Poetry. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. By Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Condensed by Paul Klusman

A Mariner wrote an endless rime

About ships and a terrible time

It went on forever

The reader could never

Make it to the last line

Poetry. I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud. By William Wordsworth. Condensed by Paul Klusman.

A dude thinking he was a cloud

Saw flowers dancing in a crowd

On his couch did he lie

With an inward eye

His mind with shrooms endowed

Poetry. Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening. By Robert Frost. Condensed by Paul Klusman.

A man many miles from bed

Near trees in a horse-drawn sled

Paused on his course

Of the man thought the horse

The cold must have gone to his head

Poetry. Man from Nantucket. Revised by Paul Klusman.

In Nantucket a man there was

Anatomically blessed because

He performed a feat

I can't repeat

For the sake of profanity laws

Poetry. About my poetry.

Patterns
By Paul Klusman

The thing about poems
That I often write
Some follow a formula
Some don’t

Poetry. About gratitude.

Cat Food

By Paul Klusman

The thing about cat food

It's what I feed my cat

Although he never tells me

I think he's grateful for that

Poetry. About sanity.

Oatmeal

By Paul Klusman

The thing about oatmeal

It's always boring and plain

It would drive some crazy

It helps keep me sane