Oldies But Goodies

I love writing poems. It serves as a very cathartic release for me. These are poems I wrote a while back, but they are my favorite!!

Hunt For Apple Pie

The craving for apple pie hit hard

So I dashed to the kitchen to see what we had

Oh my was it bad-

No apples, no cinnamon, no crust;

My plan was a bust

I ran to the orchard, what a torture!

The line when from here to Canada.

When it came to my turn I began to yearn

For that warm apple pie.

To my surprise they sold out of pies

My plan was again a bust

I went to the fruit stand

You won't believe what I found-

Damn! They shut that stand down!

My plan was again a bust

I tried a diner called Mel's;

I wanted to yell-

Because they sold their last pie.

My plan was again a bust

More and more time went by

Still no apple pie

There were strawberry, cherry and peach pies

But not one apple pie in town

That pie was becoming a must

I started to lose hope.

I began to mope

As I made my way back home.

My plan was definitely a bust

When I walked through my door

I almost hit the floor,

For there on the table

I saw a pie oozing with apple

I ate and I ate and I ate

All the pie I was able

My plan was not a bust after all!

Take Me Out To The Ballgame

The scent of popcorn and hot dogs fill the air,

You're hit with it as soon as you get there.

Shuffling through the crowd to find your sit,

You feel a cool breeze battling the heat.

Finally, the players rush out to start the game

The announcers introduce them all by name.

The first pitch is thrown with such immense power

Ending up in the catcher's glove at 95 miles per hour.

After dozens of pitches and tons at bat,

Every one donning their rally hats,

The final batter steps up to the plate,

His performance determines the team's fate.

The pitch is thrown with rocket like speed,

The crowd grows silent at an equal speed.

Crack went the bat as it clobbered the ball,

A resounding cheer was let out by all.

Farther and farther the ball flew towards the seats,

Barely missing an old man named Pete.

The game is over, the home team won,

Now it's time for the real fun!

The Clock That Tells You How I Feel

Tick tock tick tock

Chimes the old grandfather clock

Another minute goes by

Another minute your on my mind

I see your blue eyes shine

Brighter than any ocean

I hear your laugh burst out

Sweeter than the sweetest sound

Your cologne as you hug me tight-

Fresher than a new spring day

Your skin brushing against mine-

Softer than a cashmere sweater

Tick tock tick tock

Chimes the old grandfather clock

Another minute goes by

Another minute your on my mind

I want to be the one who holds you when you shed a tear

The one who calms you when you punch a wall

I want to be the one you take around town

The one you need right by your side

Tick tock tick tock

Chimes the old grandfather clock

Another minute goes by

Another minute your on my mind