Posted in Internal Rhyme

Why I Abhor Thor

I don’t adore Thor. He’s a bore, and what’s more
I deplore the sight of his might dressed in white.
No delight do I know from this snow. It can go
back to where I won’t care if it dares to ensnare
with its not very nice slice of hard, frosty ice.
You’re a chore, Mr. Thor. Take your roar out the door!

© Susan Schoeffield

Another poem written for the 3/1/15 post at the Phoenix Rising Poetry Guild to write a rhyming poem on any topic in any form.  If the weather forecasters are right and the next named winter storm pays us a visit, I’m ready for him.

Posted in Internal Rhyme

A Youth Truth

When people are small they will crawl with their all
until they attain what their brain wants to gain.
Once we are older, we’re colder to shoulder
the blame or the shame when intentions are lame.
It might be a sign to consign our decline
to the child who stays mild when ruffled and riled.
The stage of a sage isn’t tied to its age.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 3/1/15 post at the Phoenix Rising Poetry Guild to write a rhyming poem on any topic in any form.

Posted in Quatrain

Love Songs

Within its lilting melody
our lonely hearts find remedy
to fight the quiet solitude.
Its song is meant not to intrude

but comes to meet an urgent need.
Where treble clef and bass succeed
in climbing up and down the scales,
we hear the notes that love entails.

The thumping of a heartbeat’s drum,
an old guitar’s romantic strum,
and whimsy from a trombone’s slide
all play along when love’s inside.

Of course, at times the sound is sharp
as cupid’s fingers miss the harp.
When what we hear is found untrue,
the key of love is b-flat blue.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 2/1/15 post at the Phoenix Rising Poetry Guild to write about the sound of love.