I love poetry and I like to rhyme

So a blank verse with just rhythm

Is not something I have ever tried

Still I suppose that not rhyming

Cannot be that bad.

Or maybe it can.

See what I love about poetry

Is more than just how it flows

It is much more than the rhythm

That makes it go where it must

Not rhyming is tough

On a rhymer like me.

So I must break out the rhymes

They are sweet poetry to my e...

The petals fall, the flowers rot

But in the end, it matters not

All that counts, is the thought.

Of the flowers you gave to her.

Now the fragrance, of a rose

Dims as it does decompose

Still gives beauty, to the nose.

Of the flowers you gave to her.

The memory, fresh it stays

Regardless of how many days

Yes, she might still be in a daze.

Remembering the first flowers you gave to her....

“We’re here today with Pax the Dove. She is going to tell us what it’s like to be THE symbol of peace throughout the world.”

“Coo coo coo coo.”

“What’s that you say?”

“Coo coo coo coo.”

“Right. I suppose that you are not necessarily THE symbol of peace. But your kind are. Doves are. So Pax, what does it feel like being that symbol.”

“Coo coo coo coo. Coo coo coo. Coo coo coo coo coo co...

Guardian angels God be praised

A hedge about me You have raised

To keep me from the doom around

To keep my family safe and sound.

I do not ask if I deserve protection

Though I wonder at divine intervention

But I know it is nothing that I have done

It is not God’s favor that I have won.

For truly special I know I am not

There is nothing to what I have got

I am just a man and nothing more

I do not...

“Ah c’mon Dad. Do I really need to get a license? I’ve been riding dragons since I was seven. And what’s the reason for getting a dragon-riding license anyway? It’s not like everybody’s got a dragon in the first place.”

“Right. Only snot-nosed brats of the knight class.”

“Hey! I resemble that remark.” Trey smiled at his father.

Omar smiled back and tousled his son’s hair. “You know... ...

“You are my son and I am proud of you.”

You might not have said those words exactly

But when I see my own sons the words really hit me

Right in the heart like when you said them to me.

“You are my son and I am proud of you.”

It was not just one moment of my young life

Dad said those words to me all of my life

Even when we were in the midst of heavy strife.

“You are my son and I am proud of you.”...

Game Over. Game Over. Game Over. Game Over. What the… Why is every single game in this arcade saying, “Game Over?” Crazy man.

“Hey Glenn. Why are all the games saying ‘Game Over’ in that strange red glow?” I keep looking around, but every single one says it. Even the pinball machines. That is so weird.

Glenn does not answer, so I look for him. “Glenn? Glenn? Did you do this? Is thi...

Thorns! Ouch!

Why do roses have them?

Do they need protection

From the ones who love them?

Roses! Lovely!

They are music to the eyes.

Aromas to the nose,

(Except all of those hybrids).

Why? Oh why?

Do we love the things that hurt?

The thorns upon the roses

The sweets in our dessert.

Do we really need

All the pain in our short lives?

Do we need relationships

That seem to give us hives?

Or is...

Okay. Tomato juice. Eight ounces ought to do. Three big shakes of Tabasco sauce. And hair of the dog. “C’mere Fido. That’s a good boy. Hey! No need to growl. It was just one hair. Sheesh.” Stir. Then, down it all without putting down the glass. Here goes.

Whoa. I feel strange. Sure, the hangover is gone, but something else has happened to me. I feel like I can lift the couch with ...

They’re all having a party tonight or this weekend and not inviting me. I just know it. He said he’s studying for his CPA. She said she feels like she’s getting a cold. Nobody is doing anything according to what they’re saying to me. But I know the truth. They all hate me. I’m Mr. Unpopular. Nobody wants to be hanging out with me. Nobody invites me to anything. Nobody wants me around. M...