Ode to a helium balloon

Oh balloon
How nice and
Round in your
Conjecture
Do you approve
That I may once
Suck in your helium
And high I will be
As my voice squeaks
And I nearly pass out
In a public place
From a silly act
That every one
Tries
But once

Ode to Living on a Cow

Troubled minds
Abound
But really
What more is
Our day
Than a
Delusion
In our own
Minds

To my friend without cymbals

Dear My Friend who Has no Cymbals:
I know who you are!!!!!!!

Ode to a Clam Shell

Time and Time and Time
Show me that you
Are indeed
Smart
Because
I would
Never want to
Eat your
Inner
Beast

Ode to a Tea Party Candidate

Oh lucky you
A day has come and you are here to sieze its
Life.

Ode to the Eater of Valentines

Miss me yet?

Ode to the last bagel I ever ate for the rest of my days

I ate you once and you were never going to make me sick again
Good bye dear bagel
It is so much better eating
English Muffins today

Thrills in a hay storm on Mars

What is the meaning of the dream I just had
I just dreamed that an eggnog drink was chasing my dog into a
Ferret's house on the moon!

Ode to the water moccasins that I enjoy online

Oh water moccasins
I so enjoy your caliber
I move your aces into my sleeve
And I spend the day listening to your
Heartache and narcissism
But what about
The trust you have
In a better world
Do you not realize
That God does
Heal those who
Seek Healing
For their
Entire lifestyle
That they enjoy
But ask for cookies
In the end of
The day but that they
Do not last
And they lose a number of
Crayons in the building of
Their own personal
Noah's ark

A simple hymn to the rest of the thirty somthings I must say good bye to soon

Dear Fellow thirty year old fellows of the world today
I must say I am nearing forty and
To you I must say
I am ready to move on
Really
It was fun being a thirty year old
But forty is smaller in caliber and
I just aim for fifty soon
As well
So goodbye my friends
You were so fun
But why didn't I go to
Any bars with many of you
This past decade
It was just not meant to
Be I guess
So goodbye fair children
I aim to make more
Sense than I did
When I was
Thirty
Two

Ode to the miracle on my computer screen

Oh pixels
How I count thee
And ask that you
Indeed do
Smile
But if you frown
I will never smite thee
As I know
You are made
Of poetry
And physics
I can not
Quite
Understand
In my
Mathematical
Genius
Mind of
The highest caliber
That asks for more kids to read my chat but never eats alone without my dear Creator to keep me happy.

An Ode to the best year of my days so far

Days a fast approaching
That there is more
That I can sing about
Than there is
That I can
Walk the
Line that
Makes up
My best
Year
I
Do sing
A song
That matches
The best
Times ahead

Poetry in a sing along from hell and high water

Sing
Sing a song
But make it
Simple
Or
I will
Be
Gone

Poetry about the American Civil War

Dear Saints and Sinners of
The rose garden in
The autumn of
The first moon
I play my
Harpsichord
In a mess
Of poetry
That I can not
Adjust for
The best of
My pleasures
I indeed
Do resign
To challenge
None
But enjoy
Merit

Poetry about the holocaust

Evil sun
And blessed moon
A day of peace
May soon be here

An Ode to the last checker on my checker board

Oh there dear Checker
Oh how I see thee in the sunlight of the game I play tonight
I play with two hands and three thumbs but the third is
The property of
My best friend
Mr. Ed
Who lasted but a year
And burned out in the
Summer sun

A psalm to the general birthday party shore singing speech makers

Why did you ask me to be your best life saving friend?
I miss that you are asking me for more money my friend.
I just thought you had a knack for living well but smiling often.
It was never a good idea to lift 1000 pounds with my teeth on the first of the month.
Be good and live a good life.
I live like a king, but I smell like a mouse.
It is good to be human but lets be honest, we really want to be quiet.
Trust in God and Trust in your hands but dont trust in the wounds of your soul.

A psalm to the general engineer of the ballpark of life

Woe to the bookstore that threw me to the dungeon!!!!!
I discover alcohol and all I get is a big tie tack!!!!!
Pass the surgeon a lunar eclipse and maybe there will be a soul for your funny farm in Georgia!!!!!!!
Why is there a backlight in my house that sounds like a philosopher?
I pray for future endeavors and I get lice from a girl in the train station of life.
It is only with the power of humanity that I can beat the clock and endure more witticism and wit!
I believe in the bacon that never gets eaten by any human being of human origin!
Its blessed to live in a poor house, but never leave your basement door open too long!
So lets discuss a powerful story with the police and shake the hands of troubadors of life.
Bless the smile on the frown and smile the frown on the wry look from Spain.