The winter solstice crept upon The world where darkness fell Like snowflakes on a pane of glass They spread, their ice arms swell Contrary to the thoughts of old That snow had tremulous fate We’d fly down hills across the land No channel came too late With absolutelypainted skies A catalog of life We say goodbye to pain and tears we recline away from strife Then falling closer to the ground Our activity delights We gather up our toys and sleds And end with the days lights
Autumn is a time to play in leaves so crisp and cool spring is off in the distance when kids do work in school The first flower to show its bud might be the lovely mum The second gift from mother earth are apples, so yum yum Maple trees have given us its sweet and sticky sap A season for every family and sit in pappa’s lap Sun is setting early now and kids get tucked in tight For many of the holidays during fall occur at night.
During the homecoming they were happy to see That the bush and the shrub weren’t hurt by the bee There was no regret since no time went to waste finding the ytterbite was for what they all raced They wasted no time in this journey of life like presented with teeth of a tenacious steak knife For they didn’t know they were next on the list A symptomatic response like a crack in the schist they went rocking along, such an agile climb They picked from a shrub near a dirty clothesline You could read the response on the older one’s face That satire here was the ribbons and lace Tied to the tree to keep all pests away wanting nothing to bother them during their stay
I’m on the straight and narrow as I follow down this path Heading to the vet right now to give my dog a bath This always is a challenge since my doggie growls lots But if I fail to do this chore his skin will get hot spots I wish the place was vacant like at night when no ones there I breathe a sigh of relief and try to fix my hair The fact I try concealing is slapstick to some folks But building up a facade is like mountains with no slopes I vicariously will cover regrets with a mock cape Even though my ideas do not have a certain shape I ask to use the toilet to erase my sweaty pits Happy that they use a vent, while doggie waits and sits This all sounds like a comedy with a genius who is stuck I wish my body held its heat I really have no luck But without obstructing further we head to the front door Until I hear the barking, doggie’s sniffing at the floor There is a tiny item hiding firmly by the wall Is that a mouse or hamster? I think it is a vole I tell doggie to leave it, they deserve the chance to live After this I head back home, doggie’s bath I did not give.
How many numbers can one gambler count When wearing a crown, I’d say any amount But he is a fool who’ll request a memento And cross all his friends, making them foes He’ll be unrelenting and seek a new hat But rumors will stir, he’s too exotic for that There’s no chance that his soul is headed up north Heavenwardness, Godly haven, so forth ‘Cause he’s mean as a bull with secrets to hide with his bony, white hand, he’ll push you aside. He’ll float past the crowd on his way to the top Then have a repast before he really will drop To the bottom of hell or wherever it is That bad people go, and it ain’t just show biz! He’ll stay there and rot like bad people do And no one will cry or ever be blue.
I remember the day that I made my pledge with a smile on my face, all my words had an edge No major life changes, abundant success No longer a kid, I greedily confess For they have a slight trace of disturbed verity A high on their horse most boisterously But for me in my world a forest full of delight only minor complications, no hate and no spite My oration half over, like caramel in milk Sinking and swirling cream covered silk A sweet wintergreen with a flat outer shell All things I think of, but I never tell Instead I say things that sound masterly My confidence rippled like a stone thrown to sea.
Our lives are filled with radiant heat we seem to pass around We line up stones to make our soup, no taste is ever found. Its like a single snapshot of idols in our world With timeless, kitschybundles of memories left unfurled A lonely individual who finds a ghost to haunt the wet kiss from your grandma or possibly your aunt You try to be reflective of things you may have missed Immersed in all your drama, two lips that are unkissed We hold on to our memories, those ones we left behind To keep up on our future, underwhelming we may find But a candle keeps on flickering, it burns alone you see Smoke meandering in the air, its billowy and free Keep on with your focus, don’t lose your faith in you For someday we all get our gold, whatever we are due.
Is it so archaic that I’m the one to blame? Parking in the basement, basically in shame Of my bargain lunch box that holds a shriveled bun And in that bun a hot dog, a holiday undone Its like a queen’s old bishop in a game of chess You may call this fiction, a myth no more or less But here I am a witness to unlikely coping skills A candidate not winning, a shelf with no more pills. It curbs my enthusiasm and makes my poor head ache To live my life on this scale, I wish I had a break. So now I sit and eat here, wanting no one else to see That all this really is now is a pity show for me.
In the middle of trouble Where nothing makes sense A fool will be pious But to his defense The drunk at the bar Is quite erratic you see With dirt clod fingernails Never silver money The heat of the moment When one should take flight Sometimes refuses and imbibes in a fight The alchemy there In the core of his brain Is like a carnation After icy cold rain Physics should surmount The bright gold lit light Is really a senseless Brainwave from the fight A snack will help fix The untimely glow on the poor drunkard’s face As it’s part of the show A ticket to nowhere Will be true, you see Is where the barfly Should put his money.
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