melt in static, stagnant beauty
It turns into a supercut, my pain is now a movie 
I get to sit here and observe, as waves kiss rocks below me 
They’ll hug my body nice and close, the water salty, foamy

A Poem Back To Front

A poem back to front
It's never done
Because
Once you start
You never stop the fun
And stopping just to see
What you might do
You never know
What an author might tell you
So listen closely to
That which I say
Please think about the words
I speak each day
A poem back to front

Dresser Designed By An Artesian

It was the dresser few could have visualized
I spotted it in the flea market as fantasized
Patterns most would have been able to think up or paint
Created by an artesian whose designs are never faint

This dresser had a signature, not any kind of surprise
So marvelously orchestrated it nearly hurt my eyes
It was a gorgeous dresser, which would look great by my bed.
I only paint one of a kind things, the artist apologetically said.

Sweet Poetry

It fills my soul with such delight
to think up verses that inspire.
Words overflow, and I can’t stop,
for writing is my heart’s desire.

For those who thirst for poetry,
I hope to satisfy their need -
to warm their hearts and give them hope.
May cherished be my poems that other people read.

And for my peers in poets’ realm,
let’s reach all those like you and me
whose souls are hungry to receive
the beauty of sweet poetry.

Written November 27, 2022
Submitted Dec. 30, 2022 
for the ' BRIAN STRAND no 1165' Poetry Contes

Persevere

I've been trying to write a poem
Just to exercise my mind.
But it seems to take forever
Just to think up a couple of lines.

I find it so irritating
That I've wasted some much time
But in the end its been well worth it
Especially when the words all rhyme.

A Brian Strand Rime Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

To Inspire and Delight

If I were an animal
  I'd elect to be man
Then I could think up
  all sorts of great plans

To advance the cause 
  of my entire tribe
To inspire and delight
  -- I'd never proscribe

I'd need to compete
  that much I know
But I won't complain ~
  that's how my tribe grows

What a Blast

Russia has just shattered our space
So we must find another place
Where we can orbit
Sucking our sorbet
As we think up how to save face

The Rainbow

The Rainbow

When I see the rainbow, 
I do not think of anything else...
except, my Lord. 

"They" can think up their own colors,
as far as I am concerned. I take back, 
what is... or has been captured. 
I stand in the way of woke, 
and refuse to choke. 
No one gave permission, 
no one gave a "right". 

"They" can make up a new one, 
or find another "group"...
that does not care. 
"They" only took it, 
because it had glory, 
and shone brightly.
Yet, nothing stolen shines for long.
"Their" ribbon is not the same, 
it is just another game... 

Jesus is the King,
and the sky is all His...

The very gift... 
of the very true rainbow
is without, and beyond
the ability ...
of small men, 
to even measure.
 
It is boundless. 


Ann Foster
BooksbyAFoster            Have a blessed day.

Chicago School's Cool

I really like school
  In Chicago, it's cool

Boot the computer
  Log into Zoom
Then do whatever
  I want in my room

No shoes on my feet
  as I think up a tweet
If I'm oversexed
  I fire off racy texts

Yes, Ma'am, homework's done
  It really was fun ~
Every answer's online
  It's easy to shine
  
Time for lunch break
  A couple hours I'll take
To hijack two cars
  And then hit the bars

I really like school
  In Chicago it's cool

Golden Quill Quest

White doves sit on our window sill
One ponders peace, eternal will
Countless dreams does it now fulfill
Cradled in hope's hands, not to spill

Dullards seek weak concepts to kill
Artists think up ideas that thrill
Extra effort helps climb the hill
Sometimes fail, not for lack of skill
To taste again a bitter pill
We all know too well this droll drill

Will wisdom wield the golden quill
Strike solid blows for good, not ill
Once finally fed and had its fill
Oh soulful sigh, fate's clock stops still



Monorhyme 14 lines  91 words
Poem Written 3/10/21

The Mighty Fall and We'Re At the Top

Never an academic
tragic at school
I just didn't get it 
I learned bugger all 

But is a desk natural 
just look at a book 
a pen and some paper 
write what you took

all that sitting down still 
not an evolutionary skill 
long grass in a field 
with teamwork to kill 

the fact is hunting is learning 
coordination and communication
synced movement not disturbing 
alert, brave, unification 

the strong and the tall 
were the alpha mammal 
but now it's the book worm 
taking their turn

we look to intelligence 
to guide us along 
it's now mental relevance 
over physically strong 

now the alpha's the clever 
they think up solutions 
we forget the athletic 
who enabled us humans 

we needed the torso the legs and the arms 
we needed the brain like we needed the palms 
now we need eyes brains fingers and tongues 
humans evolved to do less than they've done 

apex at the top
but maybe that's your lot 
the mighty do fall 
when they slow down or stop

When Excuses Had To Be Good

I sometimes wonder if it was all a plot,
That my parents used a lot,
When I was in a spot,
To get my imagination running hot,
To think up excuses they believed not.

If you think this poem is worth a jot,
You will not think my writing has gone to pot,
And what comes next will not tie you up in a knot.
Or excuse what we say to the modern tot.

If we contrast yesterday with today,
We can notice a lack of imagination in their play, 
With parents making up the excuse of the day,
That would have taken me all day,
And when my parents' let me out of my room again to play, 
My imagination turned to what would one day make a mortgage pay,
And show me how to write this way.

Our Schools Are Doling Out Packets

The Corona Virus is in town
Our schools have promptly shut down.
We are sending packets to each child.
They are rather daunting, nothing mild.

Two hundred pages are going out for each.
You know these kids are going to screech!
Children who sit in school for seven hours a day
And do not fill out more than a half a page, just play.

We are over confident down in the golden tower
Where the bigwigs sit and think up this stuff by the hour.
The A students will be excited; it will keep them busy a week.
The hundred and ninety-six others will not open them even a peek.

The Corona Virus is in town.
Our schools have promptly shut down.
We are sending these packets in an optimistic silly way.
Most will not be returned at all no matter what the day.

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