Exhausting accumulated qualities fixed on my haunches in partial obscurity.

You really want to know how my Poetry I compose?
Haiku, epic, genre, and verse or prose
To the extent, Oh! No, No that-- never arose.
Just as long as an idea continually flows.

I'm impressed by the orchestrating dulcet of nature's magnificent song, total maturity.

Ascertaining lady bugs as they cause me strife
Reluctantly, my lawn I will probably scythe
To the tall trees, birds are frightened for their life.
At feeding time they will be back without a knife.

Suddenly, the grass begins a pitiful squeal
Prey tell, are you eliminating your chlorophyll?
No, just a royal make over is what you feel
Like to the beautician, humbly I always yield.

The devil is injecting his junk in my lawn
Just extracted the sinful weed and it was gone
Like confusion, strife, and greed in man's heart are sown
Ask repentance, Jesus will forever dethrone.

Get my notes, my journals and collect my poems, John said, today it will rain for surety.

Troyce Leona Phillips Tollison
Anderson, SC