Life comes with moments of sadness
touched with moments of pain
but it also comes with moments of joy
I have loved, lived and breathe
the upsides and the downsides of life
I have sacrificed many things
indulged in the finer things
I gave love, received love, found love
and lost love
I have experienced the good and bad
in all that life has to offer
The ups and downs and turnarounds
You build up you get torn down only
to turn and start to rebuild again
Knowing in all this I was never alone
God always walks beside me
until the day he decides to call me home.
Categories:
upsides, life,
Form: Free verse
Chickens have beaks. For pecking
Their enemies and other unfortunate barnyard chickens
If they are dumb enough to get blood on them.
We will gang up and peck them to death,
Like people do, with rumours and stuff.
Chickens have scrawny un-tasty legs.
That is the downfall in being one, but there are
Other upsides, and I shall name my favorite one now.
Chickens can run around the barnyard for awhile
After their heads are chopped off.
Not clucking of course, but
Making those murdering humans laugh,
Which tends to terrorize the other chickens.
I am jealous of this.
Categories:
upsides, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
Who could live in Phoenix
Where the temps are through the roof?
The heat is causing flights to cancel;
That’s sufficient proof.
I’m sure there must be upsides
But it’s not the place for me.
One hundred seventeen!* ‘Bout sixty’s*
What I like to see.
*temperatures (in Fahrenheit)
Categories:
upsides, weather,
Form: Rhyme
An English pub’s a perfect place
To sip an IPA.
Its cozy vibes can warm you
On a windy wintry day.
I do not live in England
But Manhattan’s where you’ll find
Whatever type of restaurant
Or bar you have in mind.
And that is why I found myself
Indulging in a draft
Inside a quite convincing pub,
With English servers staffed.
My spouse and I both ordered pints
With sausages and fries.
(In London, they’d be “bangers”
Served with “chips,” I would surmise).
But still, it came just close enough
That, with each frothy sip,
We could pretend we’d crossed the pond
To Britain, on a trip.
Yet when we paid the bill, of course,
There were no pounds or pence.
A fantasy just goes so far
And then it makes no sense.
Reality has upsides, though,
And here’s where this one led –
A few blocks walk on New York streets
And straight to my own bed!
Categories:
upsides, drink, food,
Form: Rhyme
The reddish
grave
is the do ,
else what the soul
swallowing my turn ,
the following
unfortunate .
Been the pieces of
what under I ,
or the kisses why
thunder my of ,
or the pathetic body
that the soil ,
even
the what the
compassionate it ,
somehow
upsides down and
down ,
and on so ..
Categories:
upsides, life, sad, sorry,
Form: I do not know?