Category Archives: Rhymed Verse

A Hundred Years

If I could live a hundred years
The way that I am now,
I’d rather live a shorter time
And improve it all somehow.


Anger Is Not Permission

Anger is not permission.
Neither is a crime.
The fact that you want to
Or that others agree
Does not make your actions fine.


Is Hope a Coil of Metal

Is hope a coil of metal,
Kinetic energy held at bay?
Is that coil still eternal
Once flat – its energy gone away?
Or is hope a fall of water,
Rushing from a hole in the ground?
Could it be if the rushing can stop
And no water can be found?
Or is hope a little seed
That sprouts to grow some more?
Until that cycle of seasons breaks –
Spring eternal rather than four.


Remember

Remember the vicious murder
That was allowed for your soul’s sake.
Celebrate it every year
With eggs, bunnies, baskets, and cake.


Once a Day of Saints

Once a day of saints and souls
Of stories, songs, and snakes.
Now, a day of beers and brawls
Whether green by birth or fakes.


For $600

For $600 Poem Walls Em T. Wytte

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For $600, drug packets can fly
Over a wall and through the sky.
For the cost of 2 ladders, less ambitious can climb
Up and down (picked up by a car in no time).
For the cost of a shovel and 2-3 days,
They can risk a patrol and tunnel their way.
For 2 million dollars, engineers have designed
Longer-lasting tunnels that travel miles blind.
And still for drug-running, most work stays wall-free
With approach more direct through ports on the sea.
So as existing walls neither stop nor reveal
Do new walls stop, cost, slow, or conceal?


Would That I Could Dream

Would that I could dream
And make those dreams come true.
If trying be not good enough,
Then, I’m afraid I’m screwed.


Mindless Puppet

They pluck your strings so expertly.
They wind you up like toys.
Until these grown adults become
Unruly girls and boys.
Their inflammatory language
Manipulates your fears.
Must you stay a mindless puppet
Or can you keep your reason clear?


Blocked

The front is blocked by pain.
The back is barred by pride.
The left and right are long-closed doors
And none can see inside.


Rose-colored Eyes

One big happy family
Of false smiles and lies,
Claiming to love
Those they truly despise,
Fooling the children
Until they grow wise:
A world they couldn’t see
With their rose-colored eyes.


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