Author: Rhymesalot

Hell No

 

Oh heavens me, look what you’ve done

You made me think and that’s not fun

Specifically of heaven, death and hell

All are places I’d prefer not to dwell

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If must it be I’m to conjure this thought

I shan’t writ thy time devoted naught

Up or down or whatever which way

Or just here and here we’ll stay

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For a crowded place this heaven be

If wings needed to be vertically free

But who goes high and who low?

Answers only they will know

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If there is a they at all

Those who’ve risen, those who fall

Is hell dark or is it bright?

Fires light the darkest of night

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Why when we age, we go where’s hot?

Are we perhaps reserving a spot?

Preparing for our infinity

A cozy place on a molten sea

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Too many questions that I’ve to ask

Too little time for too big a task

Heaven and hell and death, – Oh My!

If answers had I, they’d be a lie

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I’ve wandered and pondered over this stuff

I think I’ve pondered quite enough

Life’s too short and seas too wide

Save thoughts of dying for the other side

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For heaven’s the pathways chosen to roam

And to hell with death ends this poem

~*~

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Jester’s Throne

 

Prancing ponies in harlequin suits

Powdered faces, bells on their boots

Marionettes merrily masquerade as men

Pretty puppets pulled to be pushed again

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The muses of muses paid to amuse

Chuckling clowns cry, just to confuse

Jugglers juggling, jingling our nerves

Swallowers’ swallowing for the point it serves

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Pachyderms poked and packed with their trunks

With those no-stripe types, the most potent of skunks

They waddle, wander and wade through the nights

Into the big-top with big spotty spot lights

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Tall tents risen, stakes struck down

The political circus has blown into town

Steaks tossed at beasts to keep at bay

The world’s greatest show will start any day

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Food and fun and games for all

Prizes awarded if you heed their call

Applause not denied in a beauty contest

While the leaders with rings always do best

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Just step right up and you’ll decide

Who’s to stay and who we hide

Take a chance and chance a win

Winner takes all – let the show begin!

~*~

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Love Loving You

I don’t like bugs and I don’t like snakes.
I despise non-chocolate birthday cakes.
I don’t like deserts nor frozen lakes.
I enjoy the fall, hate the rakes.

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I prefer the old to the new.
I don’t like laces in my shoe.
I don’t like doing what I don’t love to.
But surely I do love loving you.

~*~

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Rough Seas

Off to sea at seventeen
To see a world I hadn’t seen
To find a place to call my own
Youthful vigor, this child grown

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This child grown yet not mature
Too many choices that’s for sure
Open eyes and open mind
Open mouth running blind

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Open mouths words will flow
Open heart with nowhere to go
Met a gal, our short time grand
We toured my ship hand in hand

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Phone calls followed, her “brother” met
One of a few I’d like to forget
He asked a favor, I obliged
I tried being good, I really tried

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But all was not as it appeared
Soon a meeting that I feared
Spoke with my Captain, a man truly trusted
He sat me down and said I was busted

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Twas that sweet young gal, I adored
Was an agent I brought on board
Years now past, I say what the hell
A sailor no more, but I’ve stories to tell

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Good Night

A flickering lantern swings gently in my night

Upon a fell tree sat this shaky hand to write

My moon does glow, shadows to grow

Fear and inhibitions go, words will flow

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‘til fiery red pupil flares, the looming eye of morning peers

Above the distant hills the dewy dawn burns

Dusty light surrounds and sounds of life return

Yet it is the dark of my night that I truly yearn

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Mind Over Maturity

Whilst all the young may have youth,
not all the youthful young.
Youth’s not measured by our age,
or the passions we engage.

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It’s not about time at all,
or being big or being small.
It’s not a question of maturity,
rock star travel or annuity.

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It’s the way we feel and perceive,
of life’s fascinations to conceive,
hopes, dreams and wishes to believe,
it’s how we love and how we grieve.

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A youthful heart’s quick to mend,
quick to receive, give and lend.
Wonders abound in youthful eyes,
birds soar higher in bluer skies.

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Yet youth is stolen by the fiendish lie,
That getting older is preparing to die.

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Forging Change

 

Around the block a time too many

Quick to bend for the penny

Though change not found on the ground

While chasing a tail all around

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Change not found on the street

When heads in clouds and eyes on feet

For change is forged from within

To not share warmth one can’t begin

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With hammer heavy and anvil steady

Strike when hot and at the ready

Feel the burn and see the glow

Change’s forming with every blow

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Value anew will quench the way

Lungs full bellow every day

Brains to flame, time is ore

Same for all, some change more

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Springs Both Ways

My grass gets tall, I don’t care
My neighbor’s old, I have no fear
A porch to sit, a pen to push
A comfy cushion for my tush

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Singing birdies in the bush
A barking dog, I whisper “shush”
A gentle breeze across my face
A stolen moment from the human race

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My mind’s racing to outer-space
Thoughts flowing at breakneck pace
A blink of an eye, I hit a wall
My brain is blank, nothing at all

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The Show Must Go On

Welcome all to the Hall of Knowledge

Knowing all I don’t allege

Though what’s known within these walls

Is the knowledge all known by no-one at all

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There are no books, tablets or scrolls

Nothings written of what’s unknown

Yet this knowledge exists, all right here

Filling the voids of this knowledge lair

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Knowledge hidden behind these great doors

Muffling the roars of the dragons snores

To open the doors the dragons would soar

Soaring dragons seen nevermore

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There’s also Centaurs that canter to and fro

Whilst the Mers and Unicorns laugh at their show

Some shards of light slip through the cracks

But without reflection they can’t get back

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So this Hall of Knowledge remains ever shuttered

Ensuring that future quests remain unfettered

Now off to the slide of gloom and despair

Or steps to the heavens, way, way up there

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As fitting an ending as ever can be

The show ends here of your fantasy

To go beyond there’s no return

Nothing to live for if nothing to yearn

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Oh!  And one last thing before you go

We can’t tell anyone of this show

We don’t want anyone else to know

Of this place we cannot go

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Pastel Poetry Please

The pallete overflows

Colors no-one knows

A spectrum of hues

Whatever I choose

But the grays get in the way

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Wheels of color roll on the ground

Colors don’t matter if wheels ain’t round

Drawing time from sketchy books

Gradient defines good, shady or crooks

And the grays all have a say

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Canvas pure, time no-more

Palletes bare, nothing to share

Thinking of more, brushes galore

Morning’s bright till dark of night

Yet the grays still paint my day

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