They will look at my home
And laugh at its Vintage style
Yet no matter where I roam
I will think of my place and smile
Its not a mansion with a dome
Nor a castle on an isle
But I look at my home
And love it’s Vintage style
Rhyme
Tag: original poetry
My Space
A small place
Within my head
Where I often go
To ponder something I read
Or seen
Whether I am about or in bed
The space is mine alone
To go and just be
Serene
Butterfly Cinquain
Medieval Marginalia
Not just harmless art
Tis Genetic corruption
Not of their own kind
Senryu
Based on #NaPoWriMo Day 24 Prompt
Wordsmiths
Writer
Shares thoughts
In printed word
Informing, motivating, uplifting, entertaining
Needed
Poet
Creatively expresses
In this world
Poetic imagination through words
Valuable
Elevenie
Earth Day is Everyday
Be Careful Who You Listen To
Nothing can be done
I overheard them all say
But God said “No Way!
For the battle will be won!
Listen to Me and not to they”
Tanka
Sorry!
On a journey to reach Home
I Start out as number 2
But I get a second chance
That’s not good for you
Sorry!
Counting on the luck of the Draw
To move me forward on the Path
My colorful little Pawn
Procures the Card of wrath
Sorry!
It’s a frantic race to make it Home
You bump me and I bump you
But one of us will win in the end
Oh Wow! Look at the card I drew!
Sorry!
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
A Letter
A letter to Seeker
Trying to gain the whole world
Hold fast onto your soul
A letter to a Heart
Seeking its life’s treasures
Choose your riches carefully
A letter to a Soul
Seeking to dwell in Heaven
Follow the The Lamb
Senryu Cascade
Based on scriptures in: Mark 8:36, Matthew 6:21, John 1:29
Save
Middle Child
Not the first,
But not the last either.
The middle.
In between
Living under a shadow,
And seeking freedom
From the spoils
Of babe’s title.
Existing,
Betwixt the
Accomplisments of the first,
And the last’s favors.
Double Shadorma
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 