Gladiator

Spencer McGee

Was happy

As he sat by

A sappy tree

He dreamed

Of being a Gladiator

which was better

Than being a Sadiator

He would fight for happiness

With his make-believe manliness

He could picture

His opponent's craftiness

As well as the winds

Familiar draftiness

The crowds would cheer

As they saw Spencer’s classiness

Within the ring

That was a bit cavernous

He smiled and waved

At the end 

With his goal

Achieved again

(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson

The Tube

Deep down in that tube

Where the water flows and sits

And ice sometimes freezes inside

In the middle of the tube

There is a crack that can be mended

But it only grows larger, if it is not attended

In the middle of the tube

Where there lies a crack

Can only be fixed from the inside

For if someone tried to look at the outside

The tube would break in two

As this tube breaks

Waiting for its plumber

Leaks for a better summer

(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson

Secrets

Every night

And every day

They hide in the dark

I grab mine every time

 It walks away

But you let yours go

Wherever it hides

I promise I will keep it

(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson

I dream in neon green

I dream

In a green

So neon, it’s hard to see

The more you focus

The more it fades

And I am left bewildered

(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson