A poem from a combination of clichés LOL...
I looked and chose a thick one Tossed it sideways into the water Grimacing; sticking out my tongue One, two… Quickly, it goes under… Then she looks around, a flat one
Out with the old, in with the new Spring cleaning time, everything m… Old fangled ideas out; to them bid… For it’s time to watch our possibi… Friends that drag us down, let the…
It’s time for resolutions Change our lives for the better Give up our nasty habits And slow down the wear and tear Alcohol and cigarettes
My young son threw a ball at me But sadly, he caught me unaware And it bounced right in front of m… Oh! I melted at his wounded stare… Perhaps more focused I should be
Unread my rhymes could be, it matt… Even if all my poems gain no accla… Satisfied will I be and bear no s… For my time and effort won’t be fo… Words I write describe the beauty…
The day I retired My skills didn’t diminish Nor did they vanish Yet, now I’m out to pasture As useful as horse manure
That kind of gloomy Sunday The skies grey and overcast All morning in bed I lay Hoping the doldrums won’t last But by noon the clouds parted
Glacier covered peak Like hands in pray’r rising up To mystical heights Deep blue lake waters Robin’s egg sky up above
Joe Black, stay away Come again some distant day Rain check if I may Today gotta see my friends Say hello and make amends
A world black and white Grays of every depth and shade Our God could have made Instead He painted rainbows To brighten our tomorrows
Limerick Just for Laughs A lumberjack lived deep in the woo… But as he got older, he became mor… He doesn’t take a shower for weeks Yikes! His pungent body odor reek…
With no time pieces Yet they were able to see Days getting shorter The cavemen fearful Sun will disappear from view
Surrender not; hope, give up never Look east! Rising, the radiant su… Soonest, it’s rays will warm us al… Light shall banish darkness, and w… Fret not therefore, the Lord shal…
As dusk turns to dawn; day into ni… Our lives unfold thus; minute by m… Some brilliant as the early mornin… Others so somber, melancholy grips… We count the leaves in the tree of…
By noon, it surpassed a hundred In degrees Fahrenheit that is So right now, we’ll wallow in bed We’ve done all our exercises By three o’clock, gray clouds roll…