Zine

 

Poems of many types to adore

Created by, James Goddard

 

The Truth Beneath

Light-hearted Healthy, free, the world before me,

 

I ask not good-fortune

 

Postpone no more, need nothing,

 

Done with complaints, I travel the open road

 

The earth is sufficient

Image result for earth in a cage

Still I carry my old burdens, wherever I go

 

Impossible to rid of them,

 

Your road I enter upon and look around, I believe you are not all that is here

 

Here the profound, preference, denial

 

The felon, the diseas’d, the illiterate, the beggar, the drunkard, the laughing party mechanics

The escaped youth; lost to time

 

 

 

Envelop All

 

Bike around, drive around, walk around

 

Talk around and experience the town

 

Come around go around, nowhere are you bound

 

Explore and adore, the amazing outdoors

 

Find something new and let it envelop you

 

Make the most of the day, as if it were made for you

 

Sun, rain and snow

 

They make the mind flow

 

For nothing can truly stop you

 

Just keep thinking anew

 

A loud day, envelop the sound

 

A clear sky, don’t look down

 

A small room, don’t feel confined

 

Your mind still flows

 

The world is not for your

 

Your creativity and imagination is what truly makes you, you

 

 

 

 

The Days of Dismay

 

A nice sunny day

Warm air and all shout, “hooray!”

 

For there are no more days to dismay

 

No more crappy, only happy

 

 

What a day, what a day!

 

But it won’t last forever

So enjoy the days, as they start to slip away

 

The time is near, the time to fear

 

 

The dismay of days!

 

It’s back! It’s here!

 

You’ll fight with all your might

 

But the happy days shall not adhere

 

 

It now engulfs you, the dismay of days

 

The horrible pays, the worst of worst days

 

A new life we need

 

For a new life we plea

 

 

 

 

Tanka/Haiku

Choo! Choo! I’m a train!

 

Steam and coal I can contain

 

Passengers aboard

 

I pumped to their accord

 

Now I’m bored, sitting, waiting

 

 

Blue red and yellow

 

All these colors are fellows

 

Rainbows I adore

 

A tanka I am

 

5! 7! 5! 2 7s!

 

Words don’t need to rhyme

 

This may be a 7 line

 

7 syllables right here

 

Haiku, make me snore

 

Bubble of snot, it might pop!

 

Oh, how do I bore