I love to write short stories and poetry of many forms, rules and subjects. Anyone else like to? I will post a couple of older short cute ones. Please add some of your favorites as long as they are yours.
Stars twinkle to the universes rhythm
Mesmerized by their silent song
Hand in hand in the bed of his truck
Love shines brighter than the full moon
I want to jump in rain puddles
Chase the rainbow’s end
Feel no fear of tomorrow
Find happiness in a big empty box
11-24-19 DM
I like that, I couldn’t write a poem if I tried…
That’s lovely DM
I prefer rhyming poetry, but I did write one in prose.
Death Of A Tree.
Gone, is the landmark that showed me
From the main road where my house stood.
They came and cut down the huge Scots pine.
That stood at the back of our gardens,
On the other side of the lane.
For 15 years we had watched the antics of the Rooks,
As they built their nests and raised their young.
With chainsaws, ropes and lots of noise,
They cut the tree apart piece by piece,
Leaving til last the top most branches with their nests,
The next day those also were gone.
Why did they do it? I have no idea,
A few branches were dead, it was old,
Scots Pines are not that long living.
Possibly 60 years old if lucky.
Maybe the people living in the new house next to it,
Thought it might fall on them.
Whatever the reason it was gone,
Nothing can bring it back,
I feel sorry for the Rooks,
Where will they nest now,
In time I guess we will get used to,
The empty space in the sky where it stood.
That is wonderful!! Please share more if you like. I like it all and do use rhyme sometimes.
Thank you 
The Kingfisher.
I stood there leaning against the wall.
And watched you fish by the waterfall.
A brilliant, vibrant electric blue
Showed where you were diving to
A slight splash,
then the flash
Of strong wings beating,
Then upon the branch, the fish you were eating.
The Gathering.
At a distance black snow flakes swirling in the air
Then closer still changing like smoke clouds.
Thousands of Starlings wheeling everywhere
Gathering together to roost in their crowds
Then down they go in a waterfall
Cascading into the reeds
Answering the call
Like a broken string of beads.
A very visual and well written piece!! Thank you for sharing.
Very lovely!
Thank you DM, I used to write poetry all the time, was a member of a poetry forum some years ago. Probably still am though I’ve not posted there for a long time.
Those were poems I wrote then.
You’ll find some of mine here - Silver Tabby’s Scribblings.
the most dangerous storms are within
emotions rage within the mind
the mind clouds the soul
fears of the soul shatter the spirit
life fades without hope
hope is an honest and calm voice
a kind voice brings positive words to the mind
the positive mind heals the soul
happy souls lift up the spirit
a joyful spirit chases the storms away
1-21-21
Well done both of you and thank you .
The gathering it’s paints a picture with words .
Anyone remember the “In Memoriam” obits in Private Eye? Always "So. Farewell Then … ".
I’ve written a few, copying the format. Been posted on the net, lost now.
I’m sure a relic hunter will unearth them, in the next dimension. 
Freedom
Come, my friend, let you and I
Make fast from here
For I am sick.
The milk of human kindness cannot blend
With acid from the tongues of those who cannot dream.
Come, my friend, there’s hope for us
Beyond some barrier
Which we must cross.
False wisdom, ways, are not for us
Let them stagnate in their own foolishness.
Those who can give away their self deception
And follow, would find.
For beneath stars, in silence is found peace,
Not in the hurtful sounds of daily mayhem.
When nature gives vent to surplus energy
I find peace.
In the howling wind , the stinging rain,
Do I find freedom.
That is lovely!
Standing in the hot sunshine at 100*
Only escape is a slight breeze
Her skin glistens with sweat
Clinging tank top soaking wet
Breathing harder, muscles tense
The joy when finished quiet immense
She stands and gazes her quest fulfilled
What a lovely garden masterly skilled
Your mind wondered elsewhere I am sure
But nothing is sexy about ankle deep in manure!
4-27-2020, hehehe
