Sunday Snips and Stuff--A brief meander through "Verses and Un-Rhyming Prose--A Motley collection by Tricia McGill".

I definitely don't consider myself a poet, but have at times in the past rambled on in an effort to come up with a few lines that sometimes rhyme, but more often than not, don't. Here are just a few:

Hope

I hope I’ll go back, I heard her say

I hope to return to my homeland one day

We all hope for things, both large and small

I hope that my kids grow up fine and tall

Gran hopes that she’ll die in her bed of old age

And I hope for peace in the world at some stage

I hope my son doesn’t get mixed up with drugs

or ever gets friendly with muggers or thugs

My daughter hopes Greg will ask for a date

and I hope he doesn’t bring her home late

I hope that my washing gets dry on the line

It will if the weather stays hot and fine

My husband hopes that the horses he backs

will race home like wildfire and eat up the tracks

We all hope to own our own house one day

and hope we won’t have a large mortgage to pay

Our aims and our dreams help keep faith alive

But hope, firm and strong, is what helps us survive.

*~~~~* 

How strange

The day I did a funny thing was on a Wednesday in spring

The sky above was dull and grey. It really was a dreary day

Men walked by and stared at me. I guess I was a sight to see

All decked out in purple clothes, 

spouting verses of unrhyming prose

A woman in a matching dress said, 

“What’s your name? No let me guess

It must be Maud or Jane or Jean. 

That’s about the oddest outfit I’ve ever seen.

Where did you get that pointed hat? 

And is that the skin of a tabby cat?”

“Oh no, it’s pure bred fox I think, or a rabbit’s pelt. 

It sure does stink!”

I’m not the type to be so seen to be bizarre, or so extreme

So perhaps it was the time of year 

that made me act so very queer.

*~~~~* 

You Came Along

My life was dull, my future stark and bare.

Days, weeks, stretched before me with nothing there.

But then you came along.

Not dashing in like some bold knight,

More like a gentle hint of summer, so good so right.

I’m glad you came along.

Dreams long buried were fulfilled by you.

You did not ask; I gave my heart, my soul too.

When you came along.

Your gentle touch, your sweet lover’s kiss,

Stole this autumn heart, taught me of bliss.

Please stay awhile.

The permanence sought by most

is something we may never know,

But my heart is yours, whichever way our paths may go.

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