I could be so much more
I could be a great star
If there had been effort
If there had been effort
If I had put more into it
I could be far better
I could be far better
I could be good enough
If only I were
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Monday, December 27, 2010
Rubber Band
A rubber band is a strong thing
So long as not stretched too far
When it then breaks and all falls
And its groups no longer are
So long as not stretched too far
When it then breaks and all falls
And its groups no longer are
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Christmas
Wonderful recollection of the birth of human God
Occurring December 25th each year
Sacred celebration of the incarnation of Christ
Leading his people out of their fear
Gathering in the Church with the community
Unifying the varied in Mass
Remembrance of the event with a great party
Collecting beloved family en masse
Congregation in a familiar and comfortable home
Unwrapping gifts galore
Revelation of the holiday's wondrous spirit
Manifesting in the store
Occurring December 25th each year
Sacred celebration of the incarnation of Christ
Leading his people out of their fear
Gathering in the Church with the community
Unifying the varied in Mass
Remembrance of the event with a great party
Collecting beloved family en masse
Congregation in a familiar and comfortable home
Unwrapping gifts galore
Revelation of the holiday's wondrous spirit
Manifesting in the store
Monday, December 20, 2010
You Write Good Poetry
Are you really so down upon yourself
When right over there, sitting on the shelf
Is a set of poems written by your own hand
That frankly, in a single word, are grand
Give yourself a bit of credit, dear
And trust me when you then hear
That you have written quite well
And so now I try to compel
You to write a bit more for us all
Perhaps something better than that goofball
Who writes so much on some dumb website
Who you could probably beat without a fight
Yes, he's alright, some poetry strong
But never are his efforts that long
Whereas you, with your patient mind
Can, in poetry, kick his sorry hind
So now I invite you to try once more
Your hand at poetry, I even implore
Please, oh please, write it again
One, two, thirteen, and then
Think about what you've accomplished
With the words formed you have nourished
Minds of men and hearts of them too
All because of the poetry by you
When right over there, sitting on the shelf
Is a set of poems written by your own hand
That frankly, in a single word, are grand
Give yourself a bit of credit, dear
And trust me when you then hear
That you have written quite well
And so now I try to compel
You to write a bit more for us all
Perhaps something better than that goofball
Who writes so much on some dumb website
Who you could probably beat without a fight
Yes, he's alright, some poetry strong
But never are his efforts that long
Whereas you, with your patient mind
Can, in poetry, kick his sorry hind
So now I invite you to try once more
Your hand at poetry, I even implore
Please, oh please, write it again
One, two, thirteen, and then
Think about what you've accomplished
With the words formed you have nourished
Minds of men and hearts of them too
All because of the poetry by you
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
ABCD
Once upon a time there was a
Gigantic purplish fuzzy bee.
Which is really strange, eh?
But what is shall then be.
Look at that creature, see
How it plays some great de-
Fense in the hive's annual Cee
Lo Green sponsored Game D,
Within its tournament, a
Tradition for the queen bee,
Friend of all sport to a
Point of no harm to a bee.
Gigantic purplish fuzzy bee.
Which is really strange, eh?
But what is shall then be.
Look at that creature, see
How it plays some great de-
Fense in the hive's annual Cee
Lo Green sponsored Game D,
Within its tournament, a
Tradition for the queen bee,
Friend of all sport to a
Point of no harm to a bee.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Daft
Isn't it just crazy
How I'm up late working
On readings for a paper
Due in 108 hours?
I must be insane
And I know it happened
Somewhere in the past 18
Years, but where?
That's it, I'm mental
And there's no going back
To the future or the past
Or to a state of sanity
How I'm up late working
On readings for a paper
Due in 108 hours?
I must be insane
And I know it happened
Somewhere in the past 18
Years, but where?
That's it, I'm mental
And there's no going back
To the future or the past
Or to a state of sanity
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Computer Virus
You lurk in the shadows of the Internet
Watching, waiting for your opportunity
You hop onto that computer and hold tight
Obnoxious, loud, flashy, and deadly
But with the help of a friend
Hours of effort
It can work out in the end
Computer's unhurt
Virus, nice try, better luck next time
You were a worthy adversary, "Antivirus Action"
Come around if you get a chance ever
And we'll test out my antivirus reaction
Watching, waiting for your opportunity
You hop onto that computer and hold tight
Obnoxious, loud, flashy, and deadly
But with the help of a friend
Hours of effort
It can work out in the end
Computer's unhurt
Virus, nice try, better luck next time
You were a worthy adversary, "Antivirus Action"
Come around if you get a chance ever
And we'll test out my antivirus reaction
Deeper Meaning
Deeper meaning lurks somewhere in the dark
As I seek it out from these choice words
Unsure of any possible significance
As I pick through as a pack of buzzards
This poem had meant something to me
For why else would I then write it
But the circumstance and thought is gone
As I seek some meaning to now refit
Deeper meaning lurks somewhere in the dark
Evading me and leading me away
Unsure of any possible significance
Which I cannot recall to this day
As I seek it out from these choice words
Unsure of any possible significance
As I pick through as a pack of buzzards
This poem had meant something to me
For why else would I then write it
But the circumstance and thought is gone
As I seek some meaning to now refit
Deeper meaning lurks somewhere in the dark
Evading me and leading me away
Unsure of any possible significance
Which I cannot recall to this day
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Late Night
It's a late night
Writing a paper on
Arthur, legendary king, not
President number twenty-one
Writing a poem
To pass the time
And rest my mind from
Arthur and his stupid
Chivalry and honor
Cause I prefer my
President obsession
To that king and
This stupid paper
Writing a paper on
Arthur, legendary king, not
President number twenty-one
Writing a poem
To pass the time
And rest my mind from
Arthur and his stupid
Chivalry and honor
Cause I prefer my
President obsession
To that king and
This stupid paper
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