To Be Gold Is Good
To be gold is to be good,
To be stone is to be nothing,
To be glass is to be fragile,
To be cold is to be cruel.
What am I?
A heart.
Never Ahead, Ever Behind
Never ahead, ever behind,
Yet flying swiftly past;
For a child I last forever,
For adults I’m gone too fast.
What am I?
Childhood.
A Cloth Poorly Dyed
A cloth poorly dyed
And an early morning sky
How are they the same?
Their color both change easily.
My First Wears My Second
My first wears my second; my third might be
What my first would acquire if he went to the sea.
Put together my one, two, three
And the belle of New York is the girl for me.
Manhattan. A MAN wears a HAT, and a MAN might acquire a TAN if he went to sea.
Turn Us On Our Backs
Turn us on our backs
And open up our stomachs
You will be the wisest of men
Though at start a lummox.
A book.
My Tines
My tines are long.
My tines are short.
My tines end ere
My first report.
What am I?
A lightning bolt.
Moved Like the Tide
Dear Brother,
In the past, men believed
that it moved like the tide.
Till its movement desists,
we will always be this.
Blood.
By Sef Daystrom
What Can Lift Objects
What can lift objects
or hopelessly try,
but only when filled,
or, lifeless, it lies?
A glove.
By Sef Daystrom
Always Flying, Never Tired
Always flying,
never tired,
dreamed of, dreaded,
and admired.
Cloud.
By Sef Daystrom
Apples, Ice and Flowers
Apples, ice, and flowers can do it.
Pears, stones, and coins can’t.
Float.
By Sef Daystrom