Day: September 21, 2018

Five Little Ghosts are ready to party, Ho-Ho it loud and Ho-Ho it hardy. Friendly are they so no need to worry, people join in and don’t run or scurry. Give them a break – they’ve been boxed for a year, now is their time to play and to cheer, to hoot and to howl … Read moreFive Little Ghosts

I’ll just shout YOU down! – I’ll just shout YOU down! our leaders aren’t talking – just wearing a frown. Logic and reason are thrown out the door, while playing trite games and keeping a score. Insults and threats are all that we see, the harsher the words – the more seems the glee. The way that they’re acting is … Read moreI’ll just Shout you Down

The Chiefs won again – the only one left, and I know the reason why they are so deft. It isn’t the linemen so beefy and mean, it isn’t the decibels that the crowds scream. It isn’t the game plan though smart it might be, it isn’t that field goal they kick without tee. Their … Read moreGreat Lucky Charm

A lapse in time since my last rhyme, the bells for rhyme just did not chime. So now I sit composing wit, but pegs and holes don’t seem to fit. Do others read this site – not much, imaginations it don’t touch. As wings they serve upon a bee, I’ll keep rhyming just for me. … Read moreJust for Me

There’s a tune in my head that won’t go away, I don’t want it there but it’s stuck on replay. Crept in yesterday from a radio song, enough is enough as its been here too long. Thought sleep was the cure but it was in my dreams, that tune is persistent and stubborn it seems. … Read moreTune Exorcist

Getting close to sixty-nine, certainly am past my prime. Though this girl who’s almost five, makes me glad that I’m alive. A daughter of the grander kind, keeps me strong in sole and mind. For she keeps me on my game, she is my Eternal Flame.

Fingers do good things, Fingers do bad things, Fingers have minds of their own. From picking your nose, to painting your toes, More than mere knuckles and bone. Raise one in anger, raise two in peace, raise all in a friendly high five. Fingers of sinners, Fingers of saints, must clasp if we are to … Read moreFingers

Hand in hand we walk with her, We are Grandparents – that’s for sure. A gift to us from our dear daughter, both mean more than air and water. We treasure time we spend with her, moves to fast and that’s for sure. Seems yesterday ’twas in our palm. the tiny hand of her dear … Read moreWe are Grandparents

The rhymes I write are just for fun, the purpose there is really none. But just a note from one afar, I think you know just who you are. Single student – rhyming man, with lofty goals within your plan. I thank you now yet many times, your thoughtful words about my rhymes.    

It used to be beer – now it’s just cola, a change that I made now that I’m olda. Buy it in packs – just like the past, prefer it that way – the longer they last. Traded the buzz for something much more, can end standing up – not drunk on the floor. The … Read moreIt used to be Beer