Biography of Ima Ryma
- Mockingbird Dick -new-
- Hell If I Know -new-
- Awesome Eyeball - Lincoln Park Zoo -new-
- Corpse Recycle -new-
- Kazho - Lincoln Park Zoo -new-
- Only She -new-
- Blue Faced Honey Eater - Lincoln Park Zo... -new-
- Hot Time In The Ol' Town... -new-
- Tell Tale Tail -new-
- Beaded Lizard - Lincoln Park Zoo
- Come Clean - Lincoln Park Zoo
- Re Morse Incentive
- I Name - Lincoln Park Zoo
- Red Winged Blackbird - Lincoln Park Zoo
Ima Ryma Poems
A Dog Of Few Words
A clerk said, 'Next in line - this way.' A dog spoke up, 'I guess I am.' 'What can we do for you today? ' 'I want to send a telegram.'
Growing up, all I had was Dad. He was my best friend, come what may. At times, I cried when I was sad. Dad gently wiped my tears away.
'Selfie' is the word of the year, The year two thousand and thirteen. Self taken pic - oops missed an ear, For the social media scene.
Cold Turkey Or Else
I'd died and gone to heaven high. The shock had not worn off me yet. What choice was there but to comply? I sure could use a cigarette.
I'd been invited to a ball. My gown was nice, but needed more. And so I gave a friend a call, Who lent a necklace which I wore.
Flying Carpet Of Solomon
King Solomon was said to fly On a carpet around the world. Sixty miles long and wide, sent high Upon the winds, It's silks unfurled.
She was 87 years old, A widow for a long, long time. 'Mom, you have your life on hold.' The widow snapped, 'What's that - a crime? '
I teach a college course on ghosts. A graduate student, I am, Not given to a lot of boasts, But students flock to my program.
Cuban Missile Crisis
Nuclear chicken was the game. U.S. missiles were in Turkey, So Krushchev chose to do the same With missiles in Cuba to be.
Earth is billions of years old. Humans are relatively new Occupants, if truth be told, And bad occupants - yes tiz true!
Penguins And Planes
Antarctic pilots tell of times When things are slow, and so they'll find A penguin colony in climes, Thousands of them in groupings lined.
One Last Gift
Hubby was so hard to buy for. He never liked the gifts I gave. For days after, I would be sore From his beatings in rant and rave.
I'm an owl minding my own biz, Flying o'er a meadow, and see This human guy below. He is A bunch of flowers cutting be,
Iraq In History
'Infidels' did carve up the land, Including what became Iraq. And mostly blood has drenched the sand, As cultures fight to take time back.
The old dead tree stood on a hill,
An ugliness of jagged rot,
In looming form so dark and still
Against the sun - a lonely blot.
My folks had told me not to play
Around that tree; and so of course
I headed for it right away,
Drawn by its mysterious force.
There was an urge I would not stop.