Monthly Archives: September 2014

No Thanks, I’ll Pass

There are some things I will not eat
That others think are such a treat
I do not understand their thoughts
What they enjoy leaves me distraught

The morsels they desire most
Are nothing about which to boast
It just does not seem right to me
That these things are delicacies


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Night Sky over the Duck Pond


The moon climbs high into the night
The sun has gone to bed
I’ve a long walk home in fading light
To rest my tired head

The stars reflecting on the pond
Set my mind at ease
As though the sky itself was fond
Of strolling ‘mongst the trees


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Cats and Beans and Sinking Ships

Secrets big and secrets small
Can you keep them secrets all

Cats in bags can get loose
To speed around on go-go-juice
Once they’re out you will find
Your honor has been much maligned

Beans that have spilled on the floor
Can find their own way out the door
To try to bring them back again
Is a fight you’ll never win

Loose lips that let secrets slip
Have been known to sink tight ships
The souls that go to Davy Jones
Will tell of woes that you have sown

Gossip leads to a big fall
So keep your word and stand tall

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The Journey of Art

A story told by poets and bards
Should touch the hearts of men who read it
And make them feel as though they’ve starred
And not some character going through it

The better the bard the stronger the feeling
And some truly leave the reader reeling
Art is about conveying emotions
To make the blood hot or show true devotion

Scenes are painted stroke by stroke
To take you away to far off lands
Introduce you to other folk
Separated by time’s sands

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500 Years From Now

I’ve often wondered what men might think 500 years from now
If they should find my humble abode while turning with the plow
The earth that builds around my home and covers it through time.
Will they sift through the sherds of pots and wipe away the grime
And take the time to see the riches that I have gathered round
To read the words that I have writ that seem to me profound
Or will they merely write an ode about a mouse seen afield
And speak of plans gang aft agley ignoring what was revealed

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