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RHYME TIME
Universal Poem #14
My human sat down to write this poem, that didn't rhyme,
What a waste of his talented time, not to his usual taste, nor mine,
Any hovering key tapper can finger his feelings down,
Can spill his heart until his soul is puddled on my ground,
What makes a poet most poetic is smooth and timely rhyming,
What makes my tapper better than yours, is his skill to rhyme sublimely,
With respect to haiku, and iambic pentameters,
My human rhymes fine lines with nine-life parameters,
Without rhyming words, I am not impressed,
No matter which combo of keys they do press,
Non rhyming poets leave me bored and depressed,
Their words with no rhymes, in public, undressed,
A poem with no rhymes, big deal, no stress,
Please finger and print my letters with care,
Open your rhyming heart on me, 'till your soul is poetically bared,
If you rhyme it, you'll show you have clever to spare,
If you rhyme it, you'll show that your wit isn't scared,
My love has been wired for those who declare,
That rhyming is poetry, no rhymes, beware,
Rhyming is poetry, my core belief shared.
A STAR IS MADE
Poem #37
Page seventeen / home and garden magazine
How will he ever see her star / short of the silver screen
As soon as she is famous / he'll come running or he'll scream
On local news / the weather girl / never to be seen
Her sculpture of his torso in her art house opening /
She lives now to be famous / so he'll kneel and kiss her ring
Master this and master that / pulling rabbits out of hats
Her star shone far / out of hell like bats
With everlasting growing fame / everyone soon knew her name
And with this fame her man appeared /
He asked her hand back / her pack of fans jeered
He begged her forgiveness / she peered down at him and sneered
She loved him and she hated him / she owed him her career
She'd learned to love herself the most / she smiled in the mirror
Welcome back / now go away / she left him in the rear
He should have never left her then / she warned him not to leave
She told him she would be his one / he never would believe
Now he joins the millions / reaching / pulling on her sleeves.
HOPING TO SEE
Poem #60
I gander out my window at the dreams we used to share,
Mordantly I tell myself I want my burrow bare,
Feckless is the vision of my salty freckled face,
Passersby my window, fail to fill my empty space,
Resigned to be the king of the least, alone in my lion’s den,
Yet still, I part the curtains, hoping to see your love again.
MAY I STARE?
Poem #62
Your face is beauty,
May I stare
with intent to understand?
May I bare, my soul, with hope that my vulnerability
will absorb the meaning of your allure?
May I dare to see the real color of your eyes
in my desire to know why rainbows leave me wanting?
I look away, afraid of spooking the miracle at play,
Your face is beauty,
I don't understand,
May I stare?
THREE HEAVENS
Poem #89
Three heavens, three heavens, I pray, I pray,
As I lay me down alone today,
One for my family,
One full of clever wonder,
One for the love, whose spell I'm forever under,
I pray the powers protect her soul,
Until they pick the days of our final drum rolls,
Our heaven, her heaven, my heaven, up in wait,
If I should roll before I wake,
I pray for our eternal date,
One heaven, two heavens, three heavens, please,
At my bedside, on my knees,
I pray and beg you for the keys,
To the gates of the rumored heavens three,
To the arms of the loves that bury me.
DEAR WEBSTER
Poem #65
Webster, please share with me the words
To define the beauty of her smile,
Allow me to express, with effervescent flair,
That I love her caring heart, and carefree style,
Alabaster, doesn't begin to describe, the luster of her pure skin hide,
Zealous, describes the jealous, nature of those, who've seen her bedroom eyes,
From A to Z, I search in vain, for the words that speak her truth,
Dear Webster I swore, to this woman I adore, that my poems to her would hold proof,
Proving, I'm the best and clever man, to have and hold her forever hand,
Webster, sweet Webster, please help me find, the words to construct my eternal plan.
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