Stay on the paved walks...Stay on the paved walksLet the wind whisper on byBeauty beyond us
Thanksgiving LimerickThere once was a turkey named MartyWho was never asked to a party But come end of November A party to rememberAnd right in the center was Marty!
The GameIgnorance is blissThat's the real gameThe conundrum of lifeTrouble is once you realize itYou've already blown itIf you hear me on thisYou just lost the game too...
Creative Misinterpretation?I love youThose three wordsAre said too muchBut not enough
ProcrastinationA haiku a dayOr maybe a limerickI'll start tomorrow
World Grown ColdWalking on pavementHardly any green in sightCold is all we have
One Special NightThe winter´s night was crisp and clear,the heaven full of starsand all the ones who saw the signs,came there from near and far.They followed one bright shining star,to a place called Bethlehem,to a stable on the edge of townand Joseph beckoned them in."Look!" He cried with tears in his eyes."Mary´s had a child.""He´s wonderful, so precious. Stayand behold him for a while.""He will grow to be a good man,clever, wise and mild.""He´ll teach the world about love andto have faith in all mankind."Joseph smiled as his head did nodand this he also said,"This child is someone special,for he was sent to us from God." Poetry by Suzan
Christmas LightsTwilight moments between night and dayAre quiet and cold in winter's graspIn suburban solitude I strollOn the frigid eve of Christmas dayThat tranquil silence and touch of frostIs what drew me from within my homeIntrospection presses upon meWith the urgency of a soft breezeSo rare an occasion has pavementSeemed inviting upon which to treadBefore long all that lights my pathwayAre street lamps and tacky Christmas lightsWhat pathetic form of vanityWould compel a family to throwA tasteless assortment of light bulbsOn their home in so-called Christmas cheer?I slow down and linger near the houseDisplaying the most exuberanceA quick glimpse through the window revealsA tree heavily decoratedPlaced next to the glass for all to seeAre they so vain that they would indulgeWhat has become a stereotypeOf this nation's seasonal culture?Continuing on my night saunterI stare down the rod ahead of meInstead of the ornate vanityWith which these strangers strike my sensesThe n
How to be happy.Wash away the webs, clean your wounds,and whiten your smile.Break your mirrors,dump the contents of your makeup drawer,and dry your face of your tears.Burn away the wax inside of you,listen to the gales of the wind god,breathe deeply and dispel your worries,and understand that it could always be worst.Understand that there are people there for you,and they always will be.
ArachneSpinyour silkof rhythm,weave tapestrieswith your thread of words;imagery createdfrom an alphabet of dreams,your skill rivaling Athena's;the condensation of all our sighsgets caught in your network of poetry.
Day 4 Prompt (Prompts for Pizza)"It was time to destroy beauty."Beauty lies in all,In every living being, big or smallIn the midnight stars glittering in an ebony skyAnd in the lush green trees that love to catch your eyeBeauty shows us our purpose, our passionIt shows it self in a very unique fashionThey say true beauty is found on the insideBut why should it have to hide?Beauty's complexities are so perplexingAnd I find it very vexing...If true beauty is on the inside, is the outside fake?Such ponderings I must forsake!I cannot apprehend beauty any more,This topic is becoming very abhor!For now I am all out of spiritBeauty? I think I'll destroy it.
Lessons from HeroesA dusty box of cartridges under the TVControllers always tangled, and you’d get on to me.One day when boredom struck me all those years ago,You put in Ocarina, little me in shadow’s towWhile I watched with wide eyes as you put on a show.We rode on valiant steeds, and captured many poesI met the Twilight Princess, and conquered many foes.There were fairies and heroes, swords to spare.When the Princess needed saving, we were always there.Courage, Link taught me, can come from anywhere.Once again when boredom struck I found an old green case,I became a Knight of the Republic, and I slid it into place.Companionship, exploring and fighting Malak’s tyranny,The utter shock and fear, as I learned that Revan was me.Redemption, Revan taught me, can set the tortured free.At Christmas time I pleaded, another story please!The Jade Empire, you promised held adventure’s key.I became the Last Spirit Monk, and gave a joyful cry!Only to face betrayal, and watch
Chance EncountersA chance encounter can ruin your dayA chance encounter can take your breath awayBut they keep life movingAnd sometimes improving'Tis chance or destiny, who's to say?