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Thursday, November 11, 2004


Poems as Promised
As you will soon discover
should any of my poems rhyme
it will be by accident
and not intent or design.
So peruse these ramblings
set to verse
and do not my lack of talent
skill and word choice curse.


"Starry Night"
A swirling blirb of colour
a fantastic shpeel of dancing lights
A glorious mass of matter
a dancing barrage of sight.
The ever thickening canvas
covered with brush strokes full
the soaring mountain high
From your own imaginings.
A warm blanket on a cold night
a beautiful decoration upon the wall
A humble little greeting card
an inspiration oh so nice.
"Starry starry night
paint your pallet blue and grey..."*

*"Vincent" - Don McLean

There once was a solemn boy
who seemed to be a toy
he stood in the room
in the corner of gloom
and did watching people enjoy.

Oh what a quandery I am at
for here I have sat
writing 'til my eyes did shine
with words from my mind divine
on the ephemeral pad of artist schemes
that captures all of mankind's dreams
but now I am bidden away, away
alas, that I must go with so much more to say
I bid thee farewell 'til I come again
in hopes that our rhymes we shall once more begin.

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