Tag Archives: Poetry

January 27, 2023 Some call it traditional others old fashioned,I love my words metered and flowing with rhyme.Now poetry’s changed, even rhythm is shunned.That seed that was planted way back in my prime Was encased in a pod that took … Continue reading →

December 29, 2022 I doubted I would write today,Not really anything to say.Six hundred rhymes, what’s left to write?Just skip a day. I thought I might. Perhaps someone might think I’m ill,While others may have had their fill,And cast their … Continue reading →

December 28, 2022 I’m always surprised I keep writing each day,Mostly surprised I have something to say.I’m not really shy, just not gifted with gab.I’m more prone to listen, less likely to blab. I guess I find writing more easily … Continue reading →

December 27, 2022 I long to write the perfect rhymeWith words combined in perfect style,Whose lyrics pass the test of time,Allow a wounded heart to smile With words that form inside my heart,That paint a picture clear and pure,To touch … Continue reading →

December 23, 2022 This winter weather’s Arctic blastBrought out the coats and leather glovesThe forecast says that it won’t lastSoon back to freezing or above A single digit plunge of coldNot often felt around these partsIn future years the stories … Continue reading →

December 10, 2022 It’s nice to have some time to think,Some solitude to sit and be.But also, nice to share a drink,Some coffee or a cup of tea, With those we love, converse aloud,Share stories of those yesteryearsWhen we were … Continue reading →

December 9, 2022 We respect the old poets, each line that they wrote,Like musical lyrics in need of a note.We love the old verses, the crafting, the style,They lodge in the heart and they stay for a while. We quote … Continue reading →

December 7, 2022 A snuggled down Lucy asleep in my lapA time to curl up and to finish her nap.As I sip on my coffee and stroke her soft furI capture my thoughts as they stretch, and they stir. The … Continue reading →

December 6, 2022 I cherish my heritage, east Texas roots,The mem’ries of Christmas, a new pair of boots,The lights, decorations, the carols we sang,I love country carols, a slight touch of twang. Our house had some lights and a wreath … Continue reading →