rhyming poetry

Golf Course in Outer Space

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I had a dream my dad went to live
at a golf course on the moon
and the only reason he went
was because my uncle told him to

there was a constant summer sun
in a long, flat expanse of green
a domed space that went on forever
and the people there were mean

I knew he was uncomfortable
I could see it in his face
because for some reason, I went with him
to this golf course in outer space

Because I thought we could use some silliness this month. And I’ve started this thing where I write poems of actual dreams I’ve had. This poem made my Dad laugh.

It has been soo cold. January is kicking my butt physically and mentally, and I just have to endure. I can make it through. The new presidency has me super depressed, so I am just going to read. How many books can I make it through? I am currently reading four…two audio books and two other books. A memoir, a YA science fiction adventure, an urban fantasy, and an epic fantasy romance. Variety is the spice of life. Maybe I should throw another genre in there.

AJM

aliens

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I had a dream I visited aliens
they left their spaceship on the moon
yet in the time they left it
I stepped on it like a balloon

and it didn’t pop or float away
it shattered and made a mess
for the rest of the dream they chased me
trying to get me to confess

the space ship was red and white
like a plastic bobber on the lake
it hovered over my parents house
so close it made the windows shake

and each time they looked for me
I ran away to some place new
getting more and more exhausted
as my paranoia grew

I was so afraid and full of fear
but I never saw their faces
I just ran away from the truth I knew
that I was lacking in social graces

Once again, it’s not Monday. I didn’t want to be away for the next few days and not post anything. This one is actually written from a dream I had a month or so ago. I have strange dreams a lot and might consider writing more on them.

I hope everyone has a nice week and to those of us in the US – a very Happy Thanksgiving!! ❤️

~AJM

Walking The Dogs On a Snowy Evening

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Whose yard is this? The dogs. (I know)
They both like it covered with snow
And lake-like puddles on the ground
And squishy grass that’s hard to mow

They will chew their sticks to the sound
Of wind blowing their ears around
With snow that bites with winter’s chill
They chew, oh — another stick found!

And the dogs always get a thrill
Smelling bunnies and things to kill
Noses to the ground, at my side
They sniff until the world grows still

The yard is icy, cold and wide
And I continue to abide
Please, it is time to go inside
Please, it is time to go inside

This poem is inspired by Robert Frost’s Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening, but obviously with a less serious and sillier theme. I had the pattern of this poem in my head while out walking the dog one evening and I thought it might be fun to play around.

Wishing everyone a meaningful Martin Luther King Jr. Day.

If you’ve liked what you’ve read, check out my poetry book, Walking in Cemeteries available for purchase here.