I dare to disagree,
No writer’s bock for me
And
You by now know me,
As my mind traces
The universe faster than thee
I have a penchant for writing poetry,
Hope you shan't disagree,
That as they say quantity
Is no quality?
But I challenge any one,
To composing poetry
At a stretch,
How so ever silly,
Let this one
Of marinated thoughts
The first one be

The Senti Me

The sentimental me
Goes to the winds,
As no one does comment
Upon my wings
For they all like to fly,
Like a butter fly,
To eternity
Where no fly
Can fly
A flight so lonely

I leave behind my virtuous self
And
No more desire any glorification
As to words life’s sojourn
Comes an end,
My determination does fend,
As my desire of poetic appreciation
Now comes to a conclusive end

Where HRH

Where are you ma’am
Long time no see
My only reader
Now doesn't read me
Are you with the Queen
Learning marriage arrangements
What happened to my invitation?
For the Royal marriage
My royal presentation
A final rejection!

1. Computer made a roaring noise so was shutdown using the correct procedure.

2. Turned on power, computer power came on, immediately went off.

3. Said a few expletives.

4. Symptom is most likely video card or power supply. (speaking from experience)

5. Pulled video card. Fan was extremely hard to turn. Decided to replace whole card.

6. Installed new card, pushed power button. Computer came on, shut right back down.

7. Loudly spoke a few more expletives, walked outside, smoked a cigarette and paced a bit.

Sorry to have been missing folks. I was at my middle brothers bedside in Mississippi when he died. I got home late Sunday the 23rd of January and my computer promptly died also. Just got it rebuilt. New MOBO, CPU and Memory. Still recovering from the trip and the loss.

Respectfully,
Rett

I've sat too long at my key board
attempting to read all of ya'll
finding nothing I abhorred
I stand, knee gives, I fart then fall

The impact awakens wiener dog
from sleep before the couch
he looks at me his eyes agog
all I can say is "ouch!"

Regaining feet, I stand and frown
hoping I didn't waken Sue
to have her confront me in her gown
this late at night just wouldn't do

Some Think

Some think they’re
The custodians of the world
Whereas time’s seeds last
But for a while.
Upon the wings of time
The sojourn but lasts
A wee, wee while.
So smile and let others smile
Ere your own time you while,
Why spoil the moods of those
Who think?
But not like you
As behind ones back you wink
Let the world be left of its own
Don’t relent nor moan,
The world is better left alone,
If twas the way that would be
Twere better that you’d not be

White landscaping by the frost and snow
Including all the drifts that the strong winds grow
Naked trees devoid of leaves
Trembling in the frigid breeze
Everybody dressed in wool and down
Racing through the streets of town

Deer wearing their warm gray coats
And dining in the wheat and oats
Yearning for the winter's end

Just realized nobody had done one of these in a while.................scribbler

METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING
The darkness of old times returns on the screen of Neopoets of
Of lore
Twas better recently
Than twas before
Have u noticed it????
Poets of neopoet
The new guy has to show
His presence
Perhaps
I’m not sure
What is a metafor?
Phor

Read this piece and poemise it in your own inimitable ways
Read this piece
and
poemise it
in your own
inimitable ways
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