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Desert Afternoon

The Sun’s golden orb: Sweltering, Burning, Evaporating, Shines relentlessly On the prickly, green Cactus groves That keep little creatures cool Under the heatwave’s heat. The air shimmers As mirages Of palm-treed oasis Come and go, And the thirst For life-giving water Keeps a lonely, Sweat-sweltered Traveller Crawling across the sands Of the desert’s unwelcoming StretchContinue reading “Desert Afternoon”

Xmas wish

Poetry Is…15

Poetry is a pleasant surprise that can improve your outlook on the world. Poets design their poems to be read aloud. People chant it, sing it, and recite it all around the world. Speaking and singing poetry has been around for 5,000 years in all cultures. Reading poetry aloud allows you to experience theContinue reading “Poetry Is…15”

Comfort

Comfort… Of my slippers… Of a cup of hot chocolate…. Of a crackling fireplace…. Of the decorated Xmas tree… Of the blanket of snow… Of carolers singing…. Of warm woolly mittens…. Of your company… Of memories of years… The comforts of my soul.

Bart’s Art

Smart Bart Remarked That the lemon tart In the cart Was a work of art And like a dart, It became part Of his heart.

Gas from Mash

He made sure he lashed His big stash of cash To his sash, Before he passed gas And got a rash From last nite’s bash, Where he had mashed Breakfast hash. This is a reminder that different people have different food sensitivities and preferences. With this in mind, we should be accommodating and understanding ofContinue reading “Gas from Mash”

The Tan Man’s Van

I understand The tan man, Named Dan, Had to see a fan In Afghanistan. So the plan was That Dan and his band, Fran, Stan, and Anne, Would Drive their Getaway Van To a bandstand Beside a green garbage can In the land of sand.

The Knight’s Fight

The sun’s light Was very bright When the fight Began between the White Knight And the kite. The height of the kite’s flight Put the knight in a plight. The kite’s rope did bite tight When the Knight Pulled with all his might Rite into the night. It was a right frightful sight! The archetypalContinue reading “The Knight’s Fight”

Comfort

Comfort… Of my slippers… Of a cup of hot chocolate… Of a crackling fireplace… Of the decorated Xmas tree… Of the blanket of snow… Of carolers singing… Of warm woolly mittens… Of your company… Of memories of years… The comforts of my soul. This poem says it all. Comfort… Where do we find it? ItContinue reading “Comfort”