I write poetry, least that’s my aim;
enjoy the challenge, think it a game.
Although some follow rigid rules
personally I think that’s for fools,
and break them as and when it suits.
This is one of the literary pursuits
which I enjoy, for it suits me well,
as fans of mine will often tell.
Others of a different persausion find,
I’m possessed of a deviant mind.
This when a phrase or a single word
I’ve used - seemingly absurd -
is perceived within my poetic lines,
you should take note of subtle signs.
For you’ll find my intent oft changes direction.
So read my words with circumspection;
knowing all may not be as it first appears,
as perceived rationale ostensibly disappears,
leaving the reader to wonder “What?”
Further reading suggests what they’ve got
are random meanderings of a Polyglot,
or a deviant wordsmith, like as not!
But it’s my way as an allusive Poet,
possessed of acumen, and subtle wit,
who uses cryptic methods to lead
and delude, those who blindly read
each word as though twas cast in stone!
It’s essential every word used, I hone
keenly to achieve my desired effect!
Being critical of all the words I select,
is vital that each one fulfills my aim.
Being pernickety, is to me, a game
that fulfills a purpose. By this exercise
I achieve satisfaction, and can fantasize
about reactions I might possibly receive!
Ergo!  My purpose, is simply to deceive!

Rhymer. August 9th, 2018..

Long cherished, with me you share a very special space,
And I doubt there's another that will ever take your place.
Prepared to ****** me with your curvaceous charms,
You gently enfold me in your soft, inviting arms.

Daily, patiently, you await my every pleasure!
To offer me such moments I shall always treasure.
For when I return home tired, after a hectic day,
You ease my spirit, and quickly drive my cares away!

You are my over riding passion, mistress of my desire!
And to partake of your charms, I shall never tire.
Of your soft, sensuous charms I get never enough.
You deal with my insatiable demands! You’re tough!

I'm euphoric, as our daily, loving tryst we keep,
Exhausted, I relax, to abandon myself to sleep,
Still sharing your comforts, as occasion demands!
Perchance to dream? Love alone understands!

In close intimacy, we share times of TV viewing.
Perhaps read a paper, or poetic piece I’m reviewing.
Your wanton invitation, is something no man ever declines,
Pure perfection! As befits my armchair that reclines!


Rhymer August 8th, 2018

I am a fledgling poet.
I strive for perfection:
I refuse to accept rejection.
I speak in structured rhyme:
I listen to life’s rhythmic time
I hope for great things to say,
I struggle against dismay!
I am a fledgling poet.

I am determined in my aim!
I love Nature’s beauteous days,
I watch her changing ways:
I learn from observing closely.
I daydream - sometimes morosely:
I laugh because life is at times, amusing:
I cry bitterly against humanity’s abusing.
I am determined in my aim!.

I am passionate about rhymed poetry.
I admire the Seasonal day,
I respect an innocent at play.
I expect to enjoy life and living:
I accept the limits to life’s giving.
I reject all pessimistic views:
I deserve no more than honest dues.
I am passionate about rhymed poetry.

I am a fledgling poet.
I desire to achieve my ends:
I dance with my good friends:
I sing when life is good;
I want to be understood.
I need no accolades or fame,
I pray only that you know my name.

I am determined in my aim;
I am passionate about rhymed poetry;
I am a fledgling poet.

Rhymer. July 23rd, 2018

or
You Must be "Late" for A Bargain!

The advert we saw, advised:  "Don't be Late"
It's a bargain that is simply so great,
You must not allow your chances to slip by!
For this is surely your best time to buy?

They'd no description of the goods on tender,
And even less on the advertising vendor,
No specified time.  No hour; day, nor date.
Just a time in the future.  So it did state!

But promising a "Lifetime Guarantee"
It sounded good to my wife and to me.
Though,  just between me, the gatepost and you
It seemed just a little too good to be true!

When given no more than a "sell-by" date,
How would we know if our "offer" was "Late?"
But, swayed by the huge savings suggestion,
We thought to inspect the "bargain" in question.

However, on arrival we found we'd to wait!
The deal offered which was for those that came "late!"
Was surplus goods, and "hard-to-move" stock!
I admit this came as a bit of a shock,

But I'm confident that most folks would feel,
That to possess these goods was not a great deal?
Being not something one buys for oneself,
Nor an artifact, which is prized for itself!

It was a thing for which few show desire.
Though the craftsmanship?  That we could admire!
But to arrive "Late"?  Unable to barter,
Even frugal folks know that's a "non-starter!"
  
SO :

Deciding that, when we're found to be "Late" ?
And "Savings" are now your concern. Cremate!
Then once there's been time enough for us to burn.
We'd ask you'd store our few ashes, in an urn!

Rhymer.  July 16th, 2018

One leg of mine is short, the other long.
And one is weak, while the other is strong!
When I asked my Doctor for an explanation?
He told me, "it's merely a matter of compensation!"

Should it happen that both your legs were short, or weak,
You, having nothing to compare with, would not seek
Reasons to look for some form of compensation,
And you'd approach the future without trepidation!.

Accepting his reasons for my situation thus,
I left his office and dashed off to catch the bus,
But as it left me behind, I knew how to relate
To a time when situations arise.  I'll compensate!

For instance, this morning, arriving late for work,
The boss was mad, but I explained with a wry smirk,
He should feel happy, for I'll not be twice late.
for when I leave work. I'll go early, to compensate!

When I want to borrow ten dollars from you,
You say you've only five!  I say that will do!
Now, as you owe me five,  I owe you five too!
The one compensates the other!  Isn't that true?

When you can,  try compensation.  Give it a test!
With the right conditions, make it work for the best
Try to ensure through life you're remunerated.
And if there's inequality?  Get compensated!

Rhymer.  July 14th, 2018.

A Rhyming Acrostic.

Thirteen on a Friday is a day some hate,
Rendering believers to an anxious state.
I’m not going outside, for it’s an evil day,
Say those who sincerely think this way.
Know something untoward will take place,
And I do not intend to show my face,
In case a catastrophic event does occur!
Devotees of superstitions always prefer
Exercising caution on this auspicious day.
Keeping out of sight, is their chosen way
At times when Friday and Thirteen coincide,
People with abnormal fears frequently decide,
Having such strong beliefs, they cannot explain,
Often finds them subject to humourous disdain!
But remaining silently at home, and out of sight,
Is a triskaidekaphobic’s given right!

Rhymer.  Friday July 13th, 2018.
Make sure you take your Garlic with you today!

Just now I had a thought flit through my brain
At least I thought I had, but now it’s gone again.
Of course, I should have spoken up and not delayed
Cos now it can’t be found.  Seems it strayed.
Next time I get another thought like that
I’ll keep it in mind until I’ve grabbed my hat
Under which I’ll keep it safe, until needed,
For a good thought should always be heeded.
We should never waste a worthy thought,
But use it immediately, when it’s first thought,
Or all essential reasoning comes to naught!
When we were young, that’s what teachers taught.
As we grow older, age should not change
The way we keep our thoughts nor rearrange
The manner in which we’d use a worthy thought.
Thus to safeguard our thought, when moments are fraught
With other matters which might allow it to go astray?
We must seize the moment, and use it straight away.
But hush! It’s evident my thought has returned again;
and seeks immediate acknowledgement from my brain.
So let me quickly speak of what I’d a thought to say,
Before it is lost once more or goes astray!
So without further ado this is what I’d a thought to say:
Oh ****!  Would you believe?  It’s already gone away!

Rhymer July 12th, 2018..