The Raggedy Man

As I look down,

I see a man

With ragged hands

And hair wind-blown.

From atop my hill 

The man looks sad

And a little drab

While he stands so still.

A man walks nigh

In his suit so black

But he turns his back

As he walks bye.

The shaggy man

Shivers in his sleeves

Sitting under the eaves

Beside an old beer can.

Nifty Nouns to Help Me With My Poems

Flavor Rock Creek Oak

Moccasin Fairy Madame

Pearl Beast Grub Robin

Flame Wintergreen Wigwam

Caterpillar Fountain Express

Melody Emerald Ruby Topaz

Diamonds Forest Woodland Mire

Bog Bloom Dune Buttercup

Spring(of water)meadow

Evergreen Valley Hillock

Breeze Whisper Shore

Swallow Field Sycamore

Dust Fog Cloud Mist

Vine Grapevine Twine

Shades Wave Host Veil 

Milky-way Shine

Tresses Creeper Theif

Millennium Verdure

Sod Turf Courtyard

Forage Vittles Bristle

Shock Bulk Plaint

Sob Gripe Clamor

Moan Bonds Vision

 

 

76 Strong Verbs for My Future Poems

Guzzle Guffaw Titter Snicker

Chortle Shriek Chuckle Giggle

Smirk Grin Cackle Snigger

Banter Quip Revel Taunt

Declare Utter Mumble Murmur

Mutter Drawl Confabulate

Schmooze Promenade Traipse

Jaunt Ramble Abscond Chuck

Flee Forsake Maroon Vacate

Heave Bandy Barrage Bombard

Discharge Volley Consternation

Daunt Petrify Unnerve Devote

Grind Hustle Befuddle Dumbfound

Elude Muddle Puzzle Mystify

Stun Addle Bemuse Eject

Devour Ingest Gormandize

Masticate Scoff Gorge

Wolf Goad Hassle Importune

Champ Harass Harry Sever

Afflict Aggravate Exasperate

Tantalize Vex

Behind the Scenes of Julius Caesar

Yesterday was the 14th of March

And my wife had a nasty
nightmare.

She dreamed that my statue was gushing 

blood.
She said I shouldn't try to get the crown
today.  I listened and said I wouldn't go,

Even though I think she's just
jealous.

However, Decius told me that the
squall, phantoms 

and my wife's dream are 

nothing to worry about.

I resolve to accompany Decius to the senate.
I don't want to listen to my wife anyway.

  We sneak 

out of the house,
hoping that Calpurnia will not catch us.

On the way I tell that irritating Soothsayer that
his prophecy must be wrong since 

I am still alive and it is now the Ides of March.

I have proved the superstitions of the people wrong!

This win should make the people treat me like a god

since I have out rivaled that old oracle.

But...to my scoffing at his fortune telling,

Mr. Soothy assents that it is the Ides of March, but
not past and that I could still... 

Die.

He and my wife must die when I become king 

Since they have been very vexatious lately.

However, I need to make the commonwealth think I'm cool so
I can be their Caesar.

Later...
*stab*
Et tu Brute?

The Thoughtful Loafer

As I strolled down the road

I met a young toad

Who was carryin' a load

Down the long dusty road.

I said to him, "Dude,

I don't mean to be rude,

But I sure think that you'd

Better lose that big load.

"Why sir," he said,

"That thought's worth a quid!"

And so he got rid

Of the pack on his mid. 

"You only live once man!"

I said as he ran

To go home to his clan

Which lived in a pan.

Then people gawked

As I continued my walk

To my old man's shop

At the end of the block.

Later everyone sought

Out the man who had thoughts

Which had such a cost

At which no one could mock.

My Pal Bruno

Bruno, how I miss you!

I miss your slobbery smiling bay

That greeted me each day.

When I got home from school

Your puppy paws would pound

The dust to greet me at a bound.

You were the smartest dog in town,

You knew so many tricks that you,

Would never even think to chew!

Bruno, how I miss your smile!

I wish that I could be with you,

So I could say adieu.