Live from the third floor……

[insert your WORD here] is a curious thing
changes circumstances when you’re least expecting
delivers mental battles when you are ailing
gives opportunities when you’re doubting
provides clarity when you’re questioning
offers support when you’re flailing
grabs your hand when it needs holding

[insert your WORD here] does not reject or push you away
even when that is what your life may portray
the consistency offered by this curious option
befuddles grown men and women quite often
rarely will it be found if you’ve hardened your outlook
yet still easily grasped after it has been forsook
not recommended to put off or delay
rather grasp and accept it despite your dismay

Writing poetry can be loads of fun
Especially when you make up your own word-un

See, that is what makes classic poets far better
When they dig deep for words that you don’t know exist-er

For every hence, thou, shall and dost
Is an equal word matching in rhyme and syllabl-ost

It’s simple, no really, to develop a pattern
Just start writing your manuscript and let it developer-n

Study their work: Hughes, Dickinson, Frost and Poe
Isn’t it lovely how the words work together-o

One should not be bashful when starting to pen
Short or long poems that have meaning to them-en

Expressing thoughts and feelings a healthy exercise
When completed often times helps one communicate-ize

Do not write in fear of what others may say
Remember you write not for them but for you-ay

To master the art of poetry truly looks quite daunting
But with practice and patience comes satisfaction-ing

So pick up that pen, do not worry or doubt
Write your poem with made up poet words like the list I’ve laid out!

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

That is the sound of more than a clock

It’s the soundtrack of life drawing to its last stanza

While with your last breath sir death does stalk

Pushing stop on your music, welcome eternal coma

Thump

Thump

Thump

Thump

The beat of your heart like a steady drum’s snare

Giving cadence to life as you walk, unprepared

One day the beating will suddenly suspend

For on tomorrow’s drum beat you cannot depend.

So you thought I’d forgotten
the time you said that?
Like I wouldn’t remember
the mark left when I fell flat.

You thought that my memory
would fail to recall
the way your delivery
crushed me once and for all.

As if I was concrete,
not buckling or bending,
staying steady and sweet,
during that chapter ending.

I gathered my strength,
and pulled myself tall.
Keeping at arm’s length
your voice’s evil call.

Now I am better.
Thanks to you, I’m stronger.
Today finds me the abater.
And to you I say, later.

My life was bound to improve
because I endured the plague of you!

It steals your morning, noon and night
It doesn’t care for your to-do list
It can certainly hinder your eyesight
It has never shown up on a checklist

Never ceasing to captivate
Never working to educate
Never offering help or friendship
Never giving you more than a clip

Constantly standing between you and them
Constantly glaring down with its unfazed glow
Constantly working to simply condemn
Constantly beckoning: “Just sit and follow.”

It is dumbing down a nation
It is creating “reality” strife
It’s crushing your potential creation
It’s set to wage war with your life

Television, it loves you.

Life’s full of curveballs

Unexpected events

Unplanned moments hit like squalls

A script of uncontrollable contents

Dealing with such is often a challenge

Choosing how you’ll address and manage

Often it’s easy for man to just fall

Mistakes can compound and then, snowball

Despair and discouragement cast things oblong

Choices are tough – some right and some wrong

Simply no promise the one that you choose

Will be the answer that will help to diffuse

Life’s messy moments often require

Perseverance to help us avoid the quagmire