Monday, March 23, 2015

One Vote

I wrote a poem I thought was good,
I poured my heart into it.
I made it rhyme, of course it should,
but somehow really blew it.

I entered it in a poetry contest,
an on-line sort of thing.
Seventeen others joined the quest,
contesting for the bling.

One stinking vote is all I got,
I guess I just don’t have it.
On my record quite a blot,
my genius just not worth shit.

In fairness to the poetry contest,
the winner was quite fine.
I’m still pissed off I failed the test,
and feel a need to whine.  
Ken Ferguson

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Today's writing prompt was to select a title of a Beatles song from a list they provided. I selected "Yesterday" and came up with this. I know there are some who don't much care for this type of poetry. Sorry.


Y  esterday came and went in a flash,
E  asily forgotten - not meant to last.
S  o let’s move on, there’s work to be done,
T  ime waits for no man, you’re under the gun. 
E  very new day brings opportunities galore,
R  ipe for the pickin’ - behind every door.
D  ive right on in, go for it, seize the day!
A  spire for greatness and forget
Y  esterday. 

Ken Ferguson

We had a great time in Phoenix over the weekend.  We had a nice room at the Aloft Hotel near the airport.  The Dodgers came back to tie the game at 3-3 in the ninth.  Puig and Rollins didn't play.  Saturday evening we saw the Coyotes get their butts kicked by the New Jersey Devils and Sunday the Angels lost to the Chicago White Sox.  We had our share of hot dogs and nachos over the weekend, but did manage to find a newly opened Pieology for dinner on Sunday. 

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Sing along !!

Something in the way she woos me.
I don't want to leave her now,
You know I believe and how.

"Something"  The Beatles

One of the contests of this morning was to use the phrase "I woke up dead"  in a poem.  This is what I came up with.  Unfortunately I finished it too late to enter the contest.  Oh well.  Enjoy.

Dead Tired

I went to bed quite late last night,
That’s not my general rule.
The movie on, caused quite a fright,
I felt like such a fool.

I tossed and turned and tossed some more,
I’m sure I was being punished.
I checked the clock, “It’s after four”,
I muttered quite astonished.

The sun came up, I woke up dead,
Tired from lack of sleeping.
I went to work, with feet of lead,
I feared I’d be caught napping.

I quit at five, I looked a sight,
The day dragged on and on.
No scary movies for me tonight,
Perhaps a “M*A*S*H” rerun.  
Ken Ferguson

I believe that's a 1957 Chevy Bel Air 2-dr coupe!!

Monday, March 9, 2015

We the People

W  “We the People”, three simple words, formed to
E  establish a nation built on the diversity of it’s people

T  hese three words, forged in hometown
H  earths, and refined in the fires of war,
E  exclaim our Nation’s strength and sustainability.

P  eople of every race, creed, and color, join in as one,
E  equally responsible for, and with equal access to, the
O  pportunities available in this great land.  We must
P  etition one another, to always remember, that this great
L  and was made free under the proclamation that all men are created
E  qual.

Ken Ferguson