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.
sneeze and sneeze
before my eyes
outside does wake
a flood of green
will overtake
the air soon filled
with scent and breeze
I do prepare
to sneeze and sneeze!
soft not seizing
should we force
what won’t come easy?
would giving way
be much more pleasing?
could we bend
without getting queasy?
might reach our end
through soft not seizing?
hope’s string
another Monday
another week
at future’s edge
we all do peek
none of us know
what time will bring
another leap
holding hope’s string
reset the clocks
Oh! I woke up
to a twisting of time
my phone re-adjusted
what did not was my mind
the light feels so different
It can’t be that late!
I can reset the clocks
on my brain, I must wait!
the big ring
my words won’t win no prizes
that ain’t no big surprise kid
I find my fun in doin’
stopped my idle stewin’
don’t worry ‘bout the next thing
this habit - it’s the big ring!
begin again
tomorrow when you awake
or maybe even now
you look up
ready to
BEGIN AGAIN
know you will
somehow
the middle
next comes the rough middle
the hard road of a long slog
the real work of
keep on
GOING
like walking in a bog
the beginning
first comes the beginning
the excitement of a start
the promise of
something
BIG
jitters in your heart
a box of silly
unwrap a box of silly
pour it on the ground
pick out the parts you love the most
your smile will be found!
what’s in your box of silly?
what do you love the most?
for me I like the silly rhymes
like roast and boast and toast!
maybe you like tickles
or games like hide and seek
if you play that one with friends
make sure that they don’t peek!
keep a box of silly
always on your shelf
open it and have some fun
with laughs you make yourself!
the world around
hard to know
to find true words
the world around
seems so absurd
one thing I think…
feels true to me…
I don’t know
what others see…
we have to hold
each other tight
in light of day
in dark of night
the world around
can seem wrong
we do our best
when we belong
for every child
tough to write
the world gone mad
hard to keep
from feeling bad
then I think
of all the kids
feel the tears
on my eyelids
my deep wish
they can still smile
keep holding hope
for every child
fed by the sun
apples pears and peaches too
soon enough all will be new
cold will break
spring will come
buds will grow
fed by the sun