Rhyme Spree!

Wow, I guess we got inspired on the same night . . . . how weird!!! Lol oh well. What can I say? It must be one of those nights . . . . . .

  

Rhyme spree!!!!!

Here is my little spree

Of rhyming words for free

Without my cup of tea

Dear me,

What can I say?

Another issue today?

Just another way

Of living the day

Is for me to lay

Here to pay

Here to pray

Here on the ground

Listening to the sound,

Where none is found

Dreamless bound

Realities pound

Turning it around

Sniffing out the hound

Going light to dark

What’s that, hark,

There, it’s stark

It’s no park,

It’s pain,

It’s the ordain

Force, not fain,

Strong, not vain,

Secret, not plain,

So use the cane,

Break it out,

Let yourself shout,

Don’t do your pout,

Don’t play the lout,

That’s not what it’s ‘bout

Don’t be ‘cause‘n doubt,

Because that in the end,

The message doesn’t send,

And you’re stuck to fend

Off all your friends

When you finally descend

Around the bend

Out of the trend,

When life you lend.

But now I’m done,

No more fun

Now that I hate the sun

No intentioned pun

‘cause now I shun

My own poum – - – - – - – (poem but . . . . whatever works)

Distant Memories

I may add more to this poem, I may not…I duno. lol. Just something I typed up tonight. 

Nothing much to do today

Just thinking back on days gone away

The memories I hold so dear

Those times gone by that hold such joy & cheer

Coulda happened yesterday, maybe last year

No matter what, the same thing they shall all be

The distant memories that flash around me

Suddenly all I can see

This moment and the next, they’re all destined to be

Just yet another of my distant memories

Men of War

The Men Of War

The men of war they marched along
And through the day they sang the song
Of battles won
In shining sun
And not a thought for death prolong

Goodbyes are said and love is sent
And no regrets are here to vent
The mothers cry
And fathers sigh
For “this is their own punishment”

Then they approached the battle lines
In dark of night more black then mines
The booming sound
The shaking ground
The men of war they saw the signs

The shrieks and screams they filled the air
And soldiers turned to stop and stare
To watch the blood
Burst forth in flood
Reality of cannon glare

Their comrades falling all around
Then clutch their ears to block the sound
And side by side
The living died
To hell or heaven they were bound.

The Men of War their battle fought
With screams and gore that ne’er is sought
The fires died
The soldiers sighed
The price was paid without a thought.

The fog of war now holds their souls
Above the ashes and the coals
Remembered, now
Death won’t allow
The men of war they gave their tolls.

“How Did You Die?”

Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful?
Oh, a trouble’s a ton, or a trouble’s an ounce,
Or a trouble is what you make it,
And it isn’t the fact that you’re hurt that counts,
But only how did you take it?

You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what’s that?
Come up with a smiling face.
It’s nothing against you to fall down flat,
But to lie there-that’s disgrace.
The harder you’re thrown, why the higher you bounce;
Be proud of your blackened eye!
It isn’t the fact that you’re licked that counts,
It’s how did you fight-and why?

And though you be done to the death, what then?
If you battled the best you could,
If you played your part in the world of men,
Why, the Critic will call it good.
Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce,
And whether he’s slow or spry,
It isn’t the fact that you’re dead that counts,
But only how did you die?

-Edmund Vance Cooke