Poem

My high school guidance counselor told
me my aptitude tests revealed that I could
pretty much do anything I liked -- then
she turned around and slapped me. Women!

(Jerry L. Embry) @ruminate.com

Poem

Every time I get down about having
a job at McDonald's, I think about
the guy at the stockyard who spends
his entire day slitting hog throats.
I wish I had a cool job like that.

(Alton Flener) @ruminate.com

Poem

Life is like a box of chocolates. You buy them for someone else, tell yourself she won't miss one -- no, three -- little pieces, then recall that time she slept with your cousin just to piss you off, so you gobble the whole lot of 'em, only to feel icky and barf them all back into the box and leave it on her doorstep with the "Here's a little something to show how I really feel about you" card still attached. (Brad Simanek) @ruminate.com

Poem

Rhymes with...

A poem what rhymes,
is out of the times.
Sad as it is,
that's show biz.
An couplet or two,
for the mind to chew.
Where oh where have they gone?
Those poems with the nice rhymes tacked on.
Lovely words which seek to intertwine,
memories,images, and dreams,like a fine vintage wine.
Now it's all free verse, blank and bare.
Sitting exposed like an un-upholstered chair
No craft or magic in that kind of work,
Beam me up Captain Kirk!

("robertpo") @The Coffee Shop Times

Poem

Getting arrested on purpose turned out to be a huge
mistake. Those conjugal visits I'd heard about are
real -- but you have to already know someone who'll
come visit you. The prison doesn't supply them.

(Anthony Myers) @ruminate.com

Poem

Because I'll be 82 in 2046, I'm writing a letter
to myself to open then, reminding me of what the
name "XXX Olympic Winter Games" really means.
On second thought, why ruin an old man's good time?

(Ted Jasmin) @ruminate.com

Poem

While I appreciate the words of support and
the suggestions of counseling, I was really
kind of hoping that divulging my exhibitionist
fetish to the family would prod Grandma
into knitting me a nice scrotum cozy.

(Mark D. Sabien) @ruminate.com

Poem

You know it's going to be a bleak Valentine's
Day when you find yourself writing heartfelt
sonnets with the same hand you're writing them to.

(Brad Simanek) @ruminate.com