Category: health

Bad times are coming

From wars

To droughts

To death

To Starvation

And vacation

To giant wastelands

Filled with mud

Till there is no earth

Only a planet

Hot as a hearth!

Victory?

A soldier walks

Across the land

A rifle in hand

Standing proud and tall

Thinking of only victory.

The soldiers get in the trenches

And see the enemy

Shots are fired and shouts are heard

You cannot hear the singing bird

The soldier fires, then again

A bullet hitting a man

And he will fall

No longer standing

Proud and tall.

The soldier has won a victory

Or has he?

He has killed a man

Who he didn’t know

This will haunt him

For his life

Cutting into his thoughts

Sharp as a knife.

I’m looking for an inspiration

Wondering whether I should take

A vacation?

Something just to clear my mind

I wonder if my brain will be kind

Because right now

I need anything

To fill my mind

With clear white space

Otherwise I cannot write

And empty space will fill my mind

A giant void of nothingness

Which can be tilled

With a single thought!

In life,

There is a maze,

It might raze,

And it might raise,

But no matter what,

It will always rot,

But it will,

Still,

Go on,

Having pros and cons,

Ups and downs,

Ravines and mounds,

Valleys, mountains and all sort of things,

Maybe even,

Wedding rings,

But your life,

May have its strife,

I don’t know,

But I can show,

That its up to you,

So stop reading this,

And put on your shoes,

Start living.

The bird,

Flies through the sky,

Its Wings spread out wide,

It doesn’t need a ride,

For the ride it has,

Is itself,

And nothing better,

It could even send letters,

To people here,

And people there,

With lots of care,

And if anyone dare,

Come in his way,

He will give them,

A quite day!

For he’s on the flag,

And can strangle a snake,

But he prefers fish,

From the lake.

The bird,

Flies through the sky,

Its wings spread out wide,

It doesn’t need a ride,

For the ride it has,

Is itself,

And nothing better.

The rabbit runs through the woods,

The dog runs after the rabbit in the woods,

They run over hills,

They run into chills,

They run through meadows, 

With treasures galore!

They run into some trouble,

Who scares them with a “ROAR”.

Yet they will keep going,

Over the hills and the streams,

They steer themselves in any direction,

That they choose,

After all,

They have nothing to lose.

But,

No matter where they go,

They always end up,

In the wood,

Because,

Life says they should.

The boat,

Does not flow in a moat,

Instead it’s in the harmful sea,

More dangerous than a bee.

The waters here are choppy and can kill,

And beneath there is more danger still.

From Sharks to Seals,

Who are looking for meals,

To pirates and killers whales,

(and not just the males),

And then you see land,

And jump on the sand,

Only to be burnt by the sun,

Which is not fun.

Then in the night,

You will not be all right,

For you will freeze,

And then sneeze,

Because you will fall sick,

And you will have to be bold,

Because pirates have come to bury their gold.

You see the pirates leave,

And dig up the gold,

You take it to London,

And hope it won’t mold,

But the original owners,

Spot you with it,

And guards lock you up,

In a big tower,

Where you can’t take,

A well deserved shower.

In the tower,

You stay and cower,

And you cry,

And stay still,

And die.

It is Veterans Day,

So we say,

The pledge of allegiance,

In the gym,

For people who risk their lives,

Whether their doing dives,

Or walking through rains,

They all have,

An important job,

The Veterans save people,

Who might not have saved them.

The Veterans have kept us safe,

And we are very lucky to have them.

Dad’s birthday card poem

You were born on this day,

So I say “HOORAY”!

Because you are my dad,

Which is really rad,

If you were not,

I would be sad,

Which would make people mad,

So thank you for being my PAPA!

STEALING

There was a crook,

Who stole a book,

Which was the monster book of monsters,

It chomped off his hand,

He ran away from the land,

To a place full of sand,

Where there was no water.

When he came out,

There wasn’t a doubt,

The monster had gone away,

The thief learned his lesson.

He packed his case,

And moved to a faraway place,

And never stole again.

BORED

As my mind is bored,

I can’t rhyme,

Which I know is a crime,

But my thoughts are worth a dime,

Sadly though,

I just can’t rhyme!