Poems that do not rhyme
show a lazy mind
Poems that do rhyme
stay fresh time after time

Some poems wake up your mind
some poems a waste of time
If you have time, that's fine
I like poems that rhyme

Poetry written by a nobody
We do enjoy totally
No need to wonder why
They rhyme, they rhyme!

I skipped on the water
tumbled on a bubble of air,
Swung from a rainbow
fell down the stairs;
What a sight,
What a night,
As I traveled on a beam of light.

I drifted with the wind
got caught in some angel's hair,
Side stepped a looming cloud
tripped on a wandering Bear;
What a sight,
What a night,
As I traveled on a beam of light.

I caught a streak of starlight
trapped it in a drop of dew,
Shot it pass the good old days
but there were all so few;
What a sight,
What a night,
As I traveled on a beam of light.

The sudden death of Paradise,
Mused the devil, in disguise,
Is going according to plan,
Separating God from Man.

Under the Tree of Good and Evil,
Silently sat the thoughtful devil;
Of the two, whom shall I tempt,
Better the woman than the man.

So started the long Journey of Man,
To see where it leads, no one can;
Perhaps the Story of God and Man,
Was never written, never planned.

One thing is certain,
Borne of Adam’s burden;
Giving the Original Sin,
To Eve’s next- of- kin.

In high Heaven, watched God from afar,
On two souls sleeping under the stars;
A man and a woman caught in a fight,
Between Darkness and Light.

In the house that Adam built,
Brick after brick made of guilt;
A prison man was thus sentenced,
With the devil in close attendance.

Longing to break free,
Man is asked to see,
A God not visible,
Doing deeds of miracles.

Back to Paradise, man can go,
He first has to clean his soul;
Nothing is ever too late,
Just believe and have faith.

But God built many roads,
Perhaps to lighten the load?;
Just get an early start,
And God will do His part.

Sometime or other,
Sooner or later,
Whether we choose to forget,
Or choose to remember;
When nights come too soon,
And days are no brighter;
He'll be there,
The Diamond Pedlar.
With unselfish care,
He peddles his ware.
His price is cheap,
For a good night's sleep.
For those who listen,
This is his yell:-
"If you have something to buy,
I'll have something to sell!"
Listen, and listen well,
For it comes all the way
From heaven, via hell.
So give back what you bought,
Rainbows are for chasing,
They are never caught.

Throw a stone,
Let the ripples speak;
Throw your mind,
Your soul you keep;
Our mothers are sick,
Too many mouths to feed.

Bees fly for miles for nectar sweet,
Lions **** for the warm raw meat;
Fish swim the oceans just to live,
All ants scurry home and to sleep.

For reasons unexplained,
The evening came;
Love by any name,
Stays the same.

Love is for lovers to give,
Love is for lovers to receive;
Like a branch holding a leaf,
Nothing to steal or to deceive.

Change into your pajamas quickly please,
For here's a chocolate, before you sleep;
Dream the dreams you dreamed of dreaming,
Though some dreams have opposite meanings.

Sweet dreams are made sweeter,
Not by adding more sugar;
But in woken moments,
A dreamt dream happens.

I see a bird out my room window,
It is not free, but does not know;
It can fly from tree to distant tree,
Thinking it is wild and fancy free.

But it too must land on a branch,
Whether to rest or to have lunch;
We, like the bird, will always,
Live allotted lives & given days.

Doing our best and leave the rest,
Serious in words or in common jest;
Yes, like a puppet on a love-string,
I'll never be free from you, I now think.

The Angels are calling,
Peace is on the loose,
The warriors are sharpening,
The edges of their books.

Soft cool breeze,
Waft pass smiling cheeks,
Part-time brotherhood freeze,
The happiness we seek.

The sun is rising,
The moon is wane,
War is dying,
Profit is gained.

The Angels are calling,
The hand of God is within reach,
The dogs of war are resting,
Greening the ****** beach.

The words of love are soothing,
And flowers bloom too soon,
The storm of buried loathing,
Will bring darkness at noon.

The Angels are calling,
To stop the crushing wheel,
Men are not listening,
Made deaf by peace and good-will.

The sugar is in the sugar bowl,
Sweet charity is awake,
Cowards are getting bold,
Light the candle on the cake.

Behind every smile,
Is an unspoken sorrow,
Look ahead a mile,
To beg is to borrow.

This is a Democracy,
Stand up and tell some jokes,
Humility is hypocrisy,
Please behave like other folks.