I write poetry but am not a poet.
I am an Okie who writes things and stuff. Hopefully things and stuff that makes some kind of sense. However I am not good at making things and stuff rhyme. I’m more of a free verse kind of guy.
None the less my things and stuff is only as good as my spell checker. I’m no good at spelling and my grammar is more worser. You know what I mean?
However, sometimes I write little limericks just like the old Burma Shave signs. You know
He bought a Ford.
It was not fast
His girlfriend loved it.
They had a blast.
Are you following me? But that is the only rhymes I write.
But here is a more recent rendering:
Hold her close.
By Charles Oldenfatt
She had young smooth skin.
Skin so supple and soft.
Most people want to touch her.
And embrace this lovely flower.
To hold her is like
Caressing sweet fruit
Off the vine.
Tender, voluptuous, and something
One would want to hold
From top to Bottom.
Side to side.
She is our state Fruit.
She’s a watermelon fresh off the vine.
Red, juicy, and seedless.
Charles and his lovely wife live in Stillwater, Oklahoma. Just down the road from OSU. Go Cowboys!
See what I mean. Not a poet.