Thank you for the word

thank-you Jordana Lilly

free now from obscured

I feel rhapsodies of silly

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

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