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I present a quick poem for you
In which I combine old and new
Prancing across dewy grass
Allows much, much time to pass
And if you should ever meet a whale
Be sure to never touch its tail
For whales' tails are very frail
Like crackers that have long gone stale
You wonder the function of this post
And I shall try to explain the most
But this simple poem is not math
It doesn't follow just one path
Such, as you see, is my curse
For better or even for worse
My train of thought has jumped the rails
Ice Whales? Tall Tales? Hay Bales?
I'm out of words, as you can see
Perhaps you could carry on for me.
submitted by Stuck in Rhyme, Lost in Time
(November 6, 2015 - 5:11 pm)
(November 6, 2015 - 5:11 pm)
Bravo! Bravo! Encore!
(November 6, 2015 - 8:11 pm)
Carry on? Oh sure, that'll do.
I'll write to you from my small igloo
You see, I live in a world of ice,
And snow, and hail. Does that entice?
And speaking of enticement, hear is some chocolate.
(November 8, 2015 - 8:02 am)
It does entice.
It's plain to see.
I don't seem nice,
not actually.
I live in a desert
and make no sense.
I hardly get hurt
Oh you can assert
that I am never dense.
The desert is hot,
It's definitely not
Like the icy home you describe.
If I could live there,
I'd often be scared
because where the polar bear hides.
(November 8, 2015 - 5:39 pm)
Rhyming. Yes, it's a difficult matter,
Yet entices you in like warm cookie batter.
It seems so simple, yet it is not,
(Well, sometimes. Lots rhymes with hot).
For one thing, nothing rhymes with November, the month that we're in.
After trying so long, my paitence is thin.
Also, angel, that tricky word!
Rhymes are escaping like a flighty bird.
And thus we end
My (awful) rhyming, my friend.
(November 8, 2015 - 4:31 pm)
It's not exact
But personally
I think "Remember" rhymes
With "November,"
As do "December," "Offender," and "Vendor."
Perhaps you would say
That these aren't really rhymes.
They don't sound the same;
Only tones and vowels alike.
Not even syllables
Can be included in that list
For silly old "Vendor"
Had to go and spoil it.
But enough about "November,"
A month of chill and hate.
Let's move on to something more pleasant.
"Angel," you say?
Why, that sounds great!
The only words that rhyme with "Angel"
And don't end in the same
That I can think of will just consist of:
"Graceful," "Painful," "Fatal," and "April."
But those are even WORSE than November's!
Now, how's that possible?
I guess as this poem gets longer
My mind just starts to wander
And eventually will abandon the entire freaking concept
Of what we were originally discussing, which of course was...
What was it again?
Something about September?
No... that's not right...
Oh well.
Farewell and good night!
(Even though it's nearly 7:00 AM!)
(November 18, 2015 - 6:40 am)
Hotair,
I have looked up this despair,
And there are words beyond compare,
That float about in air,
With no rhymes.
The dreariest of times!
Angel really doesn't rhyme with anything!
Elbow, bachelor, wolf, or orange too,
Have no rhymes to be found true.
(November 25, 2015 - 2:49 pm)
If I were a wolf
I would live in a gulf.
Just saying.
(November 26, 2015 - 8:31 am)
It would be hard to play golf
With a wolf in a gulf.
Again, just saying.
(November 27, 2015 - 3:59 pm)
Hot chocolate? Oh, thanks a lot
That, down here, will hit the spot
In Atlantis, the best way to pass the time
Is to find a spot, sit down, and rhyme!
You've been adear so now we'll bring
Some new people to this rhyming thing.
(November 8, 2015 - 5:03 pm)
Hot Chocolate? Oh that sure would be nice,
Although up here there is no ice,
You see, I'm on the back of a dragon in flight,
And there isn't anything warm in sight,
The freezing wind is biting my face,
If we don't slow down we'll end up in space!
Then again, Venus wouldn't be that bad right now,
It would be hot, and OH WOW!
What's that, up ahead that I see?
A nice hot fire burning for me!
Forget flying into space,
right now home is the best place!
(November 14, 2015 - 2:23 pm)
Excuse me, dear friend,
I don't wish to offend,
But while home has its draws
It also has flaws.
We're readers, you see, here,
So we go far and near
Worlds from the chilly and cold
To where we'll find literary gold
Come to find
In your mind
Go to write, learn, and see
Go through N, O, and P
Through the world you can fly
And while touching the sky
At once you can stay
Where it's best to just say
"Home is best,
Better than the rest,
But the world is right here
Everything is so near."
When you read.
(November 15, 2015 - 1:43 am)
Nothing is better on a rainy cold day
Than to curl up and read with cocoa, if I may
For you leave this hard world
Full of anger and doubt
And are sent to the greatness
Of imagination about.
There is hope and prosperity
In the pages you turn
In the places you get to
There are things you will learn.
You will learn to enjoy what you've got
And to love who you have
And to help all the others
And don't want what you don't have.
You'll learn to be happy
And you'll look up and see
The world is your oyster
Far under the sea!
Though life is quite hard,
There's no doubting that,
You can learn to be happy,
And you can learn to laugh.
(November 24, 2015 - 5:15 pm)
The melting, the smelting, the pelting of hot chocolate to thaw the freeze;
The mission, the transition of position from winter to springtime's breeze;
A couplet for you;
With only a line or two;
That's not a haiku;
(Whoops, that was a haiku)
CAPCHA is andu.
Yes CAPCHA, and you too.
(November 27, 2015 - 8:18 pm)