Relaxing, Are You?

Afternoon, friends and all others. I hope you’ll all enjoy the poem today. Reading it should be like writing it, you’ll smell the sea and feel the sand, the cool shade of the tree you’re sitting under, and just, finally, be able to breathe. Without further ado…


Under a Tree

On a cloud above the rest,

not the ground we so detest,

peering down at all the ants

as gulls pirouette and dance.

Fearing there upon the shore

there might be some kind of door

to that place I’d like to go.

Much anticipation does it sew.

By the sea

there is a tree

under which I’ll sit

for just a bit,

think a while

and maybe I’ll smile.

Summer Has Arrived

Good morning, everybody! With it getting warmer and greener outside, there’s a lot to look forward to. Please enjoy the poem today. It’s a little different from others I’ve written, like I said before. Very upbeat!


Summer Has Arrived

Summer has arrived!

With its warmth and its charm,

Just like the taste of a good chicken parm!

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Summer has arrived

with its light breezes and sunny days.

You don’t have to care what anyone says.

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Summer has arrived,

the emails read,

telling a story of workplace socials

and retirement parties.

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Summer has arrived.

It’s time to come and dance!

Let’s just hope we have the chance.

Short Today

Afternoon! A short one for y’all today. I like it and have ideas for some more short form stuff soon. Enjoy!


Grocery List

Always needing

onions,

eggs,

cheese,

and honey.

Whether it’s sweet

or something funny,

I’m always hungry.

Time for food!

Time for dinner.

Cooking for myself

and I always feel a winner.

Enjoy the day!

It won’t last

but even still,

with more like it,

it’ll be more good days

sometime soon.

Think Hard For A While

Howdy, pardners. Apologies for the lack of a post yesterday. I was feeling somewhat under the weather and needed a break. Today I’ve got for you a little poem I cooked up just for y’all. Please Enjoy!


So Many Maybes

It doesn’t feel real.

Being swept from my feet,

carried in your arms,

proceeding then

to be swiftly shunted

back into the ground,

on my back this time,

no air in my lungs.

It happens so fast

it gives me whiplash

and, boy, does my neck hurt.

Feeling not alive or dead,

but like a shadow

drifting from corner to corner,

from tree to tree,

from person to person,

finding no respite

in this transience,

yet always coming with the day.

Coming to terms.

Not an agreement

without difficulty.

So many maybes…

How tired can one be?

Can’t Wait To Live It!

Afternoon, everybody! Got another fun little poem for you here. Please enjoy, friends.


Can’t Wait To Live It

It just doesn’t make any sense!

That’s all I’ve got to say.

So many times I’ll say it

in exasperation!

Wearing a dunce cap,

i ask again,

“Why doesn’t it make any sense!”

I find no answer in the empty space around me.

So why do I continue to float around in empty space,

asking questions of the stars,

stars who might never answer?

Well what else would you have me do?

I’ll float and float until I’m found

and then I’ll tell my story.

They’ll write books and songs about me!

They’ll never know the best parts of the story!

I can’t wait to live them.