calm storm street

calm storm street

on calm storm street with number one
there lived a man just on his own
he gambled, rambled, rumbled strong
left back his wife, disowned his son

on calm storm street, number two
there lived a woman, she rambled, too
and named her cat like sister sue
she didn´t know what else to do

on calm storm street, number three
there stood a bench under the tree
on which the neighbor’s dog, he loved to wee
as free and twee a neighbor’s dog might be

on calm storm street, house number four
here lived the dog we´ve heard before
his master didn´t like to close his door
so doggy slipped out away once more

on calm storm street, number five
an apiarist build a homelike hive
and the bees, they loved their life
but this intensified the neighbor’s strife

because…

on calm storm street, number six
a farmer had a box with little chicks
they snapped at bees with lots of tricks
but didn´t know about their pricks

there is no place, no house at number seven
just another lonely piece of heaven…

on calm storm street with number eight
there was the home of old bearded mate
who missed his ship, was just too late
know waiting to meet one´s fate

the man on calm storm street, number nine
the holy people stole his shine
cause he was rich, went out for wine
and found his place without a sign

today on calm storm street, number ten
there lives another lonely man
who is dreaming most the time he can
about that calm storm street has never been…

 

Reviews

[Mioki]

I liked the rhythm of this poem very much. It flowed nicely, and when read aloud the rhymes sound smooth and well placed. Some of the rhymes do seem slightly forced, but they weren't really that noticeable. You're writing is very good, and shows skill. This piece is creative and rare; I doubt someone could find something like this twice. I'm glad to have read this, although I wasn't able to grasp the full meaning, I enjoyed what I was able to interpret. Great poem, can't wait to read more of your work.