Teen Poem
The Bruce Poetry ProjectWe’re just plain parents, you know what I mean
We have us a daughter, who’s now a teen
Things are great, at least so far
But the boy that she’s dating, he’s not a star
Unwashed and slimy with oily hair
And his stoned expression…
Rubba Dub Dub
The Bruce Poetry ProjectRubba dub dub
I’m sitting in a pub
Doing some thinking
And some drinking
It’s still early in the day
But after all, what the hey
This day doesn’t matter
If I’m thin or getting fatter
I think I’ll buy another round
But…
Roadside Poem
The Bruce Poetry ProjectIt was the city of Charleston I was heading towards
And on the highway there were many billboards
There were rest stops, hotels, and advertising signs, it was true
But many from Jesus, whose love shone through
At first his messages…
Reflections
The Bruce Poetry ProjectHe was older now but not yet old
A life of great fortune had favored his bold
Time he reflected hadn’t taken its toll
He was hale in his strength, both body and soul
But something was nagging, something was bugging
At the corner of…
Quick Poem
The Bruce Poetry ProjectI saw a little lizard.
The little fellow scurried by
I bet his life is much more peaceful.
Because he doesn’t wonder why
Pride Poem
The Bruce Poetry ProjectAs I think on this let me begin
To say pride in itself is no sin
What is wrongful about pride
Is overstating what you supplied
As pride may falsely convince
That you are really a prince
You’ve put too much stock in your self worth
When…
Pride Poem Number Two
The Bruce Poetry ProjectShould I be proud to be a beauty
Or should I be proud to do my duty
Even when I didn’t want to
Should I be proud that I am smart
Or that I have a good heart
Even when I didn’t need to
Should I be proud I made a lot of money
Or…
Pretty and Plain
The Bruce Poetry ProjectOnly pretty girls get to sit at the bar
I see this as I sit from afar
It’s just not fair to not be anointed
With enough good looks to be so appointed
For men to chase to be their mate.
Oh, how sad a plain girls fate
In her heart,…
Poem For A Real Man
The Bruce Poetry ProjectIt’s pitch black outside, but I hear the surf on the shore
It’s quite a cold January; going out would be poor
In my cozy beach house a fire is roaring
A cliché it is how the weather I’m ignoring
A book in my lap and I’ve the…
No Reply
The Bruce Poetry ProjectDid you ever have that feeling
That sends your senses reeling
And the more you do reflection
Still your life has no direction.
The most fearful word is “why“
As it’s the cause of why you try
But if there’s no answer to that question
It…