Un 'Tis a challenge to always be right, To gently correct when with words one could smite. To remain patiently kind When dealing with those of small mind. Yet not be dragged down by the blight. Deux What does it take to always be right? Hands down each ti...
FragmentedThat title — what on Earth could it mean?Has another heart been torn asunder?No, it refers to phrases trimmed too lean,Sentences lacking substance and thunder.Fragments, as they are commonly known;Lines missing at least one vital part.Though una...
Oh, I don’t know just where to begin — “Where it feels right,” you’d likely advise. I smile; though merely a thought from within, It is your voice, familiar and wise. I have learned so much from you, my friend, Some of it serious, some of it silly. You’ve...
Oh dear, what a turn of bad luck— In rhyme, my thought process is stuck! It's my fate to find pleasure In syntax with measure, 'Til I pull myself out of this...messy situation. (Whew! I'm so relieved, I'm dumbstruck.)
Poetry and I never could get along, I grappled with the rules, and the gist of the stanza. Frozen with fear I might do it all wrong, Over poetry writing, I chose reruns of Bonanza. Part of the problem was this business with rhyming— It had to be perfect a...
Entering the room, the wife stopped short at the door:She saw not one, two or three, but FOUR pants on the floor!What could have caused an action so rash,Four trousers crumpled like yesterday's trash? Pair No. 1 was a scintilla off-hue.Black slacks had be...
