Reydian

Time will tell, my love, If this dance will be our last. When this starry night is passed Will you still remember me? Time will tell, my love, When tonight, we both depart If you'll turn and break my heart Or if you'll remember me. Time will tell, my love, If tomorrow you'll be sincere. Will you laugh or shed a tear When you remember me? Time will tell, my love, If this dance you will recall. Think of this, but most of all, I hope you remember me.

Odd little creatures, Those small human beings; Some wish for anchors and Some wish for wings. What shall we do With these inconstant things? Hope that their future Will turn out all right? Pray for them constantly, Morning and night? Don't let them go, Just don't hold on too tight. Give them too much and They'll break their own necks, But hold back the rod, they'll think You'll write their checks. Last thing we want Is another T. Rex. Pernicious, mad, And thoughtless to boot! To think this all came From some dumb piece of fruit… Sure, they're all saved, But the point's almost moot. You sent your own kid And

Should I write a sonnet or a quatrain? In blank verse, there’s no rhyming or refrain. But if one would jest, A limerick’s best, Though you’d likely drive your teacher insane.

I can’t compare thee anymore unto a summer’s day; It’s already been done so much it’s become a cliché. Perhaps a branch of cherry blossoms glistening in the sun! But, then again, their time is short- they bloom and then they’re done. A beautiful haiku or two would be deftly concise, But to cover all the bases, an epic would be precise. Beowulf can’t fit in a card, though. I doubt that it’d do; The battles and testosterone don’t remind me at all of you. What can I do? What can I write that will inform you truly Of how I feel? These poem forms do torture me quite cruelly! I guess you’l

A First-Person Account of a Breakfast Survivor As many of you know, today was nationally-advertised Free Grand Slam Breakfast Day at your local neighborhood Denny's. Immediately, I was totally pumped, and who wouldn't be? Free breakfast is free breakfast. Plus, anyone who was in Dr. Glockhamer's class for senior English can automatically recall the movie "Smoke Signals" and the infamous "Your dad took me to Denny's" story. Man, who doesn't love Thomas-Builds-the-Fire? So, with all this on my mind at 11:00 Sunday night, I knew that I had to embark on a quest of epic nature and uncertain consequences- I would go to Denny's. My sister and I alr

We fallen do bemoan this greatest loss; Our lands, our daughters, sons all blown across Creation’s darkest realms and deepest seas, Completing all the gods’ grim symmetries. Our greatest power became decadence- A sin for which we would pay recompense. Our might became our wealth and bloody god, But in mere clay our kings and lords were shod. We fed our pride; we rose to heights unknown, Yet here we die, bereft of sword and throne. What foul compulsion led us to this place, Where our fled glory and new pain now run apace? Our towers were so high, our jewels so bright, But mem’ry lacks the strength to sway this darke