Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Poems Are Like Birds

Poems Are Like Birds

Poems are like birds we create
and set free in the world.
Some, in bright-colored plumage,
make us proud as they sing melodic songs,
and soar above the trees,
flying toward the stars.

Others with dusty, black feathers,
embarrass us as they screech and squawk,
flap about in peoples' faces,
and then perch on utility wires,
leaving their droppings behind
splatted on parked cars.

Saturday, January 21, 2017

Battle of Words

Battle of Words

Words roll and float,
jump and tumble,
in the mazes of my mind.

They splash and flash,
jerk and jumble,
(scrambling for a foothold
in a literary rumble).
The winners are the best
that I can find.

When a poem comes to be,
the words fight it out,
rhyming and describing
what life is about.

They decide
which one comes first,
and which one brings up the rear.
They decide 
if they will make you laugh,
or make you wipe a tear.

The words engage
in a knock-down,
drag-out fight.
All battling to be the chosen ones,
that will make the music
or spark the light.

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Thank you to Jerry E. Beuterbaugh for including links to my blog at his site, SiteHoundSniffs.com. If you have time, visit there and wander around in the various categories. You will find a wealth of wonderful posts that will entertain you for hours.