Author: Rhymesalot

Sea Pro

The sun’s beau

The winds foe

Decks glow

All to show

Raisins to sow

Tides to know

Men to grow

Neat hair bow

Tall tales flow

Never eats crow

No one’s schmoe

Mighty as a whales blow

A Skipper’s Joe

Gifts to bestow

Above and below

Much to owe

Life’s to stow

Lines to toe

Oceans to row

Be ready to go

Never say no

When a Bosun says so

Follow the ole Sea Pro

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New Day

When life adds lemons to salty tears,

One can blend with Tequila, slug a few beers.

These ades to aid will quench our cares,

Peeling the rind of all our fears.

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But mornings return, suns will rise,

Burning fog in heads and eyes.

A cure’s not a cure if demise.

Perhaps today lemonade’s wise.

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The End

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A War of Words

Heroes fill the sheets in the book of time.

Losers lie littered on their beds of lime.

We boast of gallant feats, forget awful sin.

Tales of our history told by those who win.

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Time passes when memory dies.

No untold stories or unseen lies.

Minds made from man-made past.

Lives lost when truth’s cast.

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Kings joust for their ideology.

Battles fought by you and me.

Victory penned behind their wall.

The war of words lost to all.

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Lines on pages, pages in a book.

Knowledge awaits if you know where to look.

Truth often hides in the space between.

Voices heard, though unseen.

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Wars always fought for lessons learned.

Making new ash of histories burned.

Share the inks and all scribble fast.

Then the war of words doused at last.

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The End

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My Pencil

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My pencil in hand – mind set free
Erasing the chains binding me
Safe in my world of poetry
A better friend there cannot be

No rhyme or reason there’s to flee
No shackles of society
No meter of conformity
No question of sincerity

No judge, jury or guilty plea
No door can stop my slender key
I’ll wander through infinity
Another side of life’s journey

Draw lines that know no boundary
Return with words for all to see
Arrange them well – create beauty
Then thank my little piece of tree

The End       sck081514

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Getting Up

Getting up should be forbid!

It’s too early for a kid.

Hiding not from what I did.

Under blankets – there I hid.

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If just to sleep late – I would.

And dream all day – I could.

I want sleep, but wake I should.

Getting up is never good.

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Getting up is what I dread.

Hair is tossed up on my head.

Mouth tastes yucky, eyes red.

Cold piggy’s dangling from bed.

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Then they’re tickled by my dad.

Got right up but I’m not mad.

Smiles and sunshine bright, I’m glad.

Getting up was not so bad.

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The End

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Walk

Go for a walk in your neighborhood.

Always pleasant, always good.

Go for a walk with mom and dad.

Always happy, never sad.

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Go for a walk with a new friend.

See new things around the bend.

Go for a walk on the seashore.

Discover new shells and more.

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Go for a walk on grass in bare feet.

Always wear shoes on the street.

Go for a walk up hill and down,

In the woods or a new town.

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Go for a walk  every day.

Close to home or faraway.

Go for a walk, but not alone.

There’s time for that when you’re grown.

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The End

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