JMG Poetry

Fun Poems by Trevor and Jeff Green

My son and I played a game tonight alternating verses while creating silly poems. Here are a few:

A clam I am
My name is Sam
I am not a ham
I eat gallons of spam
With strawberry jam
The cannon goes bam
I kiss a lamb
Beavers live in a dam
And say “Thank you, Ma’am”
To their friend Pam
Who tried to cram
But yelled "Shazam
I am in Viet Nam".

Poem by Jeff and Trevor Green
February 25, 2006

I am a dog
That eats like a hog
Until I swallowed a frog
Still on a log
While typing my blog
Before my jog
During the fog
And fell into the bog
While drinking eggnog
Thinking about smog
Caused by my cog
With a bad clog

Poem by Trevor and Jeff Green
February 25, 2006

Shalom

Shalom.
Thank you for opening doors
Into a soul not known.
Shalom.
Thank you for shining bright
A light of understanding.
Shalom.
Thank you for showing true
While in immense pain.
Shalom.
Thank you for bringing night
To my longing view.
Shalom.
- Jefferson Green 2/7/06

Guiding Light

Life is strange

Walking the way
How clear things seemed
How pure the thoughts
How sweet the path.

Following the light
My heart was true
My soul filled through
My eyes saw clearly.

What happened?
To change the view
To lose the way
To burn and crash.

A false star.

- Jefferson Green, 11/1/05

Idle Thoughts

Watching.
Waiting.
What for?
The sun isn't brighter
Nor the midnight darker.
Patience.
Praying.
What for?
The grass isn't greener
Nor the sky bluer.
Wasted energy.
Wasted time.
Why?
It's easier
to wish
and watch
and want
and waste
than
to create.
- Jefferson Green, 8/12/2005

Pressing On

Time.
Precious.
Fast. Furious.
Blurring.
Once slow
and
patient.
Now
roaring,
bucking
without
a
care.
Just
pressing
on.
No
reflection.
Just
pressing
on.

- Jefferson Green 10/19/04

Labor of Love

Garden.
Sweat. Pulling weeds.
Laboring to give the love it needs.
Planting miniscule seeds.
Barren.
So slow. Nothing to show.
But in the end the plants do grow.
Blooms. Satisfying joy flows.
  - Jefferson Green, 8/2/2004

Lost Compass

The stars shine bright
Night after night.
Whether I want them to
Or not.
I rarely notice
the twinkling light.
Or look up to see
If they are still ablaze.
I am too busy.
Ready to sleep
Or walk
Or work
Or eat
But they burn on.
The more distractions
That are around.
The harder it is to see
The wonder
And beauty
And power
Of the burning
Stars.
- Jefferson Green 6/27/05

Awakening

Dreams crushed,
broken and chewed.
The Siren's call
false and cruel.
Holding out hope
falsely seen.
A fool keeps
longing deep.
Never to know
joy again.
  - Jefferson Green, 6/23/05

Changing Winds (Haiku)

The wind blows freely
Taking a leaf where it wants
For better or worse.
  - Jefferson Green, 6/17/2005

Simple Pleasures

Simple pleasures
are
golden moments
enjoyed
but
not realized.
So easily
completed
that
the effort
is
not noticed
but
the joy
is
unmistakeable.
  - Jefferson Green, 6/15/05