Tag Archives: Rhyme

On this Windy Day

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On this windy day
In April
I can not say
Whether the flowers I pass
On this woodland path
Will stay
For another day.

I think
That they
Are the same as those
I saw before,
Although I can not say
For sure
Whether it be so.

I suppose
That both I and they
Will see the rain’s tears
In future years,
But this I can not say
For sure.

Red Lights

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Red lights
Bring delight
For a moment,
On a street.
High-heeled feet.
Men are lost
In arms
They can not own,
Then, alone
Return home.

(This poem was inspired by Lorraine’s “Red Lights”, https://blindwilderness.wordpress.com/2019/04/25/red-lights/).

I Met A Young Lady Named Rose

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I met a young lady named Rose
Who last night stole all of my clothes.
I was composing a rhyme to my love
When, great heavens above,
Rose she stole all of my clothes!

I Think Of You Without Shoe Or Sock

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I think of you
Without shoe
Or sock,
But passion’s knock
Will never be heard
So I shall cease this empty word
Play and do something useful with my day.
But, when in the land
Of sleep,
You may creep
Into my head, for I can not command
The shadows of dreamland
Where passion unlocks
And girls lose
Their shoes
And socks …

Sometimes You Have To

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Sometimes you have to
Say what is true
Although you know
That it may be the end
Of a friend
Or a love affair.

You should take great care
What you do
But sometimes you have to
Say what is true
Though it hurts
Both them and you.