Poetry

I’m so happy Bryson’s punch Is still around for lunch. The lime was a flavor That you could really savor It was so citrussy nice If you had it with

I’ve thought of things I cannot write.
They’re of a language yet unspoken.
I’ve soared above high peaks at night,
And shattered rings men thought
Could

I’ve Drawn a Blank I’ve drawn a blank; can’t think of what to say. My thoughts, like migrating birds distracted from their route, have flown into the farthest recess of

Purple Play Regal, royal, rich in purple tones, Color of ages, sages, textiles, all renowned, And flashing floodlights in a discotheque; Diamonds reflecting purple; sparks aglow. Pick out that purple

You are majestic to behold Lining the streetside With your crown of Bright, orange-red flowers.   You are like a large bouquet In a dark brown vase Decorating the land

Potpourri Music Reverse the rhymes Cause confusion Mess up the beat Lilt the lyric Off-time the tempo, Wild sensations, Loosen the stiffness, Free the mind. Give to the ears A