Into the woods

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Along the edge of our small town
Run the woods with trees dark brown
Into the woods walking we went
And thus our last Sunday was spent

37 thoughts on “Into the woods

  1. The trees look green to me
    I hope that what you all see
    If you had to rhyme with town
    you could have used greenish brown
    But great photo as always
    Lovely woods and sneaky rays

  2. Alpha:
    You dwell amidst a jungle of concrete
    And speak of woods, green and brown
    There aint one tree in your street
    Surely the photo will make you frown

    The green you see is through mind’s eye
    It clearly conveys your state of mind
    When Envy rides within, and rather high
    What exists is not what you find

    Rash:
    A bigger blog does take some time
    Much easier to make two lines rhyme!

  3. Man, your defenses are quite strong
    To attack me in a poem that long
    I live in concrete jungle, no doubt
    Grey not red will bring my buildings out.

    I’m glad you see trees out there by a trail
    Must be awesome, do send me a leaf by mail.
    I’ll preserve it and try to understand
    Who maketh fun of me living in Hitler’s land.

  4. My strongest defense is my trust
    in you being the sport you are.
    A crispy leaf from Earth’s crust
    you’ll receive at a time not far.

  5. First an insult,then a praise
    I’m so touched,my eyes are aglaze (poetic license)
    This has been a good excersie for me
    Playing with the pro- Poetry-Poetry.

  6. Man, I am in company in some serious poetic brains…jugal-bandi with poetry is something my teeny brain cannot comprehend but I can merely stand and applause.

    Lovely pic, Parmanu…the light amongst the greens is something I have been trying to capture for quite some time.

  7. Jugalbandi first, Qawwali next
    A dull post turned into a musical chest
    One person’s verse is merely amusing
    Synergy is what makes blogs worth browsing.

  8. Trust Patrix to spoil the fun
    its not difficult to rhyme, hon
    Circumstances made me call you that
    Normally I would just say, Pat.

  9. Man, I am in company in some serious poetic brains
    jugal-bandi with poetry is something my teeny brain
    cannot comprehend
    but I can merely stand
    and applause.

    Lovely pic, Parmanu…the light
    amongst the greens is something I have been trying to capture for quite
    some time.

  10. Rhyming words is an amatuer’s game
    Its so kiddish, outdated and lame
    Good poetry is one which has no flow
    So I hereby introduce- Patrix the pro.

  11. I don’t spoil the fun,
    rather walk the woods to enjoy the sun,
    I nest now in the blue,
    Trust the orange to see me thru,
    I do best when I stand and praise,
    for all this poetry continues to amaze,
    Hey, I realize I can rhyme,
    and it didn’t cost me a dime.

  12. Patrix:
    It was me, to your rescue
    Couldn’t really let alpha frisk you
    Nice to see you join the game
    No matter how kiddish, outdated or lame.

  13. This banter with rhyme seems far from over
    It’s turning me into a dangerous verse lover
    I wish more people would join the game
    Posting a comment would never be the same!

  14. Woah! I really don’t know
    How my contrib will go
    Love the comments and the post
    But most of all, love the host!
    (I’m so sorry, Parmanu,
    Mine is a prosaic soul,
    When I try to get poetic,
    All I find is a black hole.)

  15. We love the pic and all the rhymes
    We’ll think of them in future times
    And we’ll add comments to up the score
    But that don’t mean you update no more!!!!!

  16. A post that got sent
    on A day that was spent
    with foot steps intent
    upon exploring the wooden scent

    the ghosts of the which meant
    that restless brains which rent
    key strokes that lent
    such rhyming content

    that this one in wonderment
    believes is surely godsent
    to brighten up the present
    that otherwise would be full of lament

    yet there remains some puzzlement
    over fagile silences reverberant
    were these rhymes to be played, fully potent
    what’d be the the poor woods’ predicament ?

  17. Mug or pint, it hardly matters,
    When your sobriety’s in tatters.
    Why, you could even use a teacup
    Just remember to say, ‘Bottoms Up’!

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