rhyme

/ grumpygorman

sir rooster mounts
farm table,

mute, with proud
intent–

bold, for beast
so quiet,

feathers fan bed’s
drowsy brood-

rousing but
seldom
rude.

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/ grumpygorman

summon spring,
quick!

‘fore we
fade into forget,

winter wheezes til
shivers sieze
breath-

grinding time
forth..

sundial tilted
north.

/ grumpygorman

rather get
real-

than be
right

is
the lever

that heightens or
lowers

soapbox of
speaker–

peering up
to..

leer down
at..

so little eye
to eye–

a poor excuse
to not
try.

image: geralt (pixabay
/ grumpygorman

coping
or crutching

midst copious
munching

in
kitchen–

on
throne–

too full of
alone..

fasting, then
grasping

at sweet
highs

are
crashing..

the flavor’s not
lasting!

no grinding while
sleeping,

less waking..
repeating.

image: ds_30 (pixabay)
/ grumpygorman

when pressed, we
sought grace,

so sky’s slow
to clear?

what’s my
rush..

past so much
rain..

into weather more
severe..

to
blame?

image: josemdelaa (pixabay)
/ grumpygorman

bus man, why
so long?

spare a story
or song?

i’ll lean into your
lessons..

fall not
on careless ears,

bus man, shall we
walk from
here?

image: natureworks (pixabay)