Learning to Fly

If you could step into the sky…

What is it like to fly?
How do you walk into the sky?
Tell me please, because I
I want to walk into the sky.

Why I Hate Summer

Bug spray, where would I be without you?

I don’t like summer, and it’s getting really warm around here. Here’s my explanation in verse.

King of Spring

Have you made your offering to the Great Plum this year?

“In written pain and summer’s due

From tilled soil and dawning’s vibrant hue

So the god of Plums speaks to you.”

Hanging on a Prayer

They’re good for moral support.

Some people aren’t that helpful in a crisis. Also, I’m just not sure if I’m cut out to be a poet. William Faulkner once said a failed poet is a short story writer and failing that, you become a novelist. If I fail at being a novelist, do I go on Twitter? Maybe a failed novelist is a blogger.

Liar’s Test

The punishment for lying is death. Telling the truth is also punishable by death.

It’s funny how children, most of them, can’t lie very well. Actually, a lot of adults can’t lie well either so what am I saying? I guess I’m saying that lying is bad, and you shouldn’t do it. I find running away works a lot better.

Worth While

It just takes time.

If I had a thousand years, I’d create a forest of legends. The passing of centuries must be so strange for trees, because they don’t do much but grow as the years pass.

But time is a lot quicker for us. For some, it’s too quick. But when we’re gone, the forest remains. (Unless an idiot burns it down.)

At the Wall

Some days everything feels like…

From mind to word and action less

Regardless of work or ceaseless rest

I’m staring at that damnable wall

As I sit in these empty, quiet halls

All my lofty aspirations will in the end

Fall.

Sunflower Parade

Sunflowers! March along with them each day! I hate sunflower seeds, so let’s have a parade! …Something like that.

Sunflowers! Hooray!

Road Not Traveled

If you came to a crossroads, would you take the road less traveled by? Would the memory lodge in your mind, a choice you’ll never return to? Or are you like Pirate, who doesn’t worry about such things? I guess we’ll find out once we’re in that situation.

Which way will you go, Pirate?

Edgar Allan Crow

See, the joke is that crows and ravens look alike, and so you can mistake a raven for a crow, which rhymes with Poe…I’m sorry. Anyways, this one is dedicated to crows. Or ravens. Either way, they’re birds, and that means they’re edible. Also, The Raven is great poetry. I want a raven like that.

Leave the classics alone, Pirate.