Posted in April 2017, NaPoWriMo 2017, Syllabic Verse

Never Givin Up

Sunrise
Again and again I cry

Again and again I stay

Again and again I sigh

Again and again I pay

Again and again I try

Again and again I pray

Syllablic Verse

Posted in April 2017, NaPoWriMo 2017, Skeltonic Verse

The Bench

Bench
I sit here and wait to see

Who will visit me

Maybe a bee

Or leaf fallen from a tree

There is a possiblity

It may be a dignitary

On this bright Spring day

Or a tired child at play

Come what may

Night or day

All are welcome 

Not just some

So whether King or Bum

I don’t care where you’re from

If you’re passing by

Please sit and say “Hi”

Skeltonic Verse

Posted in April 2017, NaPoWriMo 2017, Rhyme

Evolution of Writing


A human Finger writes in the sand,
Words a heart needs to say.

And a dry Bone held in a hand,
Draws word pictures in moist clay.

A Reed blowing in a Egypt’s land,
Is used to scribe events of the day.

And Romans, in their culture so grand,
Invent the Stylus, so they say.

Anglo-Saxons cleverly planned,
To write books using a Quill as a way.

Then upon the world’s Grand-Stand,
The lead Pencil’s design is put on display,

Yet, Pencil writing was undermanned,
So ink Pens were created in various array.

But, for all those invented, both great and bland,
The Finger is still used to text and sign today.

Rhyme

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