What’s that smell?

The leaves are changing, a cool breeze looms in the air

A ghoul may be lurking, check if you dare.

And what’s beyond the fog, tis a small black cat 

Wreaking of bad luck and axe and things that make you fat

 

But not not fear, my dears, a sweet scent is around the corner

 

It’s like candy corn and sweet wine and Romance with a foreigner. 

 

And what’s that scent, you ask, well funny you should inquire!

 

It smells a little like teen spirit and passionate desire.

 

It really loves beer, and it likes a good steak

 

Actually, it would probably stick its fork in anything you make.

 

It loves jazz music and festivals, free food and culture

 

And if you let it, it’ll consume ya like a vulture.

 

For this smell aint a scent, or a sense whatsoever

 

It’s more like a fruitful, happy endeavor.

 

I’m talking about Summer- can it hurry it up???

 

I need it more than two girls need one cup. 

Tickle Me Emo

Early to bed early to riseJust in time to watch the sun light the skies. This earth is a blessing but not in disguise and we either take note or hurry it’s Demise. Not enough water to drown the children’s cries, not enough wings to follow a bird as it flies. We’re here for a purpose or is that all lies, yet the farmer still plows and sweats as he tries. Could that be the beauty, that simplicity never dies? Or is it the things our money buys. If truth is a burden, do we just close our eyes or do we work to unlace the concrete ties?

A Compilation of Thoughts

I composed the below series during one day at work when I was bored out of my mind. What a rarity.

chicago

clear skies, like motha naytcha, even though you’re cold, Chi, we don’t haytchya. If you were on yelp, man, i’d ratechya. 5 stars, cool as ice, if you were a rink i’d skate’ya

dark chocolate

i like my chocolate like i like my Batman, the Dark Knight rises, and

its got less fat man

so sultry and smooth, a little bittersweet, dark chocolate in my mouth feels like a massage for my feet

i like it in granola, i like it covering a raisin, all you otha chocolate please phase out so i can let the good shit phase in

MaryJane (this is about my friend Joe.)

Back in high school, Joe met a young lass

By the name of mary Jane, that dutch she did pass.

She did him dirty, colored him a fiend

Til he was hopin’ and prayin’ for a little o’ that green

A few years went by, She was a distant memory

Until Joe got a MedCard and some prime-time stemmery.

They had a few mornings, several joint nights

Ending with some cookies, never any fights

A peaceful vixen, collected calm and cool

She felt like a summer afternoon ‘laxin in the pool.

It was hard to let her go, He still hasn’t quite

Cuz as soon as a spliff’s in hand, he’s got his thumb on the light.

Aussie (this is self explanatory. Americans love Australians)

if you’re a hot man from australia, ill follow behind and probably trail ya’.

all day all night like a stalker creep, as soon as you turn, like a kangaroo ill leap.

onto your biceps, your abs, your ass. and i won’t shut up like billy the big mouthd bass

Orange You Glad I Didn’t Say Banana?

Knock knock, who’s there? I’ll give you a clue.

It’s not a fruit, long or round, so I guess that’s my cue.

For I am the Orange Poet and I love being ironic.

So buckle up for some laughs, cuz my rhymes- they be chronic.

Hello colleagues and acquaintances, readers and friends

Welcome to my blog of life’s odds and ends.

I write rhymes galore, some offensive, some proper-

Anyone can relate, from a Prince to a pauper.

Some may think in pros, while others just don’t think

But my brain works in rhymes, the way ice skates work on rinks.

I invite you to join, send a topic or thought,

And I’ll write you a poem- more often than not.

I can guarantee laughs, I can guarantee snark,

Cuz for me these antics are just a walk in the park.

So come on come on, topics both classy and strange.

Here is my blog, from the Poet, O-Range.