Monday, 19 January 2015

Poetic Devices


The question that is asked the most; we hear it everyday,
"What time Is it?" they want to know, and then they go away.
It's time for bed, it's time for work, or time to feed the fishes, 

It's time to take your medicine, or wash and dry the dishes.
Time in seconds, time in hours, so many freckles past a hair,
depending on the zone, or whether daylights savings there.
Time is measured many ways from minutes to months,
Time is what keeps everything from happening at once!

A time to live, a time to die, a time for having fun, 
Clocks and calenders alike, all scheduled by the sun.
Intervals that cant be hurried, will not be denied,
a season that we know that's coming, as surely as the tide.

If there ever comes a time when time will be no more,
I wonder how we'll know to quit, or when it was before.
Do we hurry? Do we loaf? It depends upon the time...
Had we started earlier, we'd be finished with this rhyme.



Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked. If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers How many pickled peppers did Peter Piper pick?



My boys are my brothers
Without the aid of my father and my mother.
They don’t bounce when the bullets fly.
They stand up straight when my enemies drive by.
Many are called friends;
Fewer are called brothers -
A homey who gives his life for another.


Treasure Our bond shall always be a treasure, As its worth has always been beyond measure. Like how words are hard to find, Times we’ve shared are buried in your mind. I swear though, I will always remember, All the things we’ve done together. Though we said farewell as we buried those rarities, Only time will tell when it will be When we reunite like explorers by the sea. Then, and only then, will we see with clarity, What the true treasure between us Truly means to me.

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My family is the ocean around us.

My father is the hurricane, 
knocking anything and everybody out of his path.

My mother is the sunshine after the storm (my father), 
clearing and calming everything else.

My oldest brother is the sand, 
kicked and blown away by my dad, 
but warmed with care by my mom.

My oldest sister is the breeze in the wind, 
cool, quiet, and there when you need her.

My other two brothers are the stingrays, 
but also willing to fight anyone who comes along.

And I, 
I am an old ship at the bottom of the sea, 
lost, abandoned, but full of memories.

Family Friend Poems 



In a house the size of a postage stamp
lived a man as big as a barge.
His mouth could drink the entire river
You could say it was rather large
For dinner he would eat a trillion beans
And a silo full of grain,
Washed it down with a tanker of milk
As if he were a drain.


A fragile winter butterfly Flutters from the sky So soft and yet her heart Is cold and made of ice But if I warm it She will melt and die

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The ground pokes through
The snow, defiantly
Dark spots of brown
And some frozen green
Just small reminders
That winter won’t last
Spring’s barely distant
But for this crusty cover
A white mantle so still
It’s only here briefly
Arriving just in time
To stay a bit and leave
- Mary O. Fumento, 2010 

Free Verse

A young girl born and put in this place
With a warm and distinctive look on her face
As she got older she was not like the rest
She was kind of different and her mother knew best
Though her eyes may despise you for who she is
Her heart shines like the sun
And she knows that on this earth there is more that could be done
Her achievements and ambition make the stars dance
But if some people would listen and give her a chance
To what she has to say, as she's being critiqued
You just might find out that she's simply unique
Did you know she's the person you pass on the street
Get to know her
She just may be the greatest person you ever did meet

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