Indiana Jones was a big success
You have to wonder if similar names
Would enjoy a similar fate
Like Alaska Round, detective
Or Iowa Guysummoney?
Would people find these funny?
Kansas state thing be abused
Or must we resort to towns
Like Helena -West Helena Johnson
Or, better yet, Cleveland Brown?
I have a confession:
I can’t spell dietician.
Autocorrect is not helpful
And abuses its position.
If it has a “c” or “t”
For the ician/itian portion
Forces all my logic
To perform quite the contortion.
I was going to write a poem
Full of whimsy, fun, and laughter
But I lacked aforementioned spellings
That I’d long-since afore-sought after.
Thus you get this poem
Lacking good diet advice.
On the bright side dumbness inspired me
And I guess that’s pretty nice.
I awoke with ruffled feathers
On the wrong side of the nest.
A lonely aching filled my heart
Which strained beneath my chest.
I wanted to fly away from here.
Anywhere would do,
But as I spread my wings I found
My group had become two.
Yes indeed, my morning flight
Was joined by some new bird,
And as soon as I had noticed thus
My flock attained a third.
I road the wind below the pair,
The strangers in my sky,
Trying to escape again,
Perhaps to go and die.
And then the birds gave me a caw
And the sun began to rise,
And that is when this lonely bird
Did come to realize
What a difference can be made
By an extra pair of eyes.
My quest to write one poem a day
Can really be looked at in this way:
Once per day I really need
One good idea as a seed,
And yet I crank out poems like this,
And some will hit while others miss.
Then I look at Hollywood
And my ideas seem pretty good.
Just because you can
Doesn’t mean you should.
Sometimes a bit of faking it
Will lead to something good.
Take football for instance,
Fourth down and five to go.
Sure, you can punt the ball,
But it makes a lousy show.
Likewise, if with your partner
You’re perfectly free to
Wear those dirty sweatpants, but
Why not show the very best you?
So run the ball and dress the part,
And let the record show
That it’s the corners of your mouth
That show far you can go.
First of all, this isn’t a poem (though continue to fear, I will post one today). Instead, I’d like to ask your input.
I’ve been thinking about a way to continue to inspire myself, as is an issue for so many people nowadays. As my personality would dictate, my thoughts first led to some sort of a static organization. To be specific, I’d like to organize a few days of the week for a specific poetry style, such as Sonnet Sundays, or Haiku Fridays for instance. I’d appreciate your input of:
A) Would you enjoy it if the blog was a bit more structured, or do you enjoy the unpredictability of the posts, and
B) What are some poetry styles, topics, or rhyme schemes you’d like to see (or see more of).
Thanks for reading, and thanks for your input.
Yours most gruesomely,