
I
will
double
no, triple
numbers in this rhyme,
expanding, contracting, in beautiful sync,
like stars in the night sky, plotting their course in time.

I
will
double
no, triple
numbers in this rhyme,
expanding, contracting, in beautiful sync,
like stars in the night sky, plotting their course in time.
Cool like grassBut alasBreezy freezeFrostbitingLingers longSunshine’s throngSpringtime songInviting In honor of the day, I decided to try penning a poem of Irish origins. The Snam Suad won out over the other forms I investigated. According to Writer’s Digest, the Snam Suad has the following rules: I had to write and revise several times, and I…
To Statesmen fans, their team embodied traditional values cherished and revered through the ages. Lurking beneath their unwavering allegiance were subtle echoes of the broadcasters’ voices, whose commentary often reinforced the sanctimonious virtues of the heartland.
The tour began before dawn. An avian chorus rose from the trees, while a pair of oxen stood without ado…
On coldest night, light cracks darkest skies Lending hope to curious wondering eyes Shadowed faces greet spectacular sight Lighting bleakness and darkness on that very night A light to carry though more difficult days Igniting our path; guiding our way Coldest nights turn daily to dawn Light rises upward ’till all shadows are gone
The bulbs I buriedbefore winter frostand freezewill soon wakeand break earth’ssurface,spreading colorfulsprays of spring’saromatic arrival.
Treasure hunts, dance away,Obstacle courses, wild horse play.Balloon keep-up, hula hoop,Jump rope jumps, and scooter loops.Tag you’re it, hopscotch flips,Water balloons, hands on hips.”Jump high, bend low,” Because Simon says so.Nature walks, build forts high,Paddleboards under the sky.Volleyball,sandy beach,Snowball fights on unplowed streets.Skipping stones, kites in flight,Through the day to starry night.In this rhythm, we…