07-10-2002, 12:30 AM
i think i promised brad in one of these threads that i would dig up one of my 'daily poems' that i try to write for my 'sig.other'. i send them to her so she can read them in her email everyday at work, which is pretty boring according to her. she loves them. they are pretty silly, but then we have a pretty silly relationship. and we like it that way. so i dug up 2, and i'll post them here. read no further if you hate sappy rhymes...
anna banana
yellow and delicious
sweet and tempting
but lurking pernicious
don't look for the clouds
that mean to bring haze
but look for me
in all your sunny days
at the end of the day
my heart remains true
holding dear
every moment of you
sometimes a rainstorm
makes poetry of prose
sometimes you get an itch
on the end of your nose
don't worry about tomorrow
we all have those times
aren't you glad
that this poem rhymes
and if you can stand it, here's another...
my dear, do you know
how time can age?
now waxing now waning
time, my dear, rages not in a cage
once upon a time
not too long ago
a dreadful winter surrounded me
wherever my heart did go
there was little warmth or mirth
naught could much make me smile
it was cold and dark and numb
and i dwelt there quite a while
but as of late its dwindled to an end
for winter too, can be driven in time
and spring is waking now for me
and with it comes its own new rhyme
new breath has been breathed into my heart,
thanks much to the days we spend
so here's to hoping for eternal spring
and perhaps this road has no end...
vomit if you must, but i said i'd do it...
anna banana
yellow and delicious
sweet and tempting
but lurking pernicious
don't look for the clouds
that mean to bring haze
but look for me
in all your sunny days
at the end of the day
my heart remains true
holding dear
every moment of you
sometimes a rainstorm
makes poetry of prose
sometimes you get an itch
on the end of your nose
don't worry about tomorrow
we all have those times
aren't you glad
that this poem rhymes
and if you can stand it, here's another...
my dear, do you know
how time can age?
now waxing now waning
time, my dear, rages not in a cage
once upon a time
not too long ago
a dreadful winter surrounded me
wherever my heart did go
there was little warmth or mirth
naught could much make me smile
it was cold and dark and numb
and i dwelt there quite a while
but as of late its dwindled to an end
for winter too, can be driven in time
and spring is waking now for me
and with it comes its own new rhyme
new breath has been breathed into my heart,
thanks much to the days we spend
so here's to hoping for eternal spring
and perhaps this road has no end...
vomit if you must, but i said i'd do it...