A World of Questions

What to say:
It’s Poetry Day:
So here you go:
On with the show:


World Of Questions


Standing on a world of questions

Looking toward a sky of answers

We reach up for knowledge

Trying to grasp the contentment there

Not realizing that the sky is made of air

And has been in our hands the whole time.



Michael Steven Platt 1971, Posted 5-07-09

A Poetry Day Late and A Poem, Short

Okay, okay... I know what you’ll say:
I didn’t come through on Poetry Day.
Apologies, regrets, atonement, amends
My self recriminatory angst forefends…
I guess I’ll ameliorate this loss somehow
And offer a poem… so, how ‘bout right now?

Wrought Write Read

How much Writ
Can a Right Write Write
If a Wrought Write
Wrote Right Writ?


Wrap that around confusion’s find
Then plant it in your fertile mind,
And wonder if you were mislead
And wrote right write was left instead.
So with that read of wrought write fun
This Poetry Day is write right done!

Wrote right write wrought by Michael Steven Platt 5-1-09

A Sentimental Poem

Oh dear, oh no, look out below,

It’s once more time to post in rhyme,

So here’s the view I offer you,

A little treat that’s short and sweet,

Another blog about a frog,

So now I say, take it away!

My Froggy

I once had a froggy,

He was a nice froggy,

He hopped and he hopped and he hopped,

But then he hopped away,

But that’s okay,

‘Cause now I got a duck.

The End

A masterpiece to say the least,

A little sad, but not too bad,

A bit of fun, and now it’s done,

We’ll try a quack when I come back,

So there you go, that’s all the show...

See you later mashed potater!

Written by Michael Steven Platt 4-23-09

The Tube and My Thought, both in Poetry Caught

Oh no, not again! I’d thought to bypass this trial
And write a quick post in some prosaic type style,
But wouldn't you know my that conscience would say
That I'd better come through for this Poetry Day!
So that is the music, but what is the dance?
Thoughtful, adventure, humor, romance?
I guess I'll start writing and play it by ear
And see how it sounds when the subject is clear.
So polish your eyes and get set to go,

With our mindset to rhyme, it's on with the show!

The Tube

I don’t know why I watch it,
So foolish pours its craze.
That goulish view of hypno-hue
From jabbered cyclop gaze;
A teasing taste of baited plot
It offers to my eye
And has me hooked on spoken lines
Before I wonder why.
And so I’m caught within its spell
Held fast by programmed lure,
Each minute brings new spewing forth
…can sanity endure?
It caters to its own designs,
All labeled ‘Public Taste’,
But the only flavor I can sense
Is the brew of time at waste.
Then, sprinkled in the featured shows,
Like thorns among the weeds,
Commercial wiles sincerely pledge
To fill my wants and needs;
Those syrup voiced announcers,
With their subtle badgering,
Glib forth their Product Names until
My ears begin to ring.
I’m being fed with poisoned sweets
That disintegrate free will,
And tuned to me it flays my mind
Enough! I’ve had my fill!
But no escape is easy found
From fiendish Tube’s strong hold,
To wrest my eyes from its deep warmth
I’ll keep the damn thing cold!


In the greater part of my belief, society needs some television relief,
Too much time is spent in thrall to the tube’s enticing siren call.
But each to their own, I will agree, and my view’s just what’s best for me.
And so this poem is offered fun, and with that my rhymes are once more done.

Written by Michael Steven Platt 4-16-09

A Story Told in a Special Way According to the Dictates of the Day

Hold on to your hat and keep watch on the sky, be ready to dance, run, sing, dream or fly,
Anything goes, but that’s nothing new, it’s my presentation that’s altered in view,
This is the game my words will play here, (and I’m sure that by now the intention is clear)
It’s not only what but how I will say, so get ready to roll: it’s Rhyming Day!

The story of mine that I’ve chosen to share has an unlikely cast and a romantic flair,
So without further note I set it to sail, straight from the swamp, here’s

A Froggy Tale
Once upon a lily pad
there was a frog who looked quite sad,
A passing horsefly stopped to say,
"Just what has made you feel this way?"
The frog looked up and shed a tear,
then said, "The reason that I'm sad is clear,
Come close and I shall share my woe
and then you'll learn why I act so."
The fly buzzed close and said, "Tell me."
The frog said, "It's like this, you see,
I had a friend, a lady frog
the cutest frog in all the bog,
With skin all green and slick and spotted,
her beauty had me quite besotted!
And when she put her legs to jumpin'
she set my froggy heart a pumpin'!
And so unto this winsome miss
I gave a great big froggy kiss!"
Then he sighed, was quiet again,
the fly buzzed closer, asked, "What then?!
The frog breathed low and looked at him,
then went on in voice quite grim,
"I thought she knew I only joked,
but then, by golly, she up and CROAKED!"
...the frog just sat with bug-eyed grin,
and flexed his throat and froggy chin.
The fly sat still, then moaned with grief,
"That was dumb beyond belief!"
The frog still smiled, then with a leer,
said, "Not as dumb as you it's clear!"
With that his tongue snapped with a crack
and made that fly a froggy snack!
The frog intoned, "Works every time!"
and that's the end of our froggy rhyme!


I hope you enjoyed this poetry time and had fun with my silly tongue in cheek rhyme,
Romance, adventure, humor, surprise, all brought together in a treat for your eyes!
I found great pleasure in sharing with you, but now I must close and bid fair adieu.
We’ll try this again on some future post and I’ll act the part of your narrator host,
And so I’ll ride off toward the fast setting sun, with this time of rhyme I’m finally done.


Written By Michael Steven Platt 4-09-09