"trring" poems
Little Tommy, little Tommy,
Get out of my way,
Trring, trring,goes my red bike,
Where are you off to with your bag of books.
Sweet granny, sweet granny,
Get out of my way,
Trring, trring, goes my red bike,
Where are you off to with your cane and false teeth.
Mr.Brown, Mr. Brown,
Get out of my way,
Trring, trring, goes my red bike,
Where are you off to with your brief case and umbrella.
Naughty Johnny,naughty Johnny,
Get out of my way,
Honk,honk ,here comes my big blue van,
Down the hill as fast as it can,
Where are you off to with your red bike.
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
The clock strikes two, too whit too hoo
The barn owl cries
My phone is on roo raa raa roo
The wait dies...
Too whit too whoo when would he call?
I wait and wait
Roo ra ra roo, the phone is on
The hour is set.
"Cinderella hour" and he doesn't call
What's wrong, oh my!
I toss and turn, all forlorn
As time slips by...
Then goes the ring, trring trriing triing
I jump to it
He calls and calls while i hold my breath
Tat for ***
And then i go tee da da do
I do give in
To hear those three letter words
My head's a spin
Love you, love you, I love you
Is all i hear
His sugary voice, with an extra poise
That brings a tear
Is it a dream, is it a song
Is it the rain?
Roo raa raa roo, too whit too whoo
"WAIT" again...
Dec 20, 2011
Dec 20, 2011 at 12:38 AM UTC
The days are long and arduous,
the drawn out afternoons
smoldering slowly in the expansive heat,
as the sweet taste of breathy breezes
sweep laboriously across the sky,
sinking deeply into the rich brown earth.
The sweat-soaked fields
sway wearily in the extravagant heat;
the golden grains glinting in the graceful rays
of the warm, mellow sunlight.
The trring-trring of bicycles ring all around,
the flashing metal brilliant in the noon day light.
Rivers sparkle,
teeming with life so overjoyed
at the return of better days,
better ways.
Dawn gives way to dusk,
the precious light fading at the corners now,
wiping the clouds down
with deep plums,
and dark blues,
until only night is left.
The star wink and shimmer,
casting silvery light onto solemn rooftops,
shrouding and holding their slumbering contents
in a Mid-summer's night dream.
As the season draws to its close-
its fading glory resplendent
in all the wonders of such a comforting season,
the world breaths in-
quietly content
to put the day
to rest.
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 9:17 PM UTC