Journals
Thursday,Nov 19 2009, 02:03:51 PMJoey & Myrtle
The tortoise and the turtle
were named Joey and Myrtle
and though they were cousins of a sort
not from the same shop were they bought
Now it happened that on one sunny day
Myrtle came to the pond where Joey lay
basking in the sun to warm before a swim
but when she came into view he had another whim
Being slightly less than full of guile
he promptly came to chat with her a while
and was not too shy to nudge her shiny shell
for that she liked him he thought that he could tell
But when he asked her to come for a swim
her answer quite deeply horrified him
“Swimming is simply not good for my skin”
at which he blinked with mouth silently gaping
"Not swim?" he finally found the breath to gasp
"then how do you fish" he took her to task
she responded "No fish is in my diet"
"I just eat salad stuff, you should try it"
Such a thing Joey had never known
so he went to swim just on his own
to contemplate this strange diet Myrtle chose
eating weeds that would have tickled his nose
Where is the fun in that he thought
I enjoy chasing till fish are caught
but those salads seem like weeds to me
and have no movement I can see
All this time Myrtle was chomping leaves
under the pleasant shelter of some trees
a mixed salad left out for her to munch
when her owner was preparing lunch........
(c)Rhumour
November 18th 2009
Wednesday,Nov 18 2009, 02:32:12 PMRhyming Couplets
Rhyming couplets - an old short form of poetry that I've been playing with recently, these are examples I've penned in the iambic pentameter format (10 syllables per line) as used by early exponents like John Donne.
The Game
All will be told at the cards final fold
Which man will his dear lady hunt and scold
Yo Ho Ho
Yo ho ho and a flagon of red rum
Who will be standing when the race has run
The Poet
What was it that the poet ate last night
His breath has sent the cat in frenzied flight
All (C) Rhumour November 2009
Saturday,Nov 14 2009, 09:13:12 PMLike Dreamers Do...
Like Dreamers Do
My pillows are so crumpled
My bed in such a mess
It's time to do the laundry
Where was my last nights rest
Seems I woke a dozen times
Dreams I recall but never tell
Feature movies aren't that fine
Oh yes they were really swell
And if upon my lips that smile
Seems to fade sometime today
I'll day dream for a little while
Of where my lips may come to play
(c)Rhumour
September 8th 2008
Saturday,Nov 14 2009, 05:56:07 AMBeneath
Long lost they lay beneath the ice
in which their skated feet had cut a slice
as they once pirouetted together in delight
on a sparkling winters moonlight night.
The press would say they ran from view
and for a week or more theories anew
of where they went and how they slipped
past those that this accident had tricked
Pressed together their souls entwined
all troubles past, think of them kind
for such devotion that they knew
was rare to see for me and you....
(c)Rhumour
November 11th 2009
Friday,Nov 6 2009, 02:42:52 PMIt...
It was the lonely place
The only place
Though the man was not alone
It felt so cold to him
So very old to him
And he knew that he must groan
It was the depth of dark
The total lack of lark
Whose song he had ne'er known
It felt the heat from him
And heard the pain within
That came from every struggling bone
It began to suck him down
Knowing he would ne'er be found
But meet others it had also heard to moan
It was the quicksand that he had met
A lonely place for sure, but yet
There was to be some company underground
(c)Rhumour
November 5th 2009