"Poetry & Rhymes" by William Hancock

Posts tagged “Writing

“Bla, Bla, Bla,”.. .

"Bla, Bla, Bla,".. .

That’s all I feel anymore,
When thinking of what to write.
Words seem to escape me,
As I sit here in the night;

Beautiful Letters,
On the wings of words,
Soaring around me,
In an endless blur.

A desolate plain,
On this paper I see,
Has yet to form,
It‘s valleys and trees.

An idle pen,
Circles and lines,
Nothing but scribbles,
From in my mind.

When put to paper,
I sit in awe,
For what I see,
Is, “Bla, Bla, Bla,”.. .

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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Poem on Image: placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2014′


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“Once There Was A Site”

"Once There Was A Site"

Once there was a light,
Such a beautiful ‘Site‘,
Where people would write,
Late into the night;

Writing about fights,
And men of might,
Of insect bites,
And fishing for pike;

Of stars so bright,
And birds in flight,
Of boots too tight,
While taking a hike;

And flying kites,
Reaching great heights,
Riding bikes,
And colors not white;

Of things in sight,
Plants with blight,
Of all that’s right,
And even a grip.

Yeah,.. .
Once there was a ‘Site’,
It’s light burned bright,
Where people would write,
Late into the night;

‘Twas a beautiful ‘Site’ indeed.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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Poem on Image: placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2014′


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“Land of Nod”

Land of Nod

In the Land of Nod,
Where everyone would nod,
Always trying to stay awake.

They would bubble a bubble,
Staying out of trouble,
Not caring how long it would take.

They would write about this,
And give it a twist,
Always worried they would make a mistake.

Their heads sometimes throbbing,
With all of that bobbing,
And thinking how much they could make.

At the end of the day,
With a nod they would say,
For goodness and heavens sake.

Was it worth all of that,
And the hours they sat,
‘Of course’ with their heads they would shake.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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[ Image used:  www.morguefile.com/archive/display/687592 ]

Poem on Image:  placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2013