Category Archives: Original Poems

Here are some rhymes
that I have written.
With sweet sounding words,
I think I’m smitten.

Using every darned last inch of this costly journal down to the last line

I intend to use every darned inch of this journal.  I have these last two-point-five empty blank pages left before the whole thing is full.  Waste not want not.  Be frugal.  Be careful.  Check the balance.  Watch out, especially with … Continue reading

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Garden Wars

I waded deep into the weeds      and fought with might and main. In pitched combat, battle joined, I finally overcame.

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Birthday Greeting to an Artist Friend

Oh Evelyn our friend so dear Seems you’ve clicked off another year. The march of time: relentless, cruel, No pausing, stopping (as a rule). And not just that but Decades! Six! To persevere – what were your tricks? But sands of … Continue reading

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Nothing to Fear

There’s nothing to fear now and nobody who I need to protect me from being run through. I’ve food on my table, a wife in my bed, Three wonderful children, so what do I dread? A big brooding something will … Continue reading

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Setting Moon

The setting moon this morning was a welcome, sweet surprise; A strong and silent witness to my place and to my size.

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On the Bus (A Text-Messaged Rhyme)

On the bus headed home. See you soon, you like my pome?

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Before Christmas this Year I Loved You Once Again

I walked into the house This day, ten days before Christmas. You, your friends, Handel-ing the season at the Concert Hall Me, starting to pack our van, the holiday mobile we will drive to this year’s Noel near the Hudson. … Continue reading

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Too Many Purses

Curses, curses Too many purses. Can’t find my keys now for better or worses.

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Good Morning Sun

I know you’re on the way, sun, your glow, red, pink, orange grows above that wall just east. I’m watching the clouds, frilly wisps you turn from gray to white pink, Where are you, sun? Why do you tarry? Shy … Continue reading

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Lighten!

Life’s too short      to get so dreamy, writing words      all warm and creamy. Easy getting     over serious, much of that      you’ll get delirious. Writing, living:      keep enjoyable. Too intense?      It is a foi-a-ble. Living, writing:      … Continue reading

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