A poem’s light A poem brings to light

What the heart is eager to recite

No matter how slight

Or how great it’s height

So long as it has meaning to one’s self

Ode Too Nature

Nature the ultimate tamer

Can’t be given the title of hater

Will give you no favor

Other than strength to live

And the mind to make lore

Don’t mess with a bee hive

You won’t find a band playing live

But the sound of nature

And it’s fantastic allure

This may not make sense

But at least it’s not tense

The Nutty Boy

A young boy a little bit nutty

Accepted a bear as a buddy

It then stole his goat

Because it could float

The boy then found another buddy

She Said What

She says taboo

He says boota

The chicken says moo

Now how’s that true

Now I bid you adoo

And a toodaloo

THE PACIFIST

When in danger of body not honor

The pacifist can remain for longer

But for honor not body

The pacifist cant dolly

He’ll just have to wait ‘till he’s taller

 

The Roar A man heard a roar in a ruin

And wondered what trouble was brewin

He then ventured in

To see what’s within

And found nothing worth doin

The Shroud I’m one of the crowd the one hidden behind the shroud the shroud of many converging to one but what brings me the want to be one of the shroud the crowd of like minded of one who are many invisible not by lack of sight but by too much of it do you remember the sight of all the faces of all the people you see over a day, over a year, or some other amount of time do you see them now or are they a part of the shroud of all things one once sees but no more, in all life only these two things are for a fact death and the impossibility of forever being apart from the crowd.

Writing without a thought

I don’t know what to write oh well

I guess I’ll just sleep until the bell