Here are some non-traditional poems, I figured I should be trying something new once in a while. This is an odd spur of the moment poem and still needs work, but I am posting it anyway because, probably, no one will read it but me, so it doesn't matter :)
Today I spied a gate with locks
The kind of gate that no one knocks
Behind the house looked like a box
Made of tears and cedar blocks
From the hall I hear tick-tocks
So strange each passer-bye just gawks
In the yard where tree shaped rocks
Between these trees were strung old socks
Near the gate was gray old ox
Playing with a music box
The tune he played was sweet
He looked at me and then he talks
“Listen now, beware the fox
For the world he bleakly mocks
He, good fortune, always stalks
Within your shadow, there he walks
Soon ill fortune comes in flocks
After him it comes like pox
This suddenness it always shocks.
A wise man builds and then he calks
He leaves no boat upon his docks.
Wise men still have food to eat
These poems I made about rain and storms.
I like the sound of the rain
I do
The pit-pat in makes
I lean my face against the window,
Cold and comforting
The woolly gray blanket sky
Hanging above me
Soft and soothing
It’s cozy like this
It is
Click click tick, the rain and clock
Speak together
The clock like my heart
The steady beat
The rain like some wild thing
Just out of reach
The untamed beast
Is the wind
This feral fiend
Is the storm
This visceral gale
Tempest strong
Calm thy temper
Fade thy ire
Compose these winds
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