A Rhyme and Meter Site by Ron Crowley
Well, since you asked . . .
In the morning when I awaken
For I must write the silly thing down
I still recall those words of youth
A true experience as told to me . . .
A Touch of Grace
The white hot light from the dragon's eye
I floated past the ominous face
Drifting through the liquescent wall
My arms would not comfort her
The dragon's eye above me became
"Welcome back!", she said to me
Be Glad That Your Alive
So, your psyche has been damaged
What do you think was promised
Things that happened in the past
Try real hard to love yourself
You must let go of the past
Those old and painful lessons
Prince Charming
Behind the dark and empty sky
But search the bramble slowly
I walked about five miles today
"Do I seem to be a bit trimmer
"For every ounce you want to lose
"Well, I ain't walking any more today,"
I decided that twenty miles a day
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author of laconic rhyme (terse verse)
A poem will be filling my head . . .
And before I have my breakfast
I must find some paper instead . . .
Before the pressure gets worse . . .
So, I think my life has now started
To be going from bed to verse . . .
ONLY Rain
as clouds arrived to gloom the day,
when in a call that changed the mood,
my grandson chased my blues away.
as drops rolled down the window pane,
that timely bit of simple truth,
"But grandpa . . . it is ONLY rain!"
written especially
for those of us who believe in angels . . .
Was entrapping and devouring me
I struggled with all the power I had
Till it relented and set me free
Of the flat lined E-K-G
And rose above the lifeless form
Of a man who looked like me
To the adjacent waiting place
Where she sat very quietly
Tears glistening on her face
I tried but could not speak
Only my hand seemed to have a form
I brushed a tear from her cheek
A beautiful familiar form
Her hand on mine felt wonderful
So comforting and so warm
"I'm so grateful for God's grace
"I knew you would not leave me now
When my angel touched my face"
By some trauma from yesteryear
Life has dealt you a bitter hand
Now you're "crying in your beer"
When you were given birth?
The only thing that you deserve
Is interim space upon this earth
Can be dreadful, that is true
But they helped make you who you are
They're a part of why you're you
For being joyful that's the key
Start with this very simple prayer
"God, I'm happy to be me"
To change your attitude
So try a different formula
A large dose of gratitude
Will only help you to survive
If you will stop your whining
And just be glad that you're alive
A frog she'll likely kiss
But a frog will never hurt you
I'll tell my granddaughter this . . .
The shining star still glows
And among the weed and thistle
You can sometimes find a rose
And try to stay awake
For before you find any roses
You might catch a rattle snake
To try to lose some pudge.
When I got home I said to Pat
"Now you can be the judge,"
Then I was just yesterday?"
"Not from where I sit", she said,
"But try turning the other way."
You must walk about fifteen more"
"So, If you want to get in shape
I suggest you find the door."
As I dropped in a chair, I said,
"Before I can take off twenty pounds
I think that I'll be dead!"
Is just pushing it way to far.
So, I went into my secret hiding place
And found me a candy bar.
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