Writing poetry on demand

Here I sit, pen in hand
Writing poetry on demand
Some is good, some is bad
Depending on what drink I’ve had
Root beer, tea, or ginger ale,
Each of these makes it fizzy
Others make it sound so stale
Weaving words makes me dizzy
Rhyming is a lot of work
Lists of words in your head
Worth it though for a smirk
When the poem at last is read.


April is National Poetry Month.  If you’d like to read poems by other budding poets, honor the folks at NaPoWriMo.net with a visit, and peruse their participants’ sites.


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The Right to Say It

Desolation is all around
No consolation to be found

An empty desk before my eyes
Papa est parti.” a young girl cries

Men who twist a Prophets words
Turn sublime into absurd

A soulful journey is undertaken
My faith in man to reawaken

A million candles do I see
Lit in honour of Charlie

Whether or not I agree with what you say, you still have the right to say it.

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Thinking summer, feeling winter

The skies are cold and gray,
The snow refuses to fall
I miss the days of May
And the sound of the red bird’s call

Winter is making me yawn
I long for springtime heat
Walking across the lawn
With flowers at my feet

A gentle wind will blow
While I’m relaxing in the sun
But now I’ve got to go
My toes are feeling numb


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Someone Else’s Poem

If I were put on the spot and had to recite someone else’s poem, the only one that comes to mind quickly is one I read in a book from the 1800’s.  I don’t know the name of the author.  The poem can speak for itself.

Sin is a beast of such hideous mien
As to be hated needs but to be seen.
But seen too oft familiar its face
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.


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In This Book

In this short book you will find
Attempts at poems on every line
Some for fun some to inspire
And lift you up when you tire
Will you like them, I cannot say
But that you read them I do pray

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