At the Dentist

Six months later – time again:
Have to check those teeth.
Pure bravado – make the call;
Fear is underneath.

X-rays easy, what a breeze!
‘Til the tools appear.
Mr. Thirsty hooks my mouth –
I hope I persevere.

Hygienist pokes and digs;
I close my eyes and suffer.
She thinks that some numbing gel
Will be sufficient buffer.

But it’s not – and so I try
To concentrate instead
On anything but where I am,
Enduring what I dread.

All right – I guess I could floss more,
But hey – it’s my decision!
So every six months I must face
Ms. Hygiene’s stark derision.

But finally, I rinse and spit;
She’s gotten all her kicks.
I’m told to come back in three months,
But I say – make it six!

Show Off

In the morning, sipping coffee,
Thoughts assail my brain.
Is my blog a bit show-offy,
Making me look vain?

Will some readers scoff and think,
“She thinks that she’s all that!”
And might they find my words in ink
Have fallen oh, so flat?

But if we feel that we possess
A talent, knack, or calling,
Must we fear that to express
That skill is rather galling?

I don’t think so – we must choose
To proudly strut our stuff,
And worry not ‘bout bad reviews;
Acknowledgement’s enough.

I can’t do math or swim or ski;
No mountains will I climb.
My flaws add up, but yes-siree,
I know that I can rhyme!

Life is Like a Quilt

Life is like a quilt to me,
Colorful and many-hued;
Stitched together carefully,
With varied shades of attitude.

Some are sassy, some refined;
Others burst with passion.
Some are artfully designed –
They’re like the latest fashion.

But even though some seem to reach
Perfection in each stitch,
If you look closely you may see
A subtle, tiny glitch.

Though life can oft be filled with joy
And you can catch some breaks,
Don’t fool yourself – it can destroy
When we make our mistakes.

For life’s uneven, and can seem
Quite heartless, cruel, and hard;
And you can’t always rip a seam
To keep your quilt unmarred.

Still, we dabble and proceed
To breathe, to work, to sew;
And sometimes we get what we need
And have a quilt to show.

Yom Kippur

Yum Kipper's how we used to say it
When I was a kid.
Who'd correct or not okay it?
No one ever did.

Now they call it Yom(e) Kipp(ore)
And bas mitzvahs are bat
No one really knows for sure
If one is right or not.

It doesn't really matter, though;
The meaning's still quite clear.
So L'shanah tova, ergo:
A happy, sweet new year!

prime time rhyme

Welcome, fellow fans of rhyme!
Enter my universe.
Read me if you have the time -
Dig in, dive down, immerse!

My goal's to share each rhyming thought
With others far and wide.
My audience cannot be bought,
But can be multiplied.

So join me on my modern quest
To share these rhyming words;
And if, indeed, I've passed the test,
I'll know that I've been heard.