Tangled

  blossoms and decay from rose to a tangled rot such is this, our lot #boo    

The Poem of Me

The poem of me from yesterday Is not that which I am today In many ways they may resemble But don't be fooled by what I say Look closely at what you hear Listen with more than just an ear The poem of me from yesterday Is not that which I am today You think …

Sorry

Sorry 'bout the homework. Sorry 'bout the room. Sorry 'bout the mix up With the chimney and the broom. Sorry 'bout the hamster. Sorry 'bout the bug. Sorry 'bout the purple stain In the middle of the rug. Sorry 'bout the superglue. Sorry 'bout the report card. Sorry 'bout the neighbor's cat I buried in …

Me

I like bubble gum. I like bats. I like baseballs And cowboy hats. I like mudcakes. I like moles. I like mountain bikes And deep, dark holes. I like tinker toys. I like tag. I like tadpoles And greasy, dirty rags. I like football. I like fightin'. I like fishin', Especially when they're bitin'. I …

Wiffle Bats

Wiffle bats, baseball hats, Touch football, Flowers in the spring, Leaves in the fall, Climbing up the neighbor's tree, Swimming in the lake, A mug of hot chocolate, A barbecued steak, Catching frogs and fireflies, Angels in the snow, Nighttime crickets chirping, Thunderclouds so low, Whistling with my fingers, Chewing on some grass, The seasons …

Pray

This was originally written for Poem Man... However, the editorial staff made the determination that it juuuust wasn't the right fit. Perhaps it's a better fit for this eve of the hallowed and haunted... And yes, I am already in my costume... Boo!

My Town

All my life I've lived in a town Where stop means go And up means down, Where happy means sad And black means white, Where good means bad And wrong means right, Where night means day And yes means no, Where work means play And fast means slow, Where yesterday means tomorrow And midnight means …

The Origins and Utility of a Nursery Rhyme, A Study in Part

One, two, Buckle my shoe; Three, four, Open the door; Five, six, Pick up sticks; Seven, eight, Lay them straight: Nine, ten, A big, fat hen; Eleven, twelve, Dig and delve; Thirteen, fourteen, Maids a-courting; Fifteen, sixteen, Maids in the kitchen; Seventeen, eighteen, Maids a-waiting Nineteen, twenty, My plate's empty.       FOR MORE …

Wiggle

I don't want to write bestsellers, Or be president of this great land. I don't want to paint like Picasso, Or sing in a rock and roll band. I don't want to star in the movies, Or do anything that brings wealth or fame. I don't want to be an overpaid athlete Of any professional …

Poem Man

Come hither all ye children And gather round, For the Poem Man cometh To your quaint town. He's bringing the most magical, beautiful, Spectacular sounds... Sounds that you may have never heard before. He has the sounds of pinks and yellows And midnight blues. You'll hear rainbows and gumdrops And morning dew. Come hither sweet …