Thank you for the word
thank-you Jordana Lilly
free now from obscured
I feel rhapsodies of silly
Poems
I know we're young so it's not about sex
morrow 'tis old and our turn cums next!
To get inside my head, look here 'pon a poem
all this rattling about 'tis a living poet's dome
While nothing goes perfect
cause everything's misused
making just teeny mistakes
turns on the verbiage abuse
When doing everything right
yet told all things are wrong
here a goodbye hath arrived
and tough love's moving on!
Oh, what a beautiful letter
my such a wondrous word
herein pentameter iambic,
'tis e'er the best I've heard!
I'm an idiot sans the savant,
a sour lolly without any pop
an ice-cream missing a cone
dog who can't find his bones
I'm on rhythm losing to blue,
a bad carrot stirred up in pea
silver linings clouded by rain
and all disable candied canes
A poem a day keeps the doctor away
but a mortician's simply not an M.D.,
and the mortality rate for poet speak
spirals out far as the orbital shall see
Why does a poet pen rhymes?
Because the lexeme 'tis there!
Each passion and pain,
like dark clouds in rain
'tis timings daily living
'Pon humans well lived
every question thy give
'tis nice at being giving
I'm creating poems and I know
penning 'tis a worthy endeavor
'cause my father liked his verse
and he would say inking rhyme
'tis a very esteemed thing to do
It's okay 'tis what I say,
as I'm loved and loving
Groveling at the edge of something's not quite right,
'pon some weak wormhole's blurry liquid inner space
lives a bi-polar explorer's regretful lack of pitiful grit
frostbitten to a glowing ice igloo's warm admirations
