This was a project I did basically during the pandemic. I started writing a poem a day. Once ‘real life’ started again it got harder to write everyday, which is interesting.
I have started to edit some of these mostly the kids poetry. I think there might be enough here for a book. We shall see.
I make no claim that much of this is “good” poetry. But I do make the claim that I loved doing it and I learned something and some of it makes me cry.
a day for some silly
A day for some silly
Let off some steam
Eat jam with jelly
Dance in a stream
When you get stuck
In a hole or a hard place
When time takes a toll
Or frowns grace your face
If you can manage
A laugh or a smile
You may just find
The joy lasts a while
The trick is to find
A little bright spark
Doesn’t have to be big
To make a wide mark
I know it’s not easy
To laugh sing and play
But you just might find
Life is better that way
welcome monday
here we are again
welcome monday
weekend is all done
no more fun play
work time has arrived
feeling so gray
comforting to know
this time won’t stay
give it four short days
here comes friday!
yes, spring
the whole world turns green
with pops of bright white
the air smells like bubble gum
the breeze blows just right
yes, this is normal
the rhythm of spring
nothing contains
the joy that it brings
this year feels different
all shines, more alive
yes, much has changed
new hope, we can thrive
I did my ought
Got my second shot
Not feeling so hot
Plan to sleep today
Hope it goes away
What to do if not?
Tough Times to Find Some Rhymes
Why can’t I do this? What have I done?
I’m thinking so hard and the words — they won’t come!
I push them and pull them and tear them apart.
Sit here in anguish, examine my heart.
How can it be that all is so vacant?
Is my own soul now meek and complacent?
Strike an idea, stoke a hot flame,
burn away nonsense, some essence remains...
Not on this morning, not in this place,
instead just some words to fill up some space.
Some Days Weather
Some days
The sun is shining, you feel bright
The rain pours down, a grayness sits in your heart
The wind whips, you feel mighty and wild
Some days
Storms rage, you long for calm
The morning breaks bright and fresh, you find yourself in the depths of grief
A fog descends, you are brimming with joy
Mother Nature creates her days
Who creates yours?
Fridays are for Funny
Fridays are for funny
All things bright and sunny
Make bad rhymes
Waste some time
I like my eggs quite runny!
The week’s all done
Let’s play
Make puns
Mix up words
Sing like birds
Hop around like bunnies!
Spin once more
Never a chore
Make a grin
Above your chin
I’ll say again….
This is what Fridays are for!!
Today was a day
Today was a day
I wanted to give up
Today was a day
When going got quite rough
Today was a day
I did it anyway
Today was a day
When grit came out to play
Today was a day
I had to really try
Today was a day
A life is measured by
Go Grab Your Hat!
Time for a Friday!
Go grab your hat!
Let’s go have a good ol’ time!
End the week with splat!
Throw out the rule book!
Dance like you were five!
Sing and play the day away!
It’s great to be alive!
❤️ A little note to you — extraordinarily special and dear reader — thank you for being here. These words come alive through your reading. ❤️