Rhyme Me A Smile: February 2014

Saturday, February 22, 2014

A Poem Which Ponders, Should We Subsidize Hollywood?

Hollywood Heart

by Rachel Hoyt

image by Salvatore Vuono via freedigitalphotos.net

Comfortable, yet not happy,

is hard to tolerate -

filled with dreams of a plush fate

that would yield greater glee.

Miserable, in poverty,

one rides the waves that come -

filled with dreams that some someone

could see what one could be.

When spring rain falls on the land

and blossoms rare treasures,

Comfortable foresees quicksand

and bumps to dodge ahead,

Miserable just bows his head

and prays for simple pleasures.

Every time it rains, a choice

falls into hands that could

hand out the gifts as they should,

listen to their inner voice,

or believe that none will rejoice

no matter where the fruits fall

and seek to distract one and all

with shows that mold every soul's voice.

This poem responds to news that Hollywood subidies

are growing while the poor receive no remedies.

Technorati Tags: Hollywood, Subsidies, Poem, Rhyme, Poor, Poetry

Friday, February 14, 2014

How Do You Respond to Hateful Comments?

Hate Loves Me

by Rachel Hoyt

image by ntwowe via freedigitalphotos.net

How can hate love me? Let me shout the ways.

It loves me with its digs and blows and spite -

Fire my soul needs to achieve new heights,

for the roots of great with optimal grace.

Hate loves me for accepting everyday's

imbalance, the dark that tries to squash light.

Hate loves me rashly, as men show their might.

Hate loves me brashly, as they transpose praise.

Hate loves me with a passion rarely used,

on my high horse, and with heartfelt faith.

Hate loves me with a love I tried to lose

with my breakups - Hate loves me just the same,

Then, now, and forever! - and, if fate choose,

hate's love shall help propel me into fame.

This poem is dedicated to one hateful edhat user

who helps fuel my purpose by calling me a loser.

I find that I can't avoid negative criticism
and I must handle it with pure optimism.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Crambo at the Pub - Who's Driving?

Who's Driving?

by Rachel Hoyt

image by duron123 via freedigitalphotos.net

Who needs attention in order to drive?

Cars are made to protect what's inside -

With so many lights they could blind the night,

Blinkers for when direction's not implied,

Cushions and heat in the seat to assuage,

As gospel radio spouts, "You are saved!"

Every trip that it has made

is splattered all over its face.

It doesn't need a mechanic or nurse

or the blessing of the church

to avoid a smattering of worse,

but perhaps all the tricks in your purse -

You can sit and watch, but not from the back.

Every shell needs a driver and that's that.

Thank you, dVerse Poets Pub for the Crambo prompt which produced this poem!

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Feeling Powerless Literally Increases the Weight of the World

The Weight of Personality

by Rachel Hoyt

image by njaj via freedigitalphotos.net

Perhaps the womb forgot to sow

Energy, the ability to see, breathe

Rogue strength of the yeti,

Snatched greatness lingering -

Or maybe somehow, right now, woah

Nabbed your whim, thatched a nest,

And sat on your gusto.

Life finds strife under every leaf

If driving with doubt in tow -

Together forever as two

Inside there's abiding power

Ever ready to proudly sail

Should your mind bind dread.

A new study shows that the weight of the world rests

on the same shoulders where powerlessness nests.

Technorati Tags: Power, Strength, Poem, Rhyme, Emotions, Poetry

Saturday, February 1, 2014

We Can Export the Smoke Stacks But Smog's Still on Our Backs

Heirs of Air

by Rachel Hoyt

image by Paul via freedigitalphotos.net

The air is fair.

Nowhere can bear

A snare to care.

What's here goes there.

What's near we share.

What's bare can pair.

All tears will wear.

We're heirs of air.

This poem was inspired by the latest proof that pollution

is a problem that requires a global solution.

Technorati Tags: Animal, Creulty, Poem, Rhyme, Television, Poetry