Should a Poet Work?
I’m really in a rut and feeling blue
maybe I need a job just like you.
I’ll get up at 6, take a shower and eat
get ready for work, I’m already beat.
Hop in the car, hurry and wait
feel like a race horse dancing at the gate.
Finally get to work, arriving too late
my co-workers stare, I think I’m bait.
Make it till 10, then take a little break
here comes the boss, can I stay a little late?
Of course I can, a smile on my face
I know what to do, … Read the rest
A Summer Cold
Yucky stuff, these stinky colds.
Nose so clogged, couldn’t small a rose.
Taking it easy, sitting in a chair
feeling so rotten, I just don’t care.
Taking a nap in the middle of the day
hoping when I wake – it’s gone away.
No such luck with a cold in your head
about all you can do is stay in bed.
I’m sneezing and wheezing, wiping my nose
a big pile of Kleenex covers my toes.
It will soon be a memory, all but forgotten
I won’t even remember that I felt so rotten
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My Old Sneakers
My old sneakers look abused
that’s because they’ve really been used.
They’ve traveled are and traveled near
if you listen closely, many stories you’ll hear.
They’ve walked the roads, tracked thru grass
sometimes sloww and sometimes fast.
I’ll miss my friends when they’re thrown away
I hear them wish that they could stay.
Original poetry and art by Patricia Walter September 2006 ©… Read the rest
Beach Memories
Sitting on the porch
Remembering the day
When that strange
Flamingo passed my way.
So cute and pink
With Drink in hand
Walking the beach
Kicking sand.
Poetry and Art by Patricia Walter 2019 ©… Read the rest
Computers
Looking and watching
staring at the screen
boy, those computers
can really be mean.
You press one key
then go back
everything’s gone –
just like that!
Nothing easy
clicking and moving
messages pop up
you’re not grovin.
Hit the help key
get out a book
it’s finally working
the hours it took!
Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2005 ©… Read the rest
The Computer
They said it would be easy
learning the PC.
But everything I do
never wants to be.
I press the keys
look at the screen
boy those messages
can really be mean.
I’m looking for help
searching the books
all I get are computer
mean looks.
Moving the mouse
clicking away
hoping to find
what I need to say.
Something I did
something I hit
made it work
I don’t have to quit.
Whoever said
it’s really easy
makes my stomach
really queasy.
Poetry & Photo by Patricia Walter 2002 ©… Read the rest
Saturday
Sitting around Saturday, nothing to do
should I take a walk or visit the zoo.
Find the number of a really old friend
call them up, find out how they’ve been.
Mow the lawn, weed the garden
let it grow – dear neighbors, beg my pardon.
Wash the car, wax the old girl
throw clothes in the dryer, give them a twirl.
Sweep the floors, pick up the dust
clean the grill, remove the rust.
The options are clear – the work must be done
but I really want to be out on the run.
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Picnic
Pack up the kids, the stuff and the dog
off to the park, out of the smog.
A place for a party and a little meal
really doesn’t need to be a great big deal.
A little fried chicken, some chips and slaw
make it at home, no restaurant to call.
Maybe some hot dogs cooked on a stick
they taste so good, always do the trick.
Add some mustard, nestled on a bun
the kind of food you can eat on the run.
A little game of catch, a swim in the lake
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The Ants
The ants march in and the ants march out
sometimes they really cause a person to pout.
They steal a little food, take a crumb or two
make you feel like you’re in the zoo.
They crawl up your leg, tickle your arm
you jump and yell, sound the alarm.
Quick – move the blanket and basket of food
find a new spot – where the ants aren’t rude.
Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2000 ©… Read the rest
Potato Chips
I really love those potato chips, pass so quickly over my lips.
A burst of salt on the end of my tongue, yummy and tasty, so much fun.
You can eat them plain, they all taste the same.
Get some dip from the corner store, you’ll soon be out and run for more.
Thin and round, thick and wavy, seldom served with sausage gravy.
Nothing like a bag that’s new and fresh, soon to be gone without a mess.
Don’t need a spoon, fork or knife, potato chips are the staff of life.
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Peanut Butter
Peanut butter is fun and gooey
some people think that’s just plain hooey.
They don’t understand the joy of the spread
smear it with jelly on your favorite bread.
Too silly for grown up, it’s just kids stuff
they frown and growl in a great big huff.
They’ve just lost touch with the joys of youth
they must be served in a restaurant booth.
No frills or china required my friend
doesn’t cost a bundle, no rules to bend.
Enjoy a sandwich, use a napkin or two
with peanut butter and jelly you never feel blue!
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I Like to Sing, I Like to Hum
Sometimes I sing, sometimes I hum
people say – I’ve been in the rum.
I like to laugh, I like to grin
people think I was drinking again.
I tell a story or tell a joke
all I had was a nice cold Coke.
The happiness and joy I like to display
is just because I’m made that way.
I don’t need a drink to give happiness a start
all I need lives right in my heart.
Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2000 ©… Read the rest