Category Archives: Rhymed Verse

So Familiar

Words striking a chord –
Old, comfortable friends
Never heard before
So familiar when said.

A trick of the mind,
A wish of the soul –
Not particularly kind,
Calling parts to a whole


Each change a risk,
Each risk a fear:
Hiding deep behind the mob,
The risk of staying here.

Long Before

You only live until you die,
And though that’s true,
It’s still a lie.
For heart and mind can perish, too,
Long before they bury you.

Unfortunately Able

Unable to live,
Unable to die,
Unforunately able
To keep asking why.

Again and Again

Again and again, they walk the path:
Same steps, same sights, same sounds.
Again and again, they are surprised
When the same results are found.

What I Meant

What I meant,
What you heard:
Does the first matter
Without more words?

The Hands Holding the Book

The hands holding the book
Slowly drift to her sides
As her breaths grow shallow and slow.
The pale, wrinkled face
Turns slack and relaxed
As the pot bubbles on low.

The gray, wizened man
Stares at the large screen
As smoke creeps into the air.
She wakes just in time
To save pan and house,
As he watches on without care.

Life in a Bubble Limerick

I think life in a bubble is grand,
But some others just won’t understand.
They push, and they press
Though they have no succes,
And in pushing, they may become banned.

Too Enough

Pushed too far to be patient
Stretched too taut to be kind
Wrung too dry to be social
Hedged too close to be blind

Depression too deep to be active
Connections too many to be free
Compassion too spent to be trusted
Obligations enough to be

I cannot

I cannot make them listen.
I cannot make them see.
I cannot make them value
The me I have to be.

I cannot make me guiltless.
I cannot make me free.
I cannot make me happy
With all I cannot be.

I cannot make us better.
I cannot make us blend.
I cannot make us anything
But a struggle to pretend.

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