hmm.

I heard the Texan man's accent 

and shivers down my spine it sent 

I knew that every word he said he meant

and fearsome was his drawl

I almost tried to run away

but stayed to hear what he would say

I waited nearly half the day

but heard nothing at all!

her eyes were sapphires....

Her eyes were sapphires...


Set in a beach that was beset often by waves of grief. 


She drew her smile in the sand after every wave.
And after every wave... it was gone.


But her eyes.... 
Her eyes stayed.
Looking up at the stars she could never rise to.




Is this really poetry? no rhyme? or meter? let me know.

heading home.

I love the way the west wind blows.

A lion in a rage,

Except when I am biking home.

And he's not in his cage.

Wishing for snow

Arise and smell the coffee

And feel the shining sun

The snow is gently falling

And the day is almost done

The first snow of the season

Is the one I love the best

But when the winter drags on I

Get sick of all the rest 

what I did today

the bags of leaves are all lined up 

In neat and tidy rows

And even though I'm bundled up 

I can not feel my toes

a happy group of workers are

the men who are my bros

And now we'll go and dump em'

On the yards of all our foes!

Regime

Fling out the banner o'er the heads

Of sleeping children in their beds

And with the dawning of the day

Our new regime will be well under way

So rest! ye children, sleep the whole night through!

While we stay up all night and scheme for you!

trains

I'll tell you everything I heard

I got it from a little bird

Just promise not to breathe a word

About the things I say

There was a man named Henry Stow

He drove the train, drove very slow

Because he wanted men to know

That HE could spoil their day

There was a man named Billy Stout

He hated sloth and loved to shout

So he began to shout about 

The slothful trains delay

♫♪♫

Stout bought a gun and tried to use

It on the slothful train's caboose

Stow had a fit and had to choose

To speed up or to stay

♫♪♫

Therefore, the train rolled in on time

And pulled right up, stopped on a dime

And not a single one did mind

That there was no caboose

BUT. this I know and know full well

Across the creek and oer' the dell

A man who's face doth bode unwell

Is surely on the loose!