Here are two poems that I wrote in response to subjects requested on writer's web site. I liked them, so I wanted to share them.

Boredom

The clock ticks
too slowly for reality
time can not be this slow.
My mind winds down
boredom sets in
and my leg starts to tap.
I pick up a book
but its already been read
the tv shows me nothing
to interest my head.
The rain keeps my in
no escape outdoors
instead I'm trapped
and ever so bored.

Practice

Try again
And yet again.
Keep going
Until it is
Perfection.

Practice
Makes perfect
Practice
Gains skills
Patience.

Do it over
And over again
Even when you
Think you have
Perfection.

Practice
Keeps you sharp
Improving
Getting better
Growing.
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