Rhyming Poem

A poem that simply does not rhyme: In my opinion, has no chime. The bells and whistles of a rhyming sequence, Is the kind of music, my ears need frequent! How I admire the writer, who rhymes a story, with creative words and is explanatory. I am completely raptured by the rhythm of a speaker, as he unravels his epic, to the hungry seeker. I love those moments of anticipation, as words flow with perfect collaboration. The tales may be true, fictitious, or blue: about a horse, a dog or even a shrew. A child, a man, a box in the attic, pure love, or hate, and also pragmatic! A saga, a myth, a cow jumping over the moon, The spring, the winter, or a hot day in mid-June! The element of immeasurable surprise, may bring happiness, weariness, or crying eyes. You can’t put a number on rhyming possibilities, There may even be some that bring severe hostilities! I know there are those that think I am just silly, some may even call me a country hillbilly! One can even assert, that I may be a bit slow, since at age forty-nine, Dr. Seuss still sets me aglow. For, when it comes to rhyming, I get frivolously delirious. I suppose I could add that I am really not that serious! Now, whatever your style of poem might be, don’t for a moment, stop to think about me. Just be creative with everything that you write, and know our God in heaven wants you to take flight! Rhyme, Battle 10-3-13