Poetry & Rhymes

The clouds overheadDeclare that I’m deadThe flesh falling free of my bonesA king and his dukesToo free with their nukesJust dropped one on top of my home

After a long time waitingShe abandoned the empty shoreCertain that he had lost his wayShe tore her clothes and mournedUpon his return months laterWith bones and nothing moreShe left him outside with his marlonAnd changed the locks on the door

I took the F from phonicsAnd erased the I from eye,For I am the great neologist,And muddling English brings pride.Don’t let the lexicographer’sPhonetic description derideThe enigma behind my creations,For I will not abide.Remember that time I decidedTo take out shoes’s double O’s?Then switched out the U in roofAnd added an E to nose?You may say … Read more

There is a term for scrutinizing every word you seeThe languages each started in, their growth and historyThe study of the lore behind our terminologyMight seem a bore, but wait there’s more to “etymology.” You ever wonder why some words are difficult to spell?Why silent letters hide in terms like knife, unique, and knell?How words … Read more

When the sad little bird met the sad little manShe sang a sad song and she flew to his handThen she told him about all the troubles she hadHow when she was a chick, a crow took her dear dadAnd when she grew older she longed for a mateBut found no one to love her—so … Read more