Oh, Stegosaurus how miss you
My favorite toy when I was but a youth
I miss your large stubby legs
The spiky tail with its deadly spikes
Your plates you had on your back
Help you with sun and protection from your enemies
I miss the grin plastered on your face
As I fed you imaginary green ferns to chew slowly on
Oh, Stegosaurus how I miss holding you in my hand
How I had minding yourself
Until I brought T-Rex out to give you a fight
You always won as your tail was used as a battle axe
I miss the times we were together
Looking up facts about you in books
Now you lie in a box with other dinosaurs
Waiting for your time to re-emerge once again anf play
The stars fell upon the Earth
Heaps of stardust litter the ground
Where once were stars looking down in night sky
Now their dust glitter and shines like jewels
Sparkling on the night floor
Waiting for a child to come
Take a handful; make a wish
Blowing stardust back into sky
Where they brcome stars again
Gives light in darkest places
Where blackness runs deep
Only one light bulb is needed to shine.
A light bulb thought
Turns on in my head
Developing into a workable idea.
Under fabric circled around
On mounted base screwed under
Light bulb off until dangle cord is pulled.
A joke of how many certain people
Does it take to change a light bulb
Will grab a few chuckles from a crowd.
A beacon shines out on sea
Far rays from light bulb
Gives protected light for sailors.
Street lamps shine at each house
Except one fades in and out
In need of new light bulb change.
Light bulb shines bright
Giving hope to world
Filling up with darkness.
Electric currents move into
Filaments sparking a light
In glass bulb to make light bulb light.
Neon sign blink on and off
With color light bulbs
Beckoning people into bars.
A square of light bulbs
Frame a glass mirror
As one readies themselves for performance.
I travel the road to nowhere
No destination in my sight
Open fields to rocky slopes
I travel to where I do not know
I let my inner beacon guide me
On the path to nowhere
I will travel onward
Until I know where my destination ends
Then grows big
To form long line
In a poem which
Has ten lines, syllables
In either direction from
One word syllable or more than
Ten syllables to form a poem
Which is in one word called an etheree.
Mend a broken heart through the mind eye
With sowing needle and gold thread before it goes bye
Her raindrop tears fall upon dry ground
Growing hidden seeds which sprout many buds to be found
She weeps her tears upon the ground
Sadness fills her soul
Puddles form from her tears
Lakes, rivers rise to overflow
She is in distress
What has happen to her world?
Chaos regins to the west
Caps of ice melt in the north and south of poles
The east in a mode of change
She struggles to make sense
Cries out to those few that listen
They take heed even through they’re few
But it’s not enough to stop what may come to pass
As she watches her world disappearing
Through her crying eyes