why oh why do they call me sly
i simply want a meal
not something that I make myself
but something that I’ll steal
i call myself more practical
and think they should be glad
they made too many sandwiches
and in an hour they’ll go bad
Tag: poetry
a prickly problem
little prickly porcupine
has a pesky gripe
every time she wants a pear
it’s hard to know what’s ripe
sixes
the number six is maybe the best
six six six six six six six
better than prime it’s evenly perfect
every number wants to be six
superior highly composite six
perfect harmonic divisor six
six six six six six six six
so many sixes i might get six
optimism
optimism is believing
people are inherently good
no matter how bad they seem
everyone has the power
to engender good in others
and in the absence of light
goodness shines bright
proverbial advice
not to beat around the bush
but i think your ears may be burning
and there’s a chip on your shoulder
do you have an axe to grind?
i should probably bite my tongue
so take this with a grain of salt
when your heart’s on your sleeve
you always lose your mind
proverbial complaint
i lost all my marbles
they cost me an arm and a leg
but the icing on the cake
is that it’s driven me up a wall
i can’t put my finger on it
and i’m keeping my eyes peeled
but what most gets under my skin
is that on deaf ears this will fall
two percent
today i put water in my cereal
it tasted rather bland
the crunch and pop were there
but it was missing something grand
that awesome utter goodness
that makes me so content
that super silky richness
my precious two percent
pinky toes
my pinky toes point upward
up upward to the sky
from above they look so silly
and even more so from the side
they look a little iffy
and pretty out of place
they’re rather super funky
pointing up to space
i’ve never really used them
except to draw a crowd
but even though they’re useless
they make me very proud
uniqueness is a blessing
no matter what the form
it’s the perfect way of living
divergent from the norm
parched
oh desert dry desert
would you have just a tiny bit of water?
i’m afraid you make living quite grim
even the oases are seeing things
might you spare just a drop or two of rain?
even a half would be fine
without just a drip, not even a sip,
surely the cacti will die
my skin is like toast
burnt like a roast
gasping for liquid relief
i’m really quite desperate
please show me a creek!
this could be the end for me
natural log
the ln of x is no more complex, than cooking or tying a shoe
just find the power to which e should be raised, to equal the x in your queue
now e may seem quirky, this two point seven one thing
but it’s just another constant, with an infinite decimal string
kevin berardinelli 