Poetry to Inspire You and Make You Gag

Over the years, I’ve written poetry that would make your average critic say, “Is that the best you can do?” I’ll admit I didn’t focus a lot on these prose. But that’s because I try not to take myself too seriously. If you want to take this stuff seriously, be my guest. You’ll probably do a better job than I.

If you like the following, that’s great. Some of it has a lot meaning, some of it has little meaning. All of it, though, was constructed with flow in mind. The rhyme scheme and meter should sound nice. I even made a book out of this stuff, and I might sell that one of these days.

Hope you like it.

Coffee surgery

Cut a coffee bean
Tie off a bag
What is the mean
Of this Starbucks gag?

Infectious grounds
Cappuccino brews
The kettle sounds
For hospital dues.

Sweet smelling surgery
A theater beeps
Latte emergency
For what cream weeps?

Caramel macchiato
Triage the arrivals
Flavored-drinking auto
Miraculous revivals.

Half-and-half for you
Aspirin for them.
Empty are the brews
A widow weeps again.

Endings

One start to the sequence
One start to the trend
A first hook of penance
A thought to first amend
A story that will have an end.

The tale makes one interested
In the twisting plot
With the corners infested
With the mysteries soon fought
And the plot devices arrested.

The reader figures what is wrong
To the written word
And what was going on,
Thinking it was absurd,
Yet understands it all along.

Character’s written word is deep
It can be misleading at times,
And other meaning starts to creep.
But when the symbols start to chime
The reader can marvel and weep.

The end, the end, is my friend,
What pulls it all together,
Giving, what can contend,
Steel as light as a feather,
And threads that will make amend.

This whole meaning
Has its bits and pieces,
All the while seeming
With so many faces,
To have one feeling.

So with this final place,
The sky a low maroon,
Has empty memoral space
With an unforgetable tune
And a slow, steady pace.

Hunky-Chunky Sock Monkey

Note: this is suppose to have accompanying music (which I can’t really compose because I don’t know how to write music).

He’s the hunky-chunky sock monkey,
Flying through the air.
He’s the hunky-chunky sock monkey,
Moving over there.

Sock-simian on your feet,
Swinging and flinging to the jungle beat.
Banana, banana is a treat
For this sock monkey to eat.

He’s the hunky-chunky sock monkey,
Catch him if you can.
He’s the hunky-chunky sock monkey,
You can wear him on your hand.

Sock-simian on your feet,
Swinging and flinging to the jungle beat.
Banana, banana is a treat
For this sock monkey to eat.

Is he an elastic orangutan,
Soft and cuddly, in your hands?
Buttons are his big eyes
Looking and flying through the sky.

He’s the hunky-chunky sock monkey,
Flying through the air.
He’s the hunky-chunky sock monkey,
Hug him anywhere.