Tag: Poetry

The Art of Kindness

Kindness has become an art,

albeit practiced by only a few,

in which one must perform a task

for all the world to view.

Kindness, to me, is an act

accomplished out of the blue

not because it makes one look good,

but because it’s the right thing to do.

© Autumn Siders 2015

Traveler

I have been to India, Africa, and Middle Earth.

I have traveled the world and seen it’s worth.

I have been to 1899, and some version of 1984.

I have seen many cultures and their ancient lore.

I have seen it all, in times of war and in times of peace.

I have searched for the Holy Grail and the Golden Fleece.

I have seen the hero win as well as the crook.

You too can see it all, just open a book.

© Autumn Siders 2015

That Demon Across the Way

The demon sits across the way,

in a smoke-filled room

and he tempts me to say

all the secrets that loom.

He pokes and prods

and insists that he knows best.

One slips out and he applauds

and with that clever grin, he knows the rest.

The secrets pour out one by one

and the smoke-filled room begins to clear

and it’s obvious there is no where to run

because that demon is just a mirror.

© Autumn Siders 2015

Tomorrow

If the world ended tomorrow,

would you be content with what you’ve done?

With no time left to borrow,

can you honestly say it’s been fun?

Instead of leaving this place in sorrow,

could you leave on a ray of sun?

There is always the threat of no tomorrow,

so live each day like it’s your last one.

© Autumn Siders 2015

Eternal Student

There are many a scholar

who still pay dollar after dollar

and seek the fullest knowledge

they can gain from their college.

While it’s certainly a wonderful notion

to have one’s education as a devotion,

there is only so much that money can buy

and the rest must be learned on the fly.

For all those eternal students, where is the sense

in collecting debt while living with their parents?

Well it doesn’t take a college degree to see

there is no better price for rent than free.

© Autumn Siders 2015

The Laws of Grammar

I ain’t and you ain’t killed anyone,

that’s murder in the first and second degree.

I have not killed no one,

is filled with double negativity.

To boldly go where no man has before,

can lead to a split sentence if the judge sees fit.

To go boldly where no man has before.

That is better, but still not a place for a preposition to sit.

She can’t love you like me,

Sounds like a love triangle in the works.

She can’t love you like I,

Ah, the love triangle is reversed.

These are the laws that were put into place

to protect the English language from disgrace.

You can choose to follow them or rebel,

But if your choice is the latter, you will look stupid as well.

© Autumn Siders 2015