Ten Words
I have ten words, and each of them are quiet,
all of them sit still when I tell them to,
But, when I say make noise... they... are a riot!
The words yell CRASH and then follow that with BOOM!
I have ten bonnets, ten cradles and ten little beds
all of them await precious cargo of what I said
But, the rhyming ones I seperate... just.. to be fair
Though, they often try sneaking playtime when I am unaware...
I have no patience and parents and poets know it,
all of my time is divided, recited, memorized and requited
But, even then I have been known to blow it
So, I keep ten diaries of poems to write it
I have ten different words, none of them share meter
all of them race at varied paces, never once together
But, it seems most of the time, they pick a leader
I all but know for sure it makes them better
I have ten words in each line and each rhyme
all of them are obedient and follow very strict rules
But, my strict diction falls to dereliction from time to time
So now and then repitition allows a friend or two
I have plans for each word and college trust funds
all of them will possess the keys to their phuture
But, I will still kiss spelling errors and broken rhymes
no matter how my poems fail, my love will suture
I have given up on giving in to lyrical demands
all of them are silly and even my words agree
But, multiple patterns are scattered as a matter of plans
together forever my words and i endeavour to be free
I have accepted that words will indeed eventually escape me
all of them are too many for one simple man
But, I have stopped chasing them... or at least... lately
So these days I settle for doing what I can
I have nothing in the world more precious than words
all of them, not just the ten I tend to
But, they can also cause so much pain and hurt
I wonder why words find it hard to defend you?
I have ten words, ten verses, ten stanzas, ten quatrains
all of them... well.. do not amount to a lot
But, my work is on display as plain as day
and in the end these ten words are all I got