Think of Note in a Bottle, pretty Color, paisley Mottle. Won’t wash Up on Distant Shores, seen by Hikers eating Smores. Write in Ravens, Rats, and Pigs, smartest Creatures – Forest Gigs. Have them Laughing in the Trails, wiggling Noses – flapping Tails. Sit on Crest of Forest High, right On top Close to the … Read moreIf a Rhyme is Written in the Forest, and No One is There, Is it Read?
Helping Hands for your First Walk, from Your Parents ‘round the Clock. Hands to Steady from your Trike, then to Riding your First Bike. Hands to Hold of your First Love, bare in Warmth – Not with Glove. Teaching Hands while You’re in School, equip you Better for Life’s Pool. Hands that Haunt you To … Read moreHands
Must it be Deep to have Real Meaning? Be Simple Stuff or In-betweening? Make you Think or Just for Fun? Forget/Remember when you’re Done? Use some Words that Few will Know? In a Style that Minds will Blow? Inspire True and Loyal Following? Impact/Discard what Brain is Swallowing? What is There that Makes you Look, … Read moreMust it Be?
Perry the Polliwog lived In a Bog, Middle Class plot right Next to a Log. Played with his Friends and Other things too. What you’d Expect young Polliwogs do. The Teenliwog years – Not soon Enough, got his Legs then though Growing was Tough. Girl Teenliwogs with heightened Appeals, after he Got his Teenliwog Wheels. … Read moreThe Growth to Date of Perry the Polliwog
What Animal lasts Longer than Me, now I’m almost Seventy-three? Still few Days until that Date, “Geezer Mind” just could not Wait. Two Hundred Years in Artic Waters, quite a Span for Sons and Daughters. Greenland Shark – Bowhead Whales, living longer Head to Tails. Red Sea Urchins looking Sharp, a Koi fish – a … Read moreWhat Animal lasts Longer than Me?
Aging Skin should Be like Leaves, dotting Sidewalks and in Eaves. Maybe sluff in Pretty Hues, as this Aging Skin you Lose. ‘Cause you Really can’t Rake Skin, Collect it In a big “Skin Bin.” Do the Shake Off every Night, with some Music – Do it Right. Lot more Aging Skin these Days, how … Read moreAging Skin
Grab a Syllable or Two, Add some More is What you Do. Stress them Up – Unstress them Down, Bobambic Foot is your Playground. Then you Ask those Feet to Walk, Imagination never Block. Rhythm then Starts in your Head, Metallica to Grateful Dead. Rhyming Words are Sure the Key, In this Style I Share … Read moreBobambic Grantameter
I got Conned by a Nine-year Old, my Granddaughter Truth be Told. Her request Was quite a Chore, had to Play it On the Floor. Took a While to Get down There, Bent my Parts and Said a Prayer. Humiliation soon to Come, way Before … Read moreGrandpa’s Mastermind Diaster
I’m partial to the Zip-up Hoodie, Wear It like a Hoodie Should-be! Cool in Front – Warm in Back. I’m a Hoodie Maniac. Quarter Zip or Over-the-Head, “Just not Right” this Rhymer Said. Slip, Fit, and Zip the Key, Easy Peasy – One, Two, Three. Those that Wore the other Styles, Saw no Reason for … Read moreHoodie Play