my heart does purr
for visions of grandeur that’s for sure
i have a need, for speed,
and the action, is my main attraction
sit still, not me it makes me ill.
i have to move all the time
and my words have to rhyme
my thoughts never stop,
and my eyes always shop.
i very seldom buy,
and a lot of things i am too afraid to try.
in my soul is fire,
and i hope to keep it right down to the end of the wire
i like to drive fast,
and i don’t like coming in last.
fast like to skate,
i try not to hate
i try to forgive
as i live
but most of all i do,
look for what is true
i like my music loud
i enjoy a crowd
unless it is a traffic jam,
then i say damn
i like my coffee strong
sometimes i like to taste it all day long
most of all i like it black
and it gets my mind zooming on its racetrack
i like passion
it is my fashion
i like to feel the escalated heartbeat
to me that is a treat
i don’t like to bunt
i would rather go for it on fourth down then punt
to me that is fun
i won’t take a walk, but i’ll take a base hit
i’ll go for the steal to second, on first i won’t sit
my heart does sing
to swing
in the end i’ll just say i did it
and out of my soul i spit it.
copyright 1999
Doug stromback
This is my new book of poems some old mostly new, if you’re bored it may be something to do, so read on, if you wanna feed on, my thought, the words are so milky smooth or maybe naught.
copyright, Douglas Alan Stromback 2010
Mo mo does know, oh oh what does he know, well lets just say, he likes to cut grass during the day, at night he likes to play, his personality shines so bright in darkness he is a sun ray, and with his poetic passion and the words he does unfurl, he always gets the girl, and in this world, he is a shining pearl, even though he is a lawnmower, but what does mo mo know, the self proclaimed all knower.
copyright
Douglas Alan Stromback 2010
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
my heart does purr
for visions of grandeur that’s for sure
i have a need, for speed,
and the action, is my main attraction
sit still, not me it makes me ill.
i have to move all the time
and my words have to rhyme
my thoughts never stop,
and my eyes always shop.
i very seldom buy,
and a lot of things i am too afraid to try.
in my soul is fire,
and i hope to keep it right down to the end of the wire
i like to drive fast,
and i don’t like coming in last.
fast like to skate,
i try not to hate
i try to forgive
as i live
but most of all i do,
look for what is true
i like my music loud
i enjoy a crowd
unless it is a traffic jam,
then i say damn
i like my coffee strong
sometimes i like to taste it all day long
most of all i like it black
and it gets my mind zooming on its racetrack
i like passion
it is my fashion
i like to feel the escalated heartbeat
to me that is a treat
i don’t like to bunt
i would rather go for it on fourth down then punt
to me that is fun
i won’t take a walk, but i’ll take a base hit
i’ll go for the steal to second, on first i won’t sit
my heart does sing
to swing
in the end i’ll just say i did it
and out of my soul i spit it.
copyright 1999
Doug stromback
