(My) Mind-Muscles Flexing on Puzzles
I used to look at rhyming like a crossword.
The final rhyme in a line
must be fine yet aligned
with the meaning; whether normal or absurd.
Yet every rhyme shouldn't be hard to find.
Even the blind will find,
whether spoken in front or behind,
no hunt or incline,
the blunt power of a rhyme.
Yet rhymes don't have to be at the end;
let them be at the start,
maybe mix, mash and let met in the middle.
Just don't fret over proper English too much.
Hell, use a rhyme twice.
Slice a word of it's two, three meanings:
dwell the reader in hell
as they spend a hell of a time
pacing back and forth over
what the hell you meant.
Even big words like 'criminal'
are irresistible to the ear.
Though they take more time to think of.
Just don't go invisible to the idea
of a multi-syllable tortilla--
I mean multi-syllable rhyme.
Sorry, I'm hungry.
All’s Well That Ends Well
His femme pro temps was a femme fatale, she,
Who worked his worth until worthless was he;
Said she in a tone that baited seductively,
"I'll pay you back in love if you will wait here for me."
He remained, you see, for that enchantress, his she,
And bided his time for that temptress, did he;
But the calendar pages turned unrelentingly,
His years sans wages compounding cumulatively.
Then lo! and behold, the villainess returned fundless,
Having taken and lost his hard-earned abundance.
And she asked for some more, if you can believe it,
So he reached in his pocket, therefore, to retrieve it.
He was crumpled and wizened but all the more wiser
Pretended to fawn, but did, he, despise her;
He found the papers under legal purview
And retrieved, did he for her, the bill that was due.
She grumbled and seethed and reached in her purse
Too humbled, was he, to ride in a hearse
She thought she had trumped him, but he outgunned her, moribundly
And now he's made it all back with a comeback GoFundMe.
America the beautiful
There once was a nation
Divided in two
One side was red
The other was blue
The side that was red
Belonged to the right
The side on the left
Was blue as the night
The people who lived there
Could never agree
And that was ok
Because both sides were free
Free not to listen
Free to ignore
Free to join forces
And so, so much more
They set up a system
To keep things afloat
That gave every person
A voice and a vote
They voted on issues
They voted on rules
They voted on when
They should open up schools
They elected their leaders
And who governed the law
But the system was broken
The system was flawed
Politicians turn tyrants
Motivated by greed
Who put their own wants
Ahead of our need
Both sides were guilty
This much is true
But lies and deceit
Often favored the blue
They played on emotions
And paid off the news
To change your opinions
And alter your views
“United we stand!”
“Divided we fall!”
“Don’t vote for Donald”
“He’s to blame for it all!”
They had to defeat him
He had to be beat
No room for chances
They needed to cheat
The election was stolen
It should always be fair
Unless you vote Donald
Then they don’t care
Red, blue, or yellow
Black, white or green
We all have a voice
And all should be seen
Our nation is grieving
We can’t let her go
But nothing can happen
If nobody knows
Stand with your neighbors
Stand with a friend
Fight for your country
Put this war to an end
No Sense
Rock and roll, you tootsie roll
There's nothing wrong with going sol-o
Ring it in
you like to win
And I'm not gonna lose
We get to choose and this caboose is off the rails
Talk about what it entails
A lock of hair
A bit of tape
A bitter air
An empty lake
A girl in need
A man indeed
And no one here to blame for these
Give me time to write this rhyme
I'm going as fast as I can
The time I ran, the words collapsed
And still turned out just fine
Tile
A tile?
yes a tile...
with certain
style from
corner aisle
a rhombus
to beguile...
floating down
along the Nile
like a multi-
purpose file
with odes
to Carlyle...
washed upon
deserted isle
transfigured
and defiled
by leeches
heaped in a pile
of Kafkaesque
morbid trial
still spewing
official bile
with ornate
underlying firm
Baroque denial
but all in all...
an odd evening
on the tile...!
For the spirit
not words
that rile...
a Life
worthwhile.
03.31.2023
Ridiculous Rhyming challenge @Ash2ash
Flying
Claire didn't dare to try airfare because of what she was told by a bear
"Armchairs on planes are unfair, because they're too small for bears!"
So Claire stayed home and ate a pear, but first peeled its skin until it was bare, because the shiny green coat gave off an awful glare.
But she heard a noise in the air, ran out and let out a gasp of despair, because a giant plane was floating right there.