Poems

Both limericks and pogo sticks
Are found to bounce around
Jumpy meter, like eggbeater
And neither holds their ground

The poems free verse are rather terse
And flawed in their design
To my regret the most forget
The rhythm and the rhyme

The haiku too will worry you
With lines but three, not more
Thoughts incomplete will here compete
That's what haikus are for

I do suppose that as it goes
I'm biased in my views
The poems that rhyme with proper time
Are always ones I choose

So as I vent, I show my bent
And how God reaches me
Creation swells with glaring tells
Of creativity!

Of thought possessed, not just a mess
It's ordered through and through
The Lord divine has used his mind
In making me and you

Thus poems reflect what you'll detect
With open minds and eyes
Creative plans from God's own hands
The writer's pen supplies

This poem won second place for the January 2022 poetry contest