rhyme time

wasting time
trying to rhyme
is no crime
though not sublime
is a past-time
that i'm
doing in meantime

dead head

lead
in my head-
thoughts are dead
I feel only the dread
of staring at a blank unfed
slate of white; unresponsive, unattended,
unyielding to the thoughts I've since led
to the stark page; All I sense is left unsaid
as it floats around the nameless space half-bred.
I'm floating here myself, I can do nothing but tread
the empty space of the unyielding page, an endless thread
which has left me dry as a turnip that has been pressed and bled
too many thoughts come to those who are established and well-read
but to those who are floundering, the words and page are left unwed.

rhyming for the name's sake

what will it take
for me to make
a rhyme that will shake,
that won't be fake,
that will awake
the blah-ness mistake?
since this has become a near fruitcake
of a blog, a real flake
job on the uptake,
is it time to remake
this blogging cornflake?
for me it's no heartbreak
to keep rhyming just for the name's sake

writing in rhyme

I never knew how to
make a rhyme

I thought it just came to you
in due time

but trying to write in verse
each post

has not been as easy as
I thought at first

there are times when I just
draw a blank

there are times when
the rhyme just stank

I read some advice from a
known poet

his says not to force a rhyme
but you know it

here I am writing again today
forcing a rhyme all of the way

is it already time?

is it already time
for another little rhyme?
why did I create this hill to climb?
why didn't I do mime?
there is nothing sublime
about this little pastime
though I may have thought it onetime
to be a way to pass the meantime
as for now I think I will merely chime
to pass on the words that are prime;
I'll continue to use it in my downtime

Time Flies

Time flies
when your having fun,
so the saying goes.

I must
be having a blast,
the days are flitting past, heaven knows.

It must
be grand to have such a time,
for it is flying fast

And before
I know it, all too soon
these days will be long past.

I can
barely take a breath, or give
my eye a bat

Too soon
I'll turn my head around and
wonder where it all is at.