Friday Poem

Today is Friday

End of the week

Another one over

Continue a streak

Were able to rise

Able to move

Counting my blessings

These thoughts can soothe

When this day is over

I get time to rest

For next week get ready

To give it my best

Excess Pound Lament

When looking down
I know my fate
I need to go
And lose some weight

My bathroom scale
Does not lie
I step on it
And then I sigh

Some exercise
A needed cog
I need to walk
But cannot jog

I can't lose weight
By sitting here
Go to get up
While thoughts are near

You think alike?
You sing this song?
We'll both get up
And move along

Good luck to you
Good luck to me
Pounds will go down
We'll watch with glee

Exercising the Muse

The longest time
I let him snooze
I had to wake
The Whattville muse

Creative juice
I want to flow
I need to rhyme
And let it show

Excessive rest
Is not too wise
I need the muse
To exercise

An active muse
Is just a start
Makes people think
I'm rhyming smart

We're near the end
I'm almost done
An active muse
Helps me have fun

Election Year Upon Us

This is the year
We have our election
And many folks
Stand up for inspection

The red and blue
They have their plan
They hope to reach
The common man

Sometimes I think
It is so vile
They cannot reach
Across the aisle


They make their stand
But raise some doubt
Some open closets
And bones fall out

Election time
This is the year
I hope the best
But have my fear

The Challenge Limerick

I challenged myself to do rhyme
And I gave myself some time
I still have nine days
To find some more ways
To make my creative bells chime

The Nice Guy Blues

I am nice
And that's a perk
I don't know how

To be a jerk

I never learned

To fuss and fight

It helps me when

I sleep at night

I wonder some

If getting sore

If being mean

Would get me more

I guess I know

I'll learn the trick

To advance some more

Forget it! I'll just be nice

The old school grounds

On this barren piece of land

Is where a building used to stand

Many kids would know the rule

Because the building was a school

My kids went there, were seldom late

They attended there, grades six through eight

While going there they learned a bunch

And went another place for lunch

And learning there went on for years

A lot of joy, a lot of tears

Community would use it too

Inside were many things to do

And now the building's come and gone

The empty space will be a lawn

Stories from some may be praised

Since memories can not be razed