The Poet In Me
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My subject matter is starting to get on out there once again,
So I’ve again decided to put the poet in me to a temporary end.
This Poem is just a farewell and thanks to readers everywhere,
I hope there may have been a blog or two of interest out there. Continue reading
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Here’s a short little ole poem that I have just written down.
That proposes an alternate color may be used as we frown,
Sometimes I think about some really strange things for sure,
And most of you people may think that I need a head cure. Continue reading
Growing Old
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Everyday something else shows up as another sign of old age,
Our aches and pains keep building yearly which makes us rage.
This poem describes how I visualize myself as I grow older.
It’s like an increasing burden that we must carry on our shoulder. Continue reading
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Sometimes it feels good to blow a little hot air having fun,
Other times a little hot air can keep us out of trouble on the run.
This poem reviews a little of my hot air about some real times,
While working hard to make sure all the poem verses rhyme. Continue reading
Hawg Jaw Bill’s Hall Of Shame
There are some groups around that just screw things up good.
They have perhaps been more successful than they should.
This poem investigates those named into my own hall of shame,
And discusses just why they should be feeling some blame. Continue reading
A Fish Out Of Water
I think that we have all felt like a fish out water at some point,
This poem gives a few of my experiences being out of joint,
A flopping around on land wishing I could be another place,
But, I usually toughed it out, displaying my own internal grace. Continue reading
Although I went to church with Mom when I was a young lad,
The things that went on there made me wonder if it was bad.
I decided that I didn’t need hypocrites preaching to me lies.
The poem describes things that went on before my own eyes. Continue reading
There’s one little word that makes women go stark raving mad,
They lose all their senses and any patience that they ever had.
They’ll knock you on down and stomp you too without fail.
If you’re in their path when they see the tiny little word “SALE.” Continue reading
Do you have an ego? Do you know what it is? 1 thought about it for a while and believe I figured out what my inner ego has been. Continue reading
I wonder more that ever as I grow older with more time to think,
Some of the things I wonder about have answers that stink.
This poem captures a few of those strange wonderings of mine,
And my thoughts on the wonderings coming out of my mind. Continue reading