Verse and Rhyme - © 1995

Poetry, which rhymes words

Of moods happy and sad

They make the world a wonderful place

When they make the heart be glad

They also can be nonsense

When the words off times appear

To be laid down backside foremost

When in the style of Lear

The daffodils, the jumblies

The elegies and odes

I love them all and that’s no lie

As my style it begins to flow

With each new poem it’s easier

At least for now that’s true

As I draw my inspiration

From subjects old and new

I draw with words, my visions

Of life just as I see it

I try to call a spade, a spade

As my thoughts are illuminated

I know my poems they vary

From good to just plain poor

The odd one may be better

But that’s for others to know

Me, well I just write them

Sometimes just of the cuff

But I’d like to think the work I do

Will be seen as good enough

I may not be a Wordsworth

A Shelley, or a Keats

But they all started the same way

So who knows what fate awaits?