Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Guitar's Journey

I'm out of tune
A boy's picked me up
I'll be tuned soon
Good ol' tuneup

He begins to play
He's quite adept
This boy named Jay
Is far from inept

The next guy
To strum my strings
Decides to try
To teach some things

Will shows Arthur
A little song
Will played pure
Arthur just sucked

Thursday, March 25, 2010

On the Haiku

As I consider the haiku
I find little of worth.
Writing one needs no IQ--
Can be done by any on Earth.
There's no deep ideas,
Nothing of great thought.
Don't worry about speeches,
For syllables you have naught.
Seventeen sounds are joined
In three quite short lines.
Short sayings may be coined
As you describe old pines.
People will likely remember
"Haikus are easy
But they don't always make sense
Haikus, you win the moment,
But true poetry is patient.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Life isn't Fair

We said the answer was "dot."
They said the answer was not.
So they tell us the proper
Answer, and cause quite a clamor
For the actual answer was "dot."

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

On Love, Calculus, and School Closings

I just can't quite understand it.
It just doesn't make sense to me.
I am just a little nitwit.

I love so much but still I quit.
Love chains my life, not sets me free.
I just can't quite understand it.

Pencil in hand, my mind is split.
Oh Calculus, please let me be.
I am just a little nitwit.

Big man says that my school ain't fit.
Those are the lies he chose to decree.
I just can't quite understand it.

Life just seems so unfair, I admit.
I'll never be shining with glee.
I am just a little nitwit.

I'm near shouting that I'm unfit.
Things won't soon be clear, we won't see.
I just can't quite understand it.
I am just a little nitwit.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Poetry for the Sake of Poetry

I kinda miss the
Awesome haiku poem form
So here's a quick one

Saturday, March 13, 2010


I can't believe it,
The way things sway.
Find myself in a pit,
Then cloud nine in a day.

My moon wanes,
A new moon waxes.
The new moon causes pains,
The old again flounces.

I reach new heights,
To fall to new lows.
I see brightest lights,
Find only shadows.

Where is the dock
I can tie on?
I have no rock
To lean upon.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

The Little Things

Big things
May have an effect
But it's the
Little things
That really count
In life
We must
Each gift
Each blessing
Each joy
No matter
How small
And we learn
Just how
To be happy

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

9:50 AM

I just finished a test.
I can't say it's my best.
I'm sure I did just fine,
I'm alright most of the time.
A period ago I taught
About political battles fought
After the War Between the States
And my teaching was first-rate.
The rest of the day
This life will stay
Through whatever it brings
To classes 'til the bell rings.
My day is going pretty swell,
May yours be peachy keen as well.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

My Life

Sometimes I'll think about my life
And I'll realize that things are just
Kinda sorta maybe a bit alright.
Maybe I see a tad amount of strife,
But I realize it's not the horriblest,
As things could be a lot more sad.
At least I'm not part of a cockfight,
Or an ancient king's 400th wife,
Or worst, a beacon of distrust.
At least I have a few things right,
Educmacation's going quite swell,
And I've got a real friend.
The latter I hope to never repel,
To make me good until the end.

Monday, March 8, 2010

I Could Take You

Don't get too cocky now,
You're far outclassed.
Let me say just how
I would kick your ass.

I'm far quicker than you,
I'll move in out and out.
Was that a fist or a shoe
that just hit your mouth?

I've also got a bit of height,
Such a short little person
Could never defeat me in a fight.
Tall vs. short fighting action!

I assume my brawn
Is also superior.
Like Donkey Kong it's on
And I'll kick your posterior!

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Who matters?

How many people matter in the end?
Me, first off. Of course, my best friend.
But who else really matters in life?
Couldn't anyone else take a knife?

But when I consider it, there's more.
Each person has something in store
To affect my life in their way.
I must see this every day.

But it's hard indeed to think like that.
"Caring isn't something towards more than a cat"
Is my thought process more often that not.
Most people I could let go and rot.

But should that be my philosophy?
It has worked alright for me.
Why change what works?
The rest of you can suck it.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Debates of 2044

In the presidential debates of twenty forty-four,
A man moderated, who went by the name John Bonjour.
A question he posted about each candidates' stance
Was, "Sirs, what is your exact stance on dance?"

New Whig Party candidate "Pragmatic Milly" said,
"I quite like to spin around on my head,
Dancing old school, like those 'hoodlums'
From the days of overemphasized backing drums."

Stalwart Candidate, and heir to the Morton Salt throne,
Had hidden his dancing views so well that no one had known
If this could be the question to ruin his chances
All over the kind of style of dance he dances.

"I like to hold my wife close oh so very close to me
And swing back and forth ever so slowly.
But what's this have to do with the crisis of oil?
Don't you, John, worry about our nation's toil?"

The moderator responded to him with a smile,
"Levi, oh Levi, think for a little while.
Don't you think that dance cheers up the nation?
It's almost as soothing as bogus divination!"

The Stalwart proceeded to shout that he wanted issues,
To which the only response was, "If you cry, get tissues."
Then Morton stormed off, booming steps across the stage.
He threw away an election in his little fit of rage.

The Democratic candidate looked on in awe,
As he just couldn't believe what he had saw.
He wanted to storm off just like ol' Firecracker Levi,
But he was paralyzed except for his mouth and left eye.

He couldn't respond to the moderator's question for the room was too loud.
And then each and every person in the audience, those shouting in the crowd
Turned into an angry mob, just weeks before they would be voting
And both the Democrat and Whig were killed, it's quite worth noting.

The Stalwart had gotten out just in the nick of time,
A question of dance had saved his own hind.
But he still lost the election to a political wader,
And finally the big one went to Independent Ralph Nader.