Ima Ryma Poems

It is a nice, bright, sunny day.
I am enjoying a long stroll.
A gust of wind appears to play
With loose things that can swirl and roll.
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It was a nasty, stormy night.
A very pregnant woman hailed
A cab. The driver saw her plight.
He drove her through the storm that raled.
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Within the cold and numbing womb
Is formed this one as hard as stone.
The freezing forces bring to bloom -
To birth, this one of nature's own.
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High in the far bleachers they sat.
Five year old Faith was with her Dad,
And so excited to be at
The first catch chance she'd ever had.
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It rang twice. She answered the phone.
Someone asked her, 'What's your name? '
The voice sounded sad and alone.
She hung up, thinking it a game.
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I wake up feeling sick and sore.
Looking around, there's no relief.
So, I've got to go to the store -
One more pain to add to my grief.
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A string was taking a short stroll,
A sudden brawl got in the way;
A fight between a cup and bowl.
The chips were falling come what may.
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The great debate 'tween cat and dog
Had catalytic dogmatics
That filled a pawsome catalog
With doggerel of furry mix.
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I can't believe that I'm in jail.
The cops must have forced her to spill.
Well soon, I should be out on bail;
Then, I will teach her to keep still.
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The child was walking home from school,
Another day of fourth grade done;
An autumn day, clear, crisp and cool,
Under a bright and cheery sun.
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