i have a good friend
goes by the name of frankie
he likes to eats nuts
he thinks he's really swanky

he live's out in the tree
he always looks for me
i shake his bag a nuts
he comes running from his stump

i known him but a year
and he's eating from my hand
he hasn't bit me yet
but i wouldn't take a bet

if i don't feed him on time
he scratches at the door
it's the funniest thing you ever seen
i'm not kidding you at all

he left me during winter
i did not see him no more
yesterday
hit sixty two
the temp was very warm

i'll let you guess
it's not a test
who's knocking at my door

it's frank again
he brought a friend
there hungry as can be

during the winter it seems
frankie was busy
he found himself a girl

just in case your wondering
frankie is a squirrel

snow is drifting
beneath my feet
the wind is blowing
it cuts like teeth

the wolves are howling
for something to eat
the summer is gone
there's no retreat

i like the warmth
much better than this
the storm it show's
that she is ******

wolves come closer
in a pack
there's no escape
from there attack

build a fire
to keep warm
and help protect you from the storm

the sun goes down
it's getting colder
the pack of wolves
is getting bolder

the gun is loaded
and it's ready
the cold makes it  hard to aim and steady

i'm trapping minks
and lynx and stuff
to make a living
you know it's tough

i don't want to shoot these
wolves so grand
although there trying to make a stand

i mind my business
but there hungry too
and a weeks hard work
of trapping food

i have more heart than some one would
i'm gonna feed
these hungry wolves

new york city
is where i'll be
among the millions
you can see

stop..and look
by rivers edge
where they landed a plane
on the hudsons stretch

it gets better wait and see
this big city
says to me

the color yellow
dots the streets
dope bags litter
they don't keep

the subway stink...comes through the grates
while thousands travel
beneath your feet

the towers stood so very tall
they blocked the sun
and thats not all
they are gone...but not forgot
new york city...will not stop

the city wakes at 5 a.m
and it won't sleep
ever again

little italy is where i'll be
cause china town..is not for me
next time you visit
take a look and see
there's millons there....just like me

i like rod serling
his read is a must
the stories were awesome
from him..to us

he scared us at night
i know you remember
little girl lost
what a pretender

pull the  covers over you tight
once a week..he'll install the fright

where he would take us..we never would know
but the clue in narration
at the start of the show

like if you know ..what i'm talkin about
the show on t.v...that made you shout
the stars there were many...unknown at first
went on to be great names..like quincy and kirk

i always watch re-runs whenever i can
the show i grew up with
im a rod serling fan......

rhyming is easy..
and lots of fun
stick around for a minute
i'll show you how it's done

the rhyme it is simple
it's easy to see
just put the words together
just like me

the story's the hard part
try for yourself
if the plot ..doesn't thicken
it's bound for the shelf

suess was the master...
of his time
he brought new meaning
to the lyrical ryhme

when the doc wrote
and ran out of words
he would make them up
this much i'm sure

i'm taken back
as a matter of fact
that this great man
wrote cat in the hat

he will live on forever
in young and old alike
we'll never forget him
like riding a bike

you have to respect..oh such a master
for green eggs and ham
was all but disaster

i pay my tribute  to the great suess
and all that he's done
now it's my turn
to have lots of fun

i dedicate this rhyme
right at this time
to the lyrical master
that he was all his life

i think of this man
all the time
all his great poem's
and all of his rhymes

why say horn
when you can say whotootle
why drive a car
when it can be a transpoodle
why bother with names
when you can be a thing
or screech awful funny
when your tryin to sing
why name a fish
when it can be known by a color
or lose your christmas
to a dog and a creature
or like a blue elephant
if thats what it is
who had a friend
riding with him

im drowning in a sea
its not of water
but of me

simple thoughts
run through my head
and make me stop
by waters edge

the waters low
the thoughts run deep
this crazy world
shall i keep

do i jump
or do i not
thoughts of you
may make me stop

my body says yes
but my mind says no
ita time to turn
its time to go

heres the problem
as i see it
the waters cold
and i don't need it

i'll go to her..and work things out
and get off  the waters edge...right now
return my brain to normal how....
by living..for another day

i like writing
does it show
the quality of work
well it so..so

i try to write poetry
but i can't
it becomes a rhyme
most of the time

i remind myself of 1950
when all they would write
is ads
and jingles

i will keep tryin
with no regret
to post my feelings
with intent

the stuff in my head...numbers in the thousands
but a two fingered typest
i feel like cryin

put pen to paper
thats not me
i write as i go
wait and see

next time i post
i hope it's a poem
might get some likes
without ever knowin

i have the want
to show you stuff
i just need to get
over this ****

the words are many
the story's are there
that's the trouble
i really do care

thanks for your patients
it will be worth the wait
who knows
i might be a name someday

god only knows
i won't stop tryin
sooner or later
there will be no cryin

it seem to me...that on this site
most of you..don't go for fright

you like it cushy....i surly see
the mushy the better...i'll try to be

well here it goes..
i'll do my best
i wan't compare..to all the rest

im gonna try...to write a poem
not a rhyme ..as i know em

my first shot at love
you soon will read
i hope you like it
i wanna see

if you like this attempt
at the words that i write
please leave a comment
in the box ..in the night

here is the poem
i promised you all
it's coming right up
i'll no longer stall

to soar in the sky...on the wings of a dove
it's something fantastic
we all call it love

love takes us higher
than we ever been
the dove she will fly
to the great blue and then....
the woman of your dreams
will start her decent

you know love is true
the way she stares at you
you look in her eyes
the prettiest of blue

she tells you she loves you
and you say it back
if your both being honest
the love stays intact

keep the dove airborne..and don't let it land
love needs a chance
to make a firm stand

on the wings of a dove...you'll have forever
the love you both share
if you are cleaver

hold on to each other
as long as you can
cause the wings of a dove won't change your flight plan

the coo in the morning ...the dove always makes
will remind you each day
to not make mistakes

be true to your woman
and she'll give it back...
even more for certain
that is a fact

let the dove land ...so gracefully
wings flapping gently
and let your love be...