What I like to call, Beginners Poetry

The last thing I saw as I looked out the window
was relentless rain
Steady, pounding rain, waking ghosts who should
be long dead
From the first I saw it, I knew it would haunt me
in dreams as I slept
I know I should not depair, for nothing can harm


a fruit bowl

Thank you.




The taste was good
inside my mouth
How I had thrown it away
in my youth
Mmmm, I like dirt.

And, the cow poem.


This is the new poem, that I write right now
as I look out the window, I pretend I'm a cow
The grass looks good, I wish I could just eat
but I wonder how I will dance with hoofs for feet

The wind blows as I dance in the field
the farmer drives by and my fate is sealed
A cow that dances, he says with a grin
with the money I will make, it should be a sin

The next thing I know, I am in a truck
buckled up front, oh what luck
I think to myself that life is great
Hey, just like in these United States

I forget myself and I turn to the farmer
"This sure is a fun ride, pardner."
Then the farmer hits the breaks, POW
"HOLY CRAP, this is a talking cow."

The next thing I know, the farmers out the door
running down the road, I wonder what for
So with the farmer gone, I take the wheel
I push the gas and head for where ever I feel

There is a turn in the road just ahead
and then I remember what everone said
Cows cant drive, however you linger
that's because they dont have a finger

I try to turn the truck to the right
but I cant, oh what a fright
The truck crashes into a tree
and I am stuck, and can not flee

The engine bursts into a fire
and I really dont want to be a liar
I wet myself right then and there
and cried because life isnt fair

I was back in the field with all my cow buddies
and they gathered around making their own studdies
They laughted at me as I was pulled out
I lay on the ground, just like a dead trout

Then it hits me, as I remember
I am sitting in my house on a cold September
I am not a cow, I am only me
but my pants are wet, I hope its not pee.



And finally, a poem I wrote about my oldest nephew

I have a little nephew
and I sat him on my knee
when in that quiet child voice
he said he had to pee

I rushed him down the hallway
and this I have to say
The journey was too long for him
so he went upon the way.

All poems written by Brandon J. Greer
Copyright 2004, 2006