Caleb’s Poetry

One of my favorite books growing up was “Where the Sidewalk Ends” by Shel Silverstein. Perhaps it was because the poems were quick reads that accommodated my attention span, or because the verse was witty, or maybe it was the fun illustrations that accompanied them. Regardless, I fell in love with poetry and even dabbled in it throughout my life, and have posted a few of them here. Enjoy!

Easily Distracted

I…
Wait. Where was I?
Ah, yes!
I—

Art Subject(ive)

I went to the Tate,
it’s a modern museum,

In the middle of a gallery,
lay some random ductwork,

At first I thought,
There must be some HVAC being done in the Tate.

Then I noticed the velveteen ropes
surrounding this metal scrap.

So this is art, thought I,
according to some.

Then I picked up my pen and jotted this down.

If HVAC is now art, this is now poetry!

Then It’s Gone

A stroke of genius
popped into my brain.

But then the wind blew,
and it popped out again.

The Mighty Pen

They say the pen is mightier than the sword.
I’m sure they are revering the power of the written word.

But try as I might,
I can’t win a fight,
If the cap of my Bic gets stuck on too tight!

Can I Have Seconds?

I’ve cleaned my plate!
The food’s all eaten.
That was a meal that’s worth repeatin’!

I’ve scarfed my beans,
and chowed my taters,
gobbled the greens,
and munched the maters.

The meat’s in my belly
as well as the soup,
And also, that smelly
big pile of goop.

That wasn’t food?
Oh, well, I ate it.
I must admit that I did not hate it!

I’d love some more without a doubt!
You say there’s only Brussels sprouts?

Those really make my tummy hurt.
So, maybe I’ll just have dessert!

If you enjoyed this post, feel free to buy Caleb a cup of coffee!