Ima Ryma Poems
|1841.||How Not To Play War||1/28/2015|
|1843.||I Sonnet You||1/23/2014|
|1844.||Navajo Code Talkers||11/14/2010|
|1846.||Cuban Missile Crisis||2/16/2013|
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'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.
When a camera meets my face,
There is a click of destiny,
A me moment of time and place,
That all the world just has to see.
Some selfies clever, most not so.
I am selfie made by design.
Mine's most clever - doncha know!
The dictionary must have mine.
Oxford English Dictionary.
My selfie pic must be therey.
I left my hotel and strolled through
The nearby cemetery gate.
I was surprised to run into
Someone like me out walking late.
His name was Dave, a handsome lad.
While we talked, I became aware
The night chill had him shaking bad.
I let him have my coat to wear.
We kept each other company,