Last night on TV,
Republicans debated.
Worse than a train wreck.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Friday, January 6, 2012
Thursday, January 5, 2012
My attempt at a Pantoum
Clarity as Rare as Sunlight
The crisp air burns my throat.
Breathing gets heavier the less I can see.
Through haze and fog I drift,
Clarity as rare as sunlight.
Breathing gets heavier, the less I see
Anything, even right in front of me.
Clarity as rare as sunlight
In Winter's dominion.
Anything, even in front of me
Fails to bring fire to my eyes.
In Winter's dominion
I struggle to rekindle flames of endurance.
Failing to bring fire to my eyes,
I drift through haze and fog.
I struggle to rekindle flames of endurance
As the crisp air burns my throat.
The crisp air burns my throat.
Breathing gets heavier the less I can see.
Through haze and fog I drift,
Clarity as rare as sunlight.
Breathing gets heavier, the less I see
Anything, even right in front of me.
Clarity as rare as sunlight
In Winter's dominion.
Anything, even in front of me
Fails to bring fire to my eyes.
In Winter's dominion
I struggle to rekindle flames of endurance.
Failing to bring fire to my eyes,
I drift through haze and fog.
I struggle to rekindle flames of endurance
As the crisp air burns my throat.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
More 2012 Limericks
My apologies in advance about the fat joke...
Winter's the evilest of seasons.
Cold, wind and snow are the reasons.
Plus never enough light,
Days shorter than night.
So much smog in the air, it's treason!
On a walk in the park in the cold,
Our hands in his jacked enfold.
With warm coffee in hand,
Conversation spanned
The length of the time that we strolled.
Sometimes I watch Biggest Loser.
Makes me my own kind of substance abuser.
Watching fat people run
Was never so fun.
My hat's off to the producer.
Winter's the evilest of seasons.
Cold, wind and snow are the reasons.
Plus never enough light,
Days shorter than night.
So much smog in the air, it's treason!
On a walk in the park in the cold,
Our hands in his jacked enfold.
With warm coffee in hand,
Conversation spanned
The length of the time that we strolled.
Sometimes I watch Biggest Loser.
Makes me my own kind of substance abuser.
Watching fat people run
Was never so fun.
My hat's off to the producer.
My first poetry of 2012...limericks...
Heather has trouble with numbers.
Above 15 or 16 she blunders.
How she counts sheep
When trying to sleep
One must certainly wonder.
Calliope likes to eat trash.
Thinks the garbage is her personal stash.
Into the can goes her nose
For something disposed
Until I start smacking her ass.
Pierre is a dog that I know
Whose gay dad sets my face all aglow.
When he snuggles between us
I know that this must
Be a moment I'll never let go.
Above 15 or 16 she blunders.
How she counts sheep
When trying to sleep
One must certainly wonder.
Calliope likes to eat trash.
Thinks the garbage is her personal stash.
Into the can goes her nose
For something disposed
Until I start smacking her ass.
Pierre is a dog that I know
Whose gay dad sets my face all aglow.
When he snuggles between us
I know that this must
Be a moment I'll never let go.
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