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Details | Prose Poetry | |

She read me Dr Seuss

6:35 A.M.

Sunrise against my neck
that no cheap tan booth could ever match.

I ring the doorbell in anticipation of joy’s injection.

I needed it.

Because I left my cell phone in the car,
as I didn’t want to hear any chimed email
or text annoyances.

And the car just got cleaned,
only for the birds to have their way
on its waxy shine.


Time to grab the flamethrower from my trunk!

But, before I could scream in Braveheart declaration,
there she was.

Her 6 yr old smile,
made of 1/4 inch gaps between innocence enamel,
captured me like no other could.

“Tio”, she preached in angelica sonata.

As she held me,
held me,
with puppy love warmth.

Even the rainbows fell to its knees.

She took off my jacket with ferret-like perkiness and
asked me to sit on the floor with her.

But, not before offering to toast me some Eggo waffles
with a big glass of Ovaltine…
…in her Little Mermaid glass,
proudly made in North Korea.

It even had the dictator’s initials and a bucktooth smiley face stamp, signed in glitter
that said:

Thank God I just took my online course in Child Safety.
I was ready!

As I sip on Little Mermaid’s curves,
shaped in plastic, swirly straw weirdness,
a sound blasts off from a Barbie radio.

My 2 yr old angel galloped into this heart of mine,
with Tinnitus piercing scream & laughter,
tackling me in Incredible Hulk lunge.

“Hi Tio”, she whispered, before she hopped back upstairs, 
Ninja Turtle-style,
laughing maniacally with rapid head tilts, left to right to left.

Boys will fear her. 
And I couldn’t be more proud.

After two moments of silence, 
my 6 yr old angel places her Dr. Seuss book on my lap,
as she sits in front of me.

“I can r-r-read
with my eye-s

She carefully completed the sentence,
as my eyes instantly fill with leaky pride
and an ingrained smile.

10 minutes later, she shut her book and asked me how she did.
“I am so proud of you my angel.”
“You have come so far.”

I had to hold back tears because I didn’t want to throw her off.
Yet I think she knew,
because she kept her head down and smiled with gentle starburst.

Mission accomplished.

And it was then where I heard her say,
“Those who matter don’t mind,
those who mind don’t matter.”

But she was quiet, looking at me with tilted head & smile.

For it was my inner child, 

© Drake J. Eszes

Details | Light Poetry | |

A Christmas Carol

Oh the Ghosts, Oh the Ghosts!!!
The Ghosts of Christmas shall haunt the wicked
They shall haunt the bitter and sorrowful decrepit creatures
Your hunched back and wallet will be no shield
For the three ghosts of the Christmas past

I Sir am the ghost of the Christmas past
Fear not I shall do yee no harm
That, you have already done upon your own wicked soul
Yes, that is you, as a young man, full of piss and vinegar as they say
Oh I know, you young ones then called it love, sore sight that was

I sir am the ghost of the Christmas present
Fear not, the bitter cause their own harm, not I for sure
They seethe within their own discontent and folly
The chains you hear old scrooge, are not mine
They are the irons that chain your heart to the wheel of wealth

I sir am the ghost of Christmas future
Fear not, for there is hope for all mankind
Even you, who counts coins like lovers count kisses
When you wake, you shall remember not, all these wise illusionary dreams
Old scrooge, the gift of mercy shall bestow a last grasp at happiness, take yee    hold!!!

The most festive of December days, the sun rose in the cold brisk air
Scrooge awoke, and the inexplicable sound of laughter filled his dreary bedroom
Pure unadulterated joy from the grumpiest of old men
The maid fled in fear, what insanity must have possessed this bitter old lard
Ah but happiness was indeed in the air

On with his topcoat and hat, nary a moment to ponder
Of he went to his secretary’s house
Carol, Carol !!!! He exclaimed, yes, I am not mad not crazy nor insane, open the door!
Possessed maybe, but only of joy, that I, the one so filled with animosity
Now I see, by the grace of the god, the love before my very eyes!!!

Well Carol and Scrooge passed a very Merry Christmas indeed!!!!!

Notes: This take of “A Christmas Carol” is from fond memories as a child, when our Dad “made” us watch this movie over the years! Blessed are those with such fond childhood memories of Christmas! 

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Spoonfang The Pudding Vampire

In the middle of the night,
When the moon shines bright, 
A creature stirs with a terrible bite, 
And his name is Spoonfang.

This vampire with a spoony face,
Has developed quite the taste,
For creatures of the pudding race,
Has the greedy Spoonfang.

So when the stars through dark clouds peek,
Into the kitchen he will creep,
And a tasty snack he’ll sneak,
Will the crafty Spoonfang.

Mousse and trifle, cake of cheese,
Ice-cream left in the deep freeze,
He’s had a bite of each of these,
Has the naughty Spoonfang.

But tonight he’s set his eyes,
Not on mother’s tasty pies,
But on Gran’s birthday surprise,
A gateau all for Spoonfang.

And so he creeps along the floor,
Tip-toes to the kitchen door,
But someone else is there before,
The bold and daring Spoonfang.

Count Spatula! The greatest Pudding Vampire of them all!

Both the vampires get a fright,
Their screams echo through the night,
And someone switches on the light,
On Spatula and Spoonfang.

Mother tuts and shakes her head,
Sends son and father back to bed,
Neither vampire has been fed,
Not Spatula nor Spoonfang.

Maybe there’s a little Pudding vampire in all of us!

Details | Rhyme | |

I Didn't Do My Math Homework

I didn’t do my math homework!
I watched T.V instead!
I better come up with an excuse... and quick!
Or else I’m surely dead!

My brother tore it!
It’s in the garbage!
Mom says it causes brain damage!

My power was out!
I had the flu!
I was having trouble excreting my poo!

You know, why even bother?
My excuses are so lame!
I know! My dog ate my homework!
Now to find a dog I can blame...

Details | Sonnet | |


When I was a young boy,
I built a castle on the beach.
I made it from sand with my shovel-toy,
Then the waves grabbed it in their reach.
They tore my castle down,
And dragged it down into the sea.
So i took my shovel and, with a frown,
Built another castle quickly.
I built it bigger and stronger
Than the ones in the past.
I thought this one would last longer,
But its walls would no longer last.
I built a moat around the last one that day,
But the waves seemed desperate to wash them all away.

Details | Lyric | |

Beer Pong Balls

-Sing along to Jingle Bells-

Beer pong balls! Beer pong balls!
Landing in my cup.
The more you sink, the more I drink.
It's Christmas, let's get drunk!


Beer pong balls! Beer pong balls!
Landing in my cup.
The more you make, the more I take.
It's Christmas, lets get drunk!

Drinking Michelobe... Sipping on some Jack...
We just made two cups... Give us the balls back!
Ha. Ha. Ha.
Guys can finger cups... Girls know they can blow...
I'm hall of fame, In this game, cause I drink like a pro


Beer pong balls! Beer pong balls!
Landing in my cup.
The more you sink, the more I drink.
It's Christmas, let's get drunk!


Beer pong balls! Beer pong balls!
Landing in my cup.
The more you make, the more I take.
It's Christmas, lets get drunk!

A day or two ago... Drinking Miller Light...
I had won eight games, and then got in a fight...
Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
We ran out of beer... Had to get some more...
If I'm alive, then I can drive, let's all go to the store!


Beer pong balls! Beer pong balls!
Landing in my cup.
The more you sink, the more I drink.
It's Christmas, let's get drunk!


Beer pong balls! Beer pong balls!
Landing in my cup.
The more you make, the more I take.
It's Christmas, lets get drunk!

Details | Quatrain | |

My Sister Is An Alien!

My sister is strange
There's no doubt about it
She's an Alien,  that's why
Just get up and shout it!

Her mind control crying
Gets her anything she wants
I say "That's not fair!"
But she just looks at me and taunts

My sister is strange
There's no doubt about it
She's an Alien,  that's why
Just get up and shout it!

It's just a disguise
I'm on to her
Is she scaly
Or covered in fur

My sister is strange
There's no doubt about it
She's an Alien,  that's why
Just get up and shout it!

She's spying on us
They 're ready to invade
So don't just be frightened
Be very afraid!

My sister is strange
There's no doubt about it
She's an Alien,  that's why
Just get up and shout it!

She knows I'm on to her
She's calling for friends
So run for your life
And hide till it ends

Details | Kyrielle | |

Spinning Top Toddler

I still have faint memories of the day
When in our small living room I did play
A toddler of three, spinning on my head
Lord, why wasn’t I born a boy instead?

Acrobatic talent was freely shown
But I was wearing a dress; grandma moaned
Swatted me, “Act like a lady,” she said
Lord, why wasn’t I born a boy instead?

My mother smiled, took a different approach
The acrobat skills she did not reproach
“You may take lessons,” to classes she led
Lord, why wasn’t I born a boy instead?

‘Cause mom insisted I take ballet, too
And just the very thought made me feel blue
Dancing on toes caused foot soreness widespread
Lord, why wasn’t I born a boy instead?

Eight years of lessons, but ne’er ladylike
Gracefulness failed to emerge from this tyke
To this day, I’d rather spin on my head
Lord, why wasn’t I born a boy instead?

*For Paula's Baby Boo's Shoes Contest

Details | Rhyme | |


Many years ago, when we were all young,
We really thought life, would be so much fun.
While playing dress-up, trying on mom’s stuff,
Putting on make-up, we found to be tough.

Then came our schooling, and boy things would change,
“Those aren’t our parents”, when they acted strange.
Sometimes they were hip, but old-fashioned too,
That’s something I swore, I would never do.

Wishing you were older, adults had it made,
They would do nothing, yet still would be paid.
That is how little, we all had known,
We surely found out, once we were grown.

Loving the twenties, we’d go out with friends,
When we went shopping, we followed the trends.
Doing what we wanted, and staying out late,
It didn’t matter, what time we all ate.

Then came the thirties, and most of us wed,
Watch what you wish for, my parents had said.
We had to work hard, many bills to pay,
I guess they were right, what more can I say?

Raising your children, was hardest of all,
Needing some advice, your parent’s you’d call.
It seemed so easy, they needed no rest,
So now it’s your turn, you learned from the best.

The forties arrived, that was a shocker,
We’d spend lots of time, just at the doctor.
Back aches and headaches, so tired you’d be,
Trying not to cough, or else you would pee.

The fifties would come, and your grandkids too,
Where were your glasses? You hadn’t a clue.
You searched here and there, and under the bed,
“Hey grandma” they laughed, “They’re right on your head”.

Here come the sixties, now let’s have some fun,
You are retired; your work is all done.
To dinner with friends, you dressed and you wait,
They never show up, you have the wrong date.

Now the seventies, with friends playing games,
If only you could, remember their names.
You try hard to hide, those under-eye bags,
Gravity happens, and everything sags.

Enjoy every day, and have a good laugh,
All the steps you took, led down a new path.
Live life as it comes, each year a new page,
One thing is for sure, everyone will age.

Details | I do not know? | |


You are like POKAEMON,
though you seem like DORAEMON,
you are as dark as batman,
too bad i'm more into SPIDERMAN,
you may be in love with CINDERELLA,
i don't care coz i'm THUMBELINA,
your ears reminds me as MICKEY,
will you accept me as your MINNEY,
I know you love to wear boxer,
I too know you are not as smart as DEXTER,
u may love the rap of PDD,
but you can never dance like PINK DIDDY,
I will never want to see you sob,
i will soak like SPONGE BOB,
without you i don't know what i'll do,
like they say "where are you,SCOOBY DOO!?",
In your absents my heart'll shatter,
you creep through the night like PINK PANTHER,
you are as macho as ARNOLD,
but your voice reminds me of DONALD,
I'll always love you till the end of my life,
but i'd rather be HARRY POTTER's wife. . . .

Details | Rhyme | |

Mother May I

Mother may I 
Go out and play
My child
Have you cleaned your room today

Are your toys packed away
in your toy chest with care
Yes mother yes 
its all in there

Did you make your bed 
like i showed you how
yes mother yes
may I go now

Yes son yes
after a brief inspection
son shakes his head
not what I was expecting

Never-mind mother
I'm going to my room
oh by the way
can you hand me the broom?

Details | Acrostic | |


A is for apathy, “You all know you are!”

B is for itching, “Why can’t I have a car?”
U is for the umbilical cord. You never cut from Ma.
N is for neutral, “Why should you take a stand?”

D is for dependent, “Hey, one always needs a hand!”
A is for angry, “Well, why the hell shouldn’t I be?”
N is for nostalgia, ‘cause in the past we’re free.
C is for the ocks ;) who run the whole damn show!.
E is for euthanasia, “When your old just GO!”

And all that spells abundance, in case you could not tell?
Or went to school in Texas and never learned to spell.

Details | Quatrain | |

Mice For A Very Good Price

I opened the door,
Saw two nice mice,
At Pete's Pet Store;
For a very good price.

I bought them that day,
With money I had saved,
Raking and hauling hay;
For my neighbor, Mr. Dave.

I purchased a bowl,
Just for their food,
And a bottle with a hole;
For drinking water through.

I named one Ice,
He had clear blue eyes,
The other, I named Spice;
He was the smallest in size.

Ice would take small bites,
Of cheese and treats of rice,
Spice made noise at night;
Munching bread - I had sliced.

I'll never forget the day,
Mom said, "Look Price!"
And lying in their hay;
Were two bald baby mice.

Details | Rhyme | |

The Questioner

The moon fills from the top
Each day gets lighter, growing
How it hold the light and it not run out
The bottom just pouring

Seeing the moon in day
Up in the clear sky blue
Makes mind search for way to express
Ones' questions about you

Momma always said that
I could ask more questions
Than Philadelphia lawyer

(My mother always said that I asked too many questions ...Very inquistive child was I....Still 
wonder.....The word abstentions means do.)

Details | Lyric | |

"The Nausea-go-round."

Up, down, up, down
Oh what a ride,
Round and round, round and round,
I've got quite a feeling inside,
Ever constant revolutions,
My stomach just gave me a hunch.
Up, down, around, RETCH!!!
Oh dear, I've just lost my lunch.

Details | I do not know? | |

Tempers and Attitudes

Tempers and attitudes in our house did stay
Guess it was because we were raised that way
Things could get bad when one of us got mad
If you escaped unhurt, then be really glad
For the attitudes would flare
And tempers would rage
We were all quite violent for our age
With our fists our problems were solved
I know that may sound unorthodox to all
But in our home, an evil ruled
In being mean, we were schooled
My brother and sister were taught well
Mess with them and you’ll pay hell
One day while they were playing together
Sitting by the stove because of cold weather
My brother had taken sis’s doll away
With her, this was not how to play
She got mad and started to cry
My brother laughed as he watched her whine
Well then she thought that little brat
If he wants to fight, then I’ll just fight back
So into the ashes from under the stove
She reached in and pulled out a bolt
A bolt from a rail road tie I believe
And trust me when I say they’re big
She turned around and without a word
A big loud crack from his head could be heard
Golden blonde hair now soaked with blood
I had watched from where I stood
This little girl with such cute curls
Has proven that she’ll rock your world
If you mess with her or her dolls
You’d better run at least three miles
For her revenge is not too good
My brother knows and this is understood
For underneath that cute exterior
Is the soul of a very brave warrior

Details | I do not know? | |

A Poem In Class

This is a poem in class
3rd period to be exact
Lotion smelling all good
Because it’s seaweed extract
Looking good
With my red K- Swiss
Other girls envy
‘cus they wish they could taste this.
And lace this
Ladies just face it
Me myself is too complex
And y’all are too basic
I’m confident in my looks
That’s me being honest
Some say I am handsome
I say “No” to be modest
6 foot and 1 inch tall
Most haters want to test me
Blatant and/or indirectly
It makes me feel good when their girls say I’m sexy
But check me
Outside of my school
I’m a fresh young man
Even in my uniform I look cool
I am so self-confident
I am not conceited
I will remain the same 
Even when my looks are depleted
Besides all the crime and drama
I love this world.
‘Cus behind every guy like myself
Is a sexy ass girl
I know a dollar worth of dimes
But only one of them is mine
And when ol’ girl step on the scene
The whole scene shine
She hot like fire 
She makes other niggaz melt
‘Cus them niggaz wish they
Could feel what I felt
As my heart moves
To the beat of her drums
Her hotness gives me heartburn
Now I am taking Tums
Not the original
But extra pain relief
She has the mythical booty…I mean beauty
The goes beyond belief
I got a queen in the making
Sizzling like bacon
Every other couple compared to us
Is just faking and waiting
Waiting for their time to shine
And the chance to recover what’s mine
They are mad because 
Their status in society has declined
It’s plain to see
They want to be where I be at
They will never be like us
But why can’t they see that?

Details | I do not know? | |


Ethan Alan Eaton ate an earthworm,
So, Ethan Alan's sister Sybel said.
But little Ethan Alan doesn't talk, yet; 
So he just sucked his thumb and burped, instead.   

Details | Verse | |

Ding Dong The Wicked Witch is Dead

Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.

Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.

Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.

Details | Carpe Diem | |

The Worm and the Apple

There once was a worm who lived in an Apple,
he lived there, and quite comfortably.
He found dirt deplorable,
but Apples, adorable!
The rent was affordable,
and cheap!

There once was a worm who lived in an Apple,
he lived there and never came out.
"This is my Apple coreable,
nothing I love moreable,
life outside's ignorable!"
he'd pout.

There once was a worm who lived in an Apple,
he lived there and liked it just fine.
Sometimes, rain would pourable,
with great thunderstormables,
and when the wind roarabled,
he'd hide!

There once was a worm who lived in an Apple,
he lived there, but one sunny dawn.
He noticed the floorable,
which looked nice beforeable,
had become deformabled,
with rot!

There once was a worm who lived in an Apple,
he lived there, but was forced to leave.
And how he complained a lot,
till he saw an apricot,
and he did proclaim this thought;
"It is now that I see;

-that he who lives only inside his own head,
finds it is a small world indeed"!

Details | Free verse | |

Bladder Problems in Class

Numbers on 
White board…names written hori-

Students ask
To go pee…right when class starts – 
THAT’S just wrong…

Bathroom line
Of students who have bladder
Problems – WOW!

People are
Not using lunchtime to do 
Their business 

No one knows
When to do their duties – SER-

Details | Narrative | |

Grandparents Before - But not today

Grandmothers and grandfathers how they look,
how can we see that there is a grandmother or a grandfather
When I was a little girl we could see a grandmother and a grandfather
Grandparents used hats, glasses, and walking stick
The skin of their face was weathered and wrinkled
Some had teeth they put in a glass in the evening

Grandmothers always had time for a glass of juice and a hug
She was never impatient, tie shoelaces with pleasure
Always in floral dresses, which smelled like grandma
Grandmothers wont not be at work tomorrow, she has time for an adventure
She does not skip a single word, to be finished soon
It was always sweets in grandmother's hand bag
She never spared, but shared with a beautiful smile

Grandfathers were a bit more restrained,
 bit concerned about the day's news in their newspaper
He would like to go for a walk, and he walks with small cautious steps
When he meet someone he knows, he lifts a bit on his hat and nod
He has very little hair on his head, and his head shines in the sun
Grandfathers have a strong hand to hold, I was confident in his hand
He could tell me what all the birds called, he was so wise

Everyone should experience an old-fashioned grandmother and grandfather
one that does not have a television, computer or washing machine
A grandmother and grandfather who always have good time

But it was in the past ..... not today...

A-L  Andresen :)

Details | Acrostic | |

the bear

there once was a bear
who lived in belair 
he owned a red hen
who made eggs for his kin
then one time like most bears do
the bear got hungery 
and ate the red hen 
and her last eggs of ten
with a gulp and a swallow 
down went the hen 
but wait..
now there was no hen to lay eggs for his kin.

Details | Acrostic | |


Cookies are addictive!
OoOoH! Here's one to snatch!
Okay...where's the chocolate chips?
Kraving too many of these treats
I want some now! But...I might get beeefy...
Every bite is mouthwatering, soft and crisp
Should I take another cookie?

Details | Haiku | |

Orange you Glad to be---an Orange---

     Contract Delete

Details | Burlesque | |

Redneck FATHER'S DAY------


"Storm over yet...?"

"Well hay'ell ye'ah! 
 sum'body git me a da'gumm cole beer.
 whadda'bou  that boy th'er?
 sum'body git him'a cole beer too!"

"Diddy! that boy ain't nothin' but 8 years old!"

"Wha'choo sayin? 
 na'I don't give a jolly'durn, if he ain't nuttin but 8 year'owed!
 'dat boy dun' sat him thr'ew a big ol', storm! 
 torna'durr warnin' too!
 he gonna have him'a cole burr;  
 on me!"
 my treat!
 mama, git him'a cole burr! 
 ro'tt now; 
 ta'days father's day!" 

© 2011  ~JSLambert Esquire


Details | Narrative | |

I Do Not Want Eggs - Do Not Like Eggs


                        Little Laila was on overnight visits to Grandma
                   Early in the morning Grandma made Sunday breakfast
                     Little Laila came into the kitchen where the smell of
                freshly cooked coffee, freshly baked bread....and "boiled egg"
                  Little Laila does not like eggs....and says to her Grandma
                             "I do not want eggs - do not like eggs"
                                But Grandma had not boiled eggs
                             she had farted and it smelled like eggs
                                     Grandma got a good laugh
                              And I hope you will laugh at this too.... :)

True story
Anne-Lise Andresen :)

(5th in the contest)

Details | Rhyme | |

Gummy Worms

Gummy Worms

Everybody likes me.
Nobody hates me.
Because I share my worms –
Yummy, yummy gummy worms
Sour and sweet yummy worms
Sitting in my kitchen, sharing worms!

Yummy, yummy gummy worms!

Collaboration by Dane Smith-Johnsen and her 6 year old grandson
Inspired by the Childhood song, “Sittin’ in the Garden eatin’ Worms”
June 13, 2010

Details | Free verse | |

Dear God Good Night

                           Dear God, please give me a little brother
                                    I want to be a big brother
                              Dear God, tell my father and mother
                        I`m going to be a kind and good big brother
                                Dear God, give me a little brother
                              He can get my three-wheeled bicycle
                                        I`ll teach him to ride
                                   Dear God, you must not forget 
                                      then I will need a new bike
                          Dear God, it must be blue with yellow stripes
                               Dear God, please think about this now
                              My best friend got a new bike yesterday
                       Dear God, this prayer comes from John, five years
                               living in the white house on the corner
                                     Amen and good night Dear God


A-L Andresen :)

- Thank you for my 2nd place in the contest -

Details | Rhyme | |

The Goat and Me

In a field I saw a goat
Eating grass that day
I felt so sorry for him
And thought he’d like to play

And here I thought he was
So sad to be that way
I thought he needed attention
So I planned to see him that day

But what a fool was I you see
I really didn’t click
Why would he be all alone?
In a field so green and thick

So I squeezed through the fence
And straight into the grass
He didn’t seem to flinch
Or look as I walked past

But then I saw his eye
And saw his chewing cease
He didn’t look so happy
And lost that look of peace

There I was standing
In this field alone
A goat looking angry
And me so far from home

So I started running
And there began the chase
Through the field of flowers
Running with no grace

Stumbling and stamping
While he kicked behind
Scared that I would be beat up
And I would not be fine

And so I jumped the fence
And got safely out
While he chewed my jumper
He had in his mouth

And looking at that goat now
I can clearly see
Why there was a fence
Between him and me  

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My Father's cleats

 It’s funny how my father’s hobby became mine. He has been a sportsman all his life, he played basketball, volleyball and softball all his youth, but his real passion is soccer and even though he is 55 years old now, he still keeps playing it and loving it. He has had all kinds of cleats, all brands, all colors, different styles, but it does not change anything, he still plays amazing. But one thing I do find hilarious is that every time he comes from a game, he cleans his cleats, he washes them and takes them with such an unbelievable affection, that I’m beginning to think that he might love them more than he loves me, but now I do know the feeling of a new shiny, hard and beautiful pair of cleats. I still recall when he took me for my very first pair, I could not believe he was doing it for me, I was so excited, but now I realize that what I was excited about is that I could be like my father for just a moment when I had them on. Ever since I was little, I remember my daddy playing soccer, leaving home all dressed up, ready to fight, and win the ball to make a remarkable roll on the field. The playing field that we both love, the field all covered in grass, all green, so delicious and soft, so colorful… being crashed by everyone’s cleats and the rolling ball, feeling the sunlight on our skin, and the wind on our faces. Having a team, an extra family with whom we could find support and create new ideas, new plays so we could smash the opponent. So yes, I loved watching him play and cheering him up more than I could ever like watching official and famous soccer teams. I do find funny the fact that my father’s hobby became mine since everyone says we’re too similar, and even though he also has a son, his daughter is with whom he shares that connection. I love the fact that our simple relationship was started thanks to such a manly sport, and curiously, to transform me into such a girly girl.

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My Boredom Disease

Like sick allergies, 
Boredom can be passed around

Like a horrid storm,
Boredom can catch you off guard
Hold on for DEAR LIFE!

Like the whooping cough,
Boredom can be serious
If I were you, I’d
Get a vaccination ! 

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Fright Night

<                                       the ... be ~witch ~ing ~ hour
                                         ghost ~ and ~ gobblings ~ lurking .... for
                                         it's  ~  candies .......  bounty

                                        amidst ~ swollen ...... moon
                                        face ~ of ~ wicked ~ witch .....  smiling 
                                        bats ~ fly ~ in ....... frenzy

                                       great ~ jack - o - lantern
                                       menacing ~ halloween ~ glow
                                       on ~ darken ......... doorsteps

For Linda Marie's
Halloween Haiku
G.L. All

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Gugu,Gaga,Baby Talk

Huggies pull ups,size 6 to 10 months,
Crawling around, had a sudden attack,
High quality,Huggies air lock,
Bubu,bubu,back again Mr Mention,
Mummy told grandma you were overseas,
Gaga,gaga,gaga but auntie told Tony,
You got a 3 months sentence,
Dudu,dudu,pampas need changing, 
Baby wipes,dada,dada,dada,
Get rid of this strange thing,
Here comes mom,baby start smiling,
Mama,mama,mama,mama start working,
Giggle,giggle,dirty pampas off,
Uhgu,ughu,ughu,baby oil wiping,
Hands raise to heaven,new pampas on,
Tee,tee,tee,a bottle,a few gentle rocks,
Twep,twep,finger in mouth,both eyes locked,
One last sentence,bugu,lugu,bugu,
Later,gonna take a nap....

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The Tone In Her Voice

The tone in her voice told me I had gone to far,
the tear down her cheek another scar 
inflicted upon an already bruised loving heart.

The look in her eyes cause me to shudder,
the clench of her jaw arouses a twitch of her lip,
to quell and dissipate words she would love to spew,
but will not,
instead, scream into deep recesses of her brain.

The stoop of her shoulders, hands balled into fists drilled into her waist
with legs spread taunt, 
all positive signs to find an escape route.

As I turn and crawl away I hear her say,
if you were not a baby, there would be the devil to pay.

There was not anything I could say,
at nine months,
language was scheduled for another day,
so I just went about my way,
next time I see mom, she will give me a hug, everything again okay.

Until the next time.

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A Disappointing Present

No, Socks!

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Ridiculous Me

Watch this scene with both eyes and try not to blink C: --> 

I stood there... silently
Like a predator near prey 
I sneak behind YOU

You weren't even aware of it!! Ha-ha! 

I made YOU jump hIgH
Like a startled hare
I chuckle and smile

You know that mischievous smile of mine? 

Your reaction was
PRICELESS - you were so upset
But YOU forgave me

Well...I'm flattered. . . 

We laugh'd together (just like the good times)
In a chorus - our volume
Picked up extreme sound

Believe me - I could hear our laughter from a mile away!

But I'm glad I did
My best to make you giggle

Ridiculous me... 
Wouldn't you agree?

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The Last Day of School

Tis a lovely day for students are glad 
The last day of the school year is anything but sad
No more assignments to study nor papers to write
Students can deal with William Shakespeare at next year’s fight
Textbooks have been returned and stored away
Lockers are cleaned out with nothing to stay
The students rejoice with the last bell’s ringing
But the teachers are doing a happy dance 
And tis they who are doing all the singing!!

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Rules in the eyes of a toddler

If it is off, I must turn it on.
If it is on, I must turn it off.
If it is folded, I must unfold it.
If it is a liquid, it must be shaken, then spilled.
If it a solid, it must be crumbled, chewed, stepped on or smeared.
If it is high, it must be reached.
If it is shelved, it must be unshelved.
If it is pointed, it must be run with at top speed.
If it has leaves, they must be picked.
If it is plugged, it must be unplugged.
If it is not trash, it must be thrown away.
If it is in the trash, it must be removed, inspected, and thrown on the floor.
If it is closed, it must be opened.
If it does not open, it must be screamed at.
If it has drawers, they must be rifled.
If it is a pencil, it must write on the refrigerator, monitor, or table.
If it is full, it will be more interesting emptied.
If it is empty, it will be more interesting full.
If it is a pile of dirt, it must be laid upon.
If it is stroller, it must under no circumstances be ridden in without protest. It must be pushed by me instead.
If it has a flat surface, it must be banged upon.
If Mommy's hands are full, I must be carried.
If Mommy is in a hurry and wants to carry me, I must walk alone.
If it is paper, it must be torn.
If it has buttons, they must be pressed.
If the volume is low, it must go high.
If it is toilet paper, it must be unrolled on the floor.
If it is a drawer, it must be pulled upon.
If it is a toothbrush, it must be inserted into my mouth.
If it has a faucet, it must be turned on at full force.
If it is a phone, I must talk to it.
If it is a bug, it must be swallowed.
If it doesn't stay on my spoon, it must be dropped on the floor.
If it is not food, it must be tasted.
If it IS food, it must not be tasted.
If it is dry, it must be made wet with drool, milk, or toilet water.
If it is a car seat, it must be protested with arched back.
If it is Mommy, must make her dirty
If it is sibling, must slap,kick,and fight.
If it has four legs, must squeeze tight until makes noise
If big person is on phone, must make lots of noise
If tv is not on cartoons, scream until they are
If food is not good, throw it, refuse to eat it and cry until big people give you something good

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The Monster Mash

<                              dancing to the hit song monster mash
                                frankenstein and werewolf got real smashed
                                took the witches culdeen
                                and boiled up mummys spleen
                                Quasimodo joined in on the bash

                                witches brew of brains spleens gizzards hearts
                                illuminates party from it's start
                                Dracula and zombies
                                lurking for free bodies
                                poor old frankie's wife just fell apart 

                               the bewitching dance came to its end
                               when bats flew in frenzy around den 
                               on this all hallows eve
                               trickery was up sleeve
                               sent my 3 black cats in to defend

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Secret Identity, covered face
and my thoughts begin to drain
I wander who the real Batman is
Is his name really Bruce Wayne?

His real ID kept secret
So we should recieve
All possibilities of who he could be,
Including ones we don't perceive

So now we have a Mystery
Let's put Batman on a brim
Bruce Wayne is his "secret secret" ID
Batman, for real, is Alder Rim
~*Miranda Lambert*~

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Snow falls
Fun calls

Old folks 
Wear cloaks 

Snow slide
Sleighs ride

Cold day
Kids play

Snow fight
Cool sight 

Round balls
Crash walls

Good hit
Kid’s split

Cold nose
Froze toes

Ó February 5, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

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Little Harvey Honeybee

My name is Harvey Honeybee, 
I like to buzz around,
I'm looking for some flowers,
But they're nowhere to be found!

I've been looking for days,
And lots of lonely nights,
And it surely seems,
Something has happened to my sights!

Where are all my buzzy friends,
I wonder where they could be?
I can still remember,
When they use to buzz with me!

Oh! I remember now!
I was caught in a jar!
And I must've been in it...
Longer than an hour!

I also remember!
I was caught in the summer!
Then turned loose into this winter cold!
While still in a slumber!

So I'd better go...
Before I freeze!
The wind is really cold!
And It's making me sneez-z-ze...AH-CH-O-O-O!!!

So I'll see ya later...
Because I want to stay alive...
Yes, I have to hurry...
And get back to my hive.

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Easter EGG, Abecedarian: with egg shape-

                       April Aroma...
                     Beckons Beauty.
                   Come Children!!!....
                 Daisies Daffodil.........
                Fun Filled Freedom.......
                  Giddy Giggly Games...
                    How ya' Hangin'???
                       Just Jolly Joey!

              HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!!!!

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Quit Running

mom say's
quit running !!!!

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The Rubber Boot

Sitting staring out the window for my sister to return
An overwhelming sadness, my stomach in a churn.
She a half day at school and I have not yet started
I thought the fates were cruel that we were even parted
The sun glinting off the puddles, maybe we'll play outside
Or maybe play barbies or color if she wanted to stay inside.

From school she returns and asks mom can she go outside to play
I ask can I go and she replies "no, they're my friends and you're a baby anyway"
Two 5 year old girls waiting on the porch, am I losing my best friend?
I hide my disappointment for if I cry I will hear about it to no end
Mom tells her to wear rubber boots and change out of her school dress
It was in that moment I hatched a plan that was spiteful, I confess.

She stripped down to her underwear and began to gather up her stuff
When she couldn't find one of the boots she got herself in a huff
My sister has a temper and a full blown tantrum fully erupted
She began to yell, and started throwing things, until my dad interrupted
"This will cool you down", as he put her out on the porch and locked the door              
Standing outside in underwear, tears streaming, now with something to cry for.

Her friends look upon her, their faces register shock
If there was only a way that I could turn back the clock.
I stare again out the window, but this time at my beloved sister
My heart in so much pain that I'm sure it will certainly blister
I felt so bad, so dreadful, my stomach tied in one huge guilty knot
I slowly walk to the hamper to retrieve the boot from it's hiding spot.

*True story, vivid memory for a 3 yr old I know, but this affected me deeply.
I told her I hid the boot when we were teenagers, we had a great laugh.

For contest: "A Childhood Memory''

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Why do we have to grow up Huh

When I was just a baby
Many years ago
I was so agile I could even suck my toe
Now I have trouble lifting up a cup
Oh how I hate growing up!.

When you'r a child everyone smiles at you
And say's ''awe, aren't you cute''
Bur now your an adult
Your as cute and popular
As an old worn out boot.

When your a kid
and lose a tooth
You put it under your pillow
And in the morning you find a quid
But now  it's something you cannot do
Because you have to put your teeth into chew.

I suppose being an adult has it's advantages
You don't get ring worm nits and puppy fat 
But why did I have to grow up
It wasn't in my plan
It just happened
And now I'm a man

Petwr Dome.copyright.2014. Aug.

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Child once more

Wouldn't it be wonderful to wake up one morning
To find you were still a child
So much energy jumping up and down upon your bed
So many wonders and thoughts swirling through your bed
No responsibilities
Just fun and play with your dolls or swinging in the trees
Getting a dose of the measles having a poorly on your knee
looking at a catalogue at all the toys
Building a den and playing cowboys and Indians
With the other girls and boys
Dressing up in mummies clothes
catching frogs and picking your nose
Rolling down grassy hills and knowls
Going for summer walks with a bottle of lemonade
Pretending you are a solider standing on parade
Watching cartoons all day on TV
Having a pet to love and feed
Giving your teddy bear a hug
Collecting crawly things like slugs and bugs
Having a big bag of sweets giving a high five to every child that you meet
Having an imaginary friend called Fred
Bed time stories in your Jim Jams in bed
Pretending to be a pirate out at sea
Seeing strange faces in every tree
Licking the cake bowl after mummy makes a cake
Riding on your bicycle or on your roller skates
Reading books under the covers with a torch at night
Playing football flying a kite
Dreaming of becoming an astronaut a fireman and scientist too
having a great day out at the zoo
Playing children's games calling out rude names
Playing in the wood getting up to no good
Getting head Lice in your hair
Sitting in a high chair
Dancing like a loony at a party
Hating girls yuk! with their ribbons and their curls
Doctor Who Winnie the poo Sponge Bob
Larry the Lamb and Batman
and now I'm Superman!
Train set that gives your Farther who bough it  for you so much joy
Pink for a girl and blue for a boy
playing on the swings and slide
Bucket and spade making sand castles at the seaside
Everyone saying 'awe aren't you sweet'
Coco pops egg and toast soldiers to eat
Balloons floating high into the sky
your older sister hitting you and making you cry
Sitting on your potty
pacifier in your mouth
'Mummy I've done a poo'you shout
'Good boy I'll lift you out.
sitting in your pram Being pushed everywhere by your Mam
Going on a bus singing a little song
looking out the window and sticking out your tongue
Digging in the garden eating worms and soil
Having earache Pouring in olive oil
playing with your rubber duck and battleship
while your in the bath
reading your favourite comics and having a laugh
Asking lots of questions your parents find hard to answer
'Where do babies come from?' Having your leg in plaster
playing in the school yard playing hide and seek
Being poorly every week
new shoes happy feet holding mommy's hand and skipping down the street
Watching the fish swim around your fish tank
Putting pennies in your piggy bank
Ooh how my dipper must have stank
Ice cream and jelly tots uhhm I used to scoff the lot
playing a tree in a school play
Packing a suitcase and running away
throwing pebbles in a pond all day long.

Phew I'm shattered after al that. imagine doing all that now. the mere thought 
tires me out.

Peter Dome.copyright.2014.July.

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What they didn't tell her about Fairy tales

They told me from the time I was two
“One day prince charming is coming for you!”

They made me read these inspiring fairy tales
About mermaids, evil step mothers and 
servants whose childhoods were unfair,

They told me that even if I was troubled and had to put up with a lot,
That someday my adversaries would have to surrender
to me and scrub my pots,

They told me I wasn’t alone; animals would be my friend
So I tried that, then one night they bit me, 
I suffered another tragic end

They said to always be kind-hearted that’s what all man want,
When I got into high school I found out no one wanted to talk to the fat girl in the corner who ate chocolate glazed croissants 

They told me to find seven dwarfs, a crew of little people
My school only had four of them 
Their names were; scuba, geek freak, muffin top and meatball

In eleventh grade they said, "ask God for a fairy godmother to get a dress for the prom"
I went to a Catholic Church, got one for 75 cents, 
with red stripes and one missing arm

They said after graduation the wise thing to do would be to go to college 
and Not rush into getting married
So I got knocked up my senior year by the school janitor,
His name is "Prince Larry!"

I dropped out a month before school ended and you’ll never guess where I reside
I am currently employed doing Disney parties, where I get to dress up as all the great characters who told me those fabulous lies.
Got to Love fairy tales…

By: Sabina Nicole

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Stuck On You

braces interlocked - told him no kissing

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For the sake of sanity

I've had it up to here
life is so off track
hand me the remote
let's rewind it back

17 years old
I thought my life was hard
Well now I see the difference
'Cause now I am in charge

Companies are screaming
They get right my ear
"Miranda, pay your bills"
Clean your credit dear

Walk in the door
And I fall flat on my face
Toy's from crack to crevice
Completely out of place

Clean up this lovely mess
Get the kiddies off to bed
I try relaxing in the bath
To hear cries of "mama" in my head.

-Miranda Lambert-
for March Madness contest.

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A Christmas Dinner Memory

Listening to the roosters crow brings thoughts
Memories of when I was very young
There was a rooster who wasn't store-bought
He had strong masculine traits and strong lungs

He would loudly crow, strut, and fight the best
The day he flew at me and tried to spur
Was the day his name became the fowl pest
On Christmas Eve he met his fate_ yes, sir
'Pon that fated day he crowed his last crow
His fancy strutt in the pot mom did stir
The feet, the neck, tips of wings she did throw
When those were done, dumplings she did transfer

The meal was done and all sat down to eat
Mom passed the dumplings around and served me
In the dumplings on my plate landed his feet
Laughter around the table showed our esprit

Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Contest: Christmas Dinner With Humor
Completed 12/17/12
Minimum 12 lines
Christmas day the rest was boiled and dressing made...

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Oodles of Joy

"Oodles of Joy"
In the morning of everyday i 
I make a food that's really 
Crunch'em, rip'em, and pour'em out 
As saliva pools form in my 
Put it in the mic for just about 
Impatiently  watching those 
beautiful noodles waiting for 
When the time Is up
I Pop it open and take them out 
And start shoving "Oodle's of 
Noodles" into my mouth. 
Khalil Wali

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Schooldays Western and Graduation Classics

Brought up from the womb of schooldays
Where memories still frames those mischief plays
Stuck with the thoughts of dreaming holly bolly babes
Comparing the beauties from among the best
The out and out gist, one surely misses those garlopholic days.

The morning alarm runs the cold water hot
Breakfast served and then the sprint
To reach before the nine forty bell.
Literature lecture the morning Yawn, followed by
Critical calculations the creation of few jobless mankinds.
Easy to know the solar system only from books, but
One need to fight against hurdles, to go round the globe.
The fruit that proved the gravitation, and the man who saw,
Keeping rest of the things constant, how come he didn’t notice before
Other things to fall ??
Subjects all seemed to me having an inter-relationship
And lastly this chain is known as history with mystery.

Immature mind yet a manly look
Smoking fag with creative thoughts
No idea how large the peg
Yet felt proud to say, ‘I finished 750 ml alone without a vomit break’.
A hint to know the word ‘C’,
And then I thought of kindergarten days
Where I learnt, C is for Cat,
Was it a fake?

Crazy things and Quarter to quarter girlfriends
Tears shifted to the word sex.
Yummy dreams with sorts of vulgarity
Wings started to spread but keeping in mind the fidelity.

Bohemian time and three more irresponsible years
Had to reach anyhow before the rays reaches
Principal’s eyes.
British age classrooms and railway station fans
High degree oldie professors and their sleeping pills lectures
Boredom same gender batch mates and that regular back gate
The awaited smudged horizon, suddenly brightens
The first one to appear used to have hundreds of eyes and mind respect.

A rare macaw time now
Bunch of responsible days to come
Stressed with few kicked off past and framed memories
Westerns and classics are now changing to a routine life.
Weekend alcoholic night and a morning sleepy Sunday
Followed by a workaholic Monday to Friday.

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Four Letter Word

Children do things their own way.
Rarely do they give it a second thought.
Always throwing caution to the wind.
Poo poo sometimes hits the fan!

Four letter acrostic contest. Oops didn't follow
instructions, can't enter this one. Still hope you enjoy.

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A Trip to the Woods

To the great outdoors
my grandparents love to go,
simply for the atmosphere it gives
like when they play Bingo.
I like to walk the trails, the mountains,
to get my wild nature fix.
They both have bad eyesight and can't quite comprehend
these crazy realistic graphics!

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Last Bell.....

Man, I remember the thrumming of that last bell of the school year.....
Like a prisoner being furloughed into the warm sun, buzzing of grasshoppers.
Field stickers burrowing into your ankles, joyfully, while you take the wrong way/long way 
The sound of whispering gold as your armplane wings dislodge future assaulters of ankles.
I always liked sighs in the summer.....those sweet drones were the tones of freedom.
In the distance you hear Shirley scream as Brad tells EVERYBODY she likes Ralph...
You knew you should be gettin' home, but, confound it, this one brief moment was yours. 
There was a sound, like a shell to the ear, of all you had learned, escaping as if under 
To thwart it was to stop a tsunami with an umbrella.....ineffectual....unnoticed.
But, also vacant, was common sense; probably why I went Jake's way that day....
Oh, he was there, lurking...lying in wait for my almost clock-work arrival.
Many a day I had screamed a million insults at him as he chased me like Satan,
Hoping "today" wasn't the day he caught up with me.
His exhalations never sounded labored, as if he was letting me get ahead.....
But not today!!!!!.....I JUMP......He LUNGES......and his teeth gain purchase on my seat!!!!
However, I escape....My bottom, that much cooler than it was before and will probably be 
Home.......... you see mom in the kitchen, drinking sun tea and waiting for you to arrive....
"So, How was school?"..."Uh, fine, I guess."     "What did you learn today?"......."Uh, to never 
underestimate the value of Gym Class!!"......"Well," she says, "if you took home economics, 
you'd be able to fix up your pants before Dad gets home and sees your underwear!!"......

Parents NEVER respect an Adventurer's near-fatal exploits!!!

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February Funny Bone

                                 Once came along a groundhog named Phil
                                 Looked for shadow in winters chill
                                         Even top hat and coat
                                         Didn't stop whining's gloat
                                Stuck six more weeks paying heating bill                                 

Written by 
Katherine Stella 2/4/12
Entry For
Linda Marie's
February Funny Bone Contest

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Of Watermelons On The Vine And Rock Salt In The Pants

This story I am about to unfold, is a favorite about my Grandfather. In which he starts out acting very bold, yet ends, running up a painful lather. Down the dirt road, where he lived, when young, was a farmer growing watermelons. Ripe, ready to eat, on the vines they hung. From this patch, the farmer, did sell ‘em. Being a boy with several brothers, who were always doing as boys will do dDdn’t take long, for one to dare the other, to steal them a watermelon, or two. Lo and behold, there went my young grandpa, climbing through the barbed wire fence. While his older brothers all watched in awe, as he crawled through the tangled vines, so dense. He looked around until he found the one, that was the biggest he could carry. Cutting the vine, hefting the melon up, running towards the fence, in a hurry. Well, that old farmer was wise to boys, had watched my grandpa crawl through the field. His double barrel shotgun, he had poised, to make sure, no more melons, he’d steal. The farmer had loaded his own brand of shot, filled with rock salt instead of lead. Grandpa’s backside got peppered as he trot. I think nothing more need be said.
This is my favorite poem because it is a true story about my Grandpa. He was more than a Grandpa to me. He was my Dad and best friend. My teacher and fellow trouble maker. He always called me his "little blue bird of happiness".

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Suburban Spring

Suburban Spring	

	Springtime fills the air, 
			like laughing gas.
		(Or maybe more like whiskey.)
The suburbs are drunk on the nectar of it's dawn.
	Middle-class houses 
			are starting to dance.
		(Or maybe they're just wobbling.)
They vomit whole families onto their lawn.

			I watch them the same way dogs watch TV:
				Confused and intrigued, 
		with a slight urge to pee.

	The father cuts grass, 
			like a sleepwalker.
		(Or maybe more like a zombie -
Ravenous for cheap beer, instead of brains.)
	A six pack later, 
			he starts washing his car.
		(Or watering his driveway.)
He's spreading on wax so he's set when it rains.

	The mother kneels in dirt, 
			tending the garden.
		(More like digging in a sandbox.)
Her spade is rusty.  (Figuratively, at least.)
	A sunset later, 
			she cooks family dinner.
		(Or maybe orders some pizza.)
(If every mouth is fed, she can call it a feast.)

			I watch them the same way dogs watch TV.

	The son plays war games, 
			dying for fun.
		(Or maybe more for practice.)
He whines about fruit drinks, as well as the heat.
	A full pitcher later, 
			tweaking on sugar,
		(Or maybe just corn starch.)
the war escalates, 'til its time to go eat.

	The daughter makes a picnic, 
			inviting her toys.
		(Or maybe not.)
(Her plastic spread can only spread so thin!)
	After the tea time, 
			she's off picking flowers.
		(Or maybe weeds.)
(As long as they're pretty, there's a vase that they'll fit in.)

		They gather, as a family, at the table to say grace.
		They hold each others' hands and say, "Amen."  
			(And proceed to stuff their face.)

	The dog sits by the boy - 
			Loyal and true.
		(Or maybe just hungry.)
He drools as he stares from the corners of his eyes.
	After dinner, 
                     he offers to help with the dishes.
		(Or maybe he demands it.)
The boy sneaks him a bite.  The dog is not surprised.

	Bedtime comes soon after.  
			The kids are sent to brush their teeth.
		(Or maybe just to run the sink.)
They put on their jammies, and to bed, they go.
	After tucking them in, 
			the parents watch TV.
		(Or maybe they just dream they do, 
					sleeping in its glow.)

	The dog is changing channels, 
			looking for a better show.
				Confused and intrigued, 
		he pees on the carpet below.

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All In The Family

<                          once Edith laid her hot iron flat
                            husband Archie called her his dingbat
                            then son-in-law ~ meathead
                            put iron on dam bed
                            boy fire did make Jefferson scat

Written By 
Katherine Stella 10/30/11
Entry For Techno - Limericks Contest 
To Be Co-Judge  G.L. All

Just Gotta Love That Archie LOL

Note Please Never Leave Your Iron On
Can Really Ruin Your Day Yikes

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Prep Talk

<                                      Peter ~ Piper ~ picked ~ pickled .... peppers
                                        Ate ~ one ~ turned ~ into ~ hot ~ salsa ... stepper
                                                Cherry ~ Banana ~ ....  Bell 
                                         Boy - his - tongue - throat - did ... swell
                                         Couldn't ~ even ~ yell ~ at ~ packs ... prepper

Entry For
Destroyer {Poet's }
Pickles & Tickles Contest
G.L. All

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Duck Side Story

You have your North side ducks, 
And you have your south side ducks.
Neither the twain shall meet.
For each one had his nose in the air. 
They simply would not do the greet.

So as it happens they would dance with flair in the middle of the pond.
Always trying to out do the other side…Yes, let’s call it ‘Stomp The Pond’
Wings in motion lifting them up, to stomp the waters with their feet
Acrobatics and splashing around… Man it looked so neat.

So Stella, one of the South Side Ducks fell in love with her North side Pete.
But she couldn’t cross the middle of the pond, with so much action in the way.
Fussing, blustering, and carryings on were the name of the day.

But you know, there’s always one strange duck, and that’s the one who built a bridge.
Now all the others could come across or watch the stomp from the middle of the id.
My moral, I say to you young ones… is as appealing as stomping can be…
The world works better when brought together… 
By the builders of a bridge.

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Halloween Haiku

<                                      amidst swollen moon
                                 creatures of the night stalking .....
                                          predator's bounty

                                          be ~ witching ~ hour
                                     beastly  mannerism   gone
                                          totally but .... wild

                                          black cat crosses path
                                          another seven years of ........
                                          having such bad luck

                                              culdron pot boils
                               hearts ~ gizzards ~ livers ... bat's hair 
                                          witches stilled brewing

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Silence Is Golden

My Dad often said, "children should be seen and not heard!"
So my sister, brother and I would sit before him not saying a word
We stare at him and mimic his each and every action
Trying to stifle our giggles while trying to get a reaction

He yawn and three children would yawn in quick succession
Three sets of raised eyebrows mimicking his facial expression
He sniff, change positions, lick his lips or scratch his arm
Three quiet little monkeys copycatting with unique charm

This would go on for quite some time until Dad could take no more
In a booming voice he say, "get upstairs" and we'd dash to the second floor
We barely make it up the stairs before collapsing in fits of laughter
Elated we elected a response from dad, the triumph we were after

After we exhausted ourselves of giggles and could keep a straight face
Down the stairs we go and once again in front of him we take a place
We could tell Dad was also doing his best not to smile and  to snicker
The game would begin anew, until laughter threatened to flicker.

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My mom calls me Lion
Because I’m the king of my domain.
She also calls me Tiger
Cause I’m horrible to tame!
My father calls me Monkey
When I jump up on the bed.
He thinks I’ll trip and fall,
And then I’ll bump my head.
My sister calls me Fruit Fly,
Cause I like to steal her food.
I also like to buzz by
And annoy her like one too!
My brother calls me Cheetah
Cause I always beat him when we race.
He also says it’s cause I have freckles on my face.
I even think my dog thinks I’m something too
Because he always barks at me when I come into the room.

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A Mother's discipline

With soap in hand placed in my mouth
Head hangs over toliet tongue heads south
Dirty words no more

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Fire In The Hole

<                                        once there was ten devious children
                                          oh how they did a poor little sin
                                          brother had passed some gas
                                          they lit match to his ass
                                          dam dog was even wearing a grin

Entry For
John Freeman's
Giggle Poetry Contest # 2
G.L. All

Details | Couplet | |

Where does the Time go

I feel as though time is slipping away,
And more is gone each passing day…

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You Stink

<                            Once came along a super ninja
                              Dagger Nunchucks Gi sword Wala
                              Hiding in the sewer
                              Got covered with manure
                              Fear not his weapons but hands haha


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Message to My X

I fell in love at thirteen
You might say I was quite green
I held his hand tight
He was out of sight
But now he’s being so mean!

At camp, spent days in a tent
His pride had taken a dent
We made up just fine
That sweet boy of mine
But now he seems so hell bent.

He needs some joy in his life
And though he has a great wife
A friend’s always nice
To add some more spice
But he’s afraid of the strife.

I’d shower him with such joy
But he's a silly old boy
He won’t come to play
He must have his way
My heart he’s used like a toy!

“My dear, why can’t you be nice?
Before you end it- think twice
Between you and me  
Let’s make harmony
You’ve made me pay a high price!

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When Grandma takes me to the park

When Grandma takes me to the park!
By Kim Mosteiro
I love when my grandma comes and picks me up to go to the park. We ride in
grandmas car to the park; and grandma sometimes stops on the way and we get ice
I like sliding down the slide; grandma waits at the bottom and catches me, or
sometimes she will slide down with me. One day I was swinging, and grandma
pushed me way high, I flew as high as the birds do, it was so much fun!
Grandma taught me how to climb a tree, just like she did when she was little, and
climbed her grandma's tree, to pick apricots for her Grandma's pies! Grandma
pushes me real fast on the merry-go-round; I go round and round and round and it
makes my head dizzy, and then I spin around just like the merry-go-round.
One day we saw a butterfly, it was blue and brown; I chased it and tried to catch
it but it got away. Grandma told me that every time I saw a butterfly, it would
mean that she was thinking about me; and she gave me a kiss and said that's what
it would feel like if a butterfly landed on my nose and kissed me!
But there was one day when Grandma took me to the park and I saw a snake, it
was scary when he shook his tail and it rattled. Grandma said I am to never go
near one and try to pick it up because it can hurt me, it's not like a butterfly. A
snake will bite you and make you sick Grandma says, so I will only chase butterfly's
not snakes.
I can't wait to go to the park again and see what new adventure Grandma and I
will go on.
“Dedicated to my Grandchildren: ADAM, ROSIE, SERENA

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Candy Crush

Candy Crush!
 fired on the first day
Must you be addicting
Candy Crush
Let's play again

Crushing the screen

I win!

Details | Tanka | |

My Boo

<                          halloween haunting's
                       black shoe polish foundation
                             ruby red lipstick
                       pillow stuffed under big dress
                        red white bandana for hair

                               spatula in hand 
                       eggbeater in dress pocket
                              pillowcase for loot
                       daddy's boots causing blisters 
                          aunt jemima memories 

Entry For
Paula Sweanson's
Halloween Of Tears Past

Tribute To Childhood Memories

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Fastest Gun In The West

<                                      Now hold on there Tex !
                                        Let me get     dressed  !

                                        Let me saddle up my horse
                                        To trollop around this Halloween course

                                        Got on my chaps
                                        My spurs and cowboy hat

                                       Replica's of forty five's
                                       Riding on my hips very high

                                       With lasso in my hand
                                       This little cowboy has a plan

                                      So all you ghost and goblins
                                      It's candies bounty I'll be coming an robbing

                                      And I'll be taking  loot for mummy
                                      And for my daddy who has a bigger tummy

                                                  Happy Halloween To All
                                   Especially little tikes who are so cute and small

Entry For 
Halloween Costume Contest
G.L. All




Details | Carpe Diem | |


Your  love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of 
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and  i'm 
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those 
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and 
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried 
by the dove of someone I use to know.

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Mr Inquisitive

Could a scythe cut a slice
from a sycamore tree?
If a bird had no feathers
what bird would it be?
If a square had three corners
would it still be a square?
Will your curls always swirl
if you tug at your hair?

My curls will always swirl
For questions make them so
You will question me ‘why’
when my answer is ‘no’.
If I answer you  ‘yes’
You will question with ‘how’
If a tree could grow knowledge
I'd reach for a bough.

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Roll Call

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

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Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”

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My Bicycle

~My Bicycle~ Everybody had one - everyone but me... Pedaling everywhere, laughing hysterically. My brother had an idea; to the tip let us go, You never know we may find some bits, and them we will show. Digging in the tip, looking here and looking there, First he found a frame and wheel, but of more bits we did despair. Carrying our finds, a mouse-eaten seat, and one wheeled bike frame We carried them triumphantly down the leafy wooded lane. Where oh where to find a wheel, to build this marvelous machine? It kept us pondering all day, as we scrubbed and made it clean. The next day my prayers of the night, were answered and very soon The old man who lived on the end knocked, and nearly made me swoon. Standing there, a wheel in his hand, and mudguard over his shoulder Declared he had seen us walk on by, and because he was that bit older. He saw we wanted to build a bike, and of these parts we were short He was the first gentleman I kissed, and thanked him as I was taught. My dad had a tin of black paint, we found another of white; We put the pieces together, it looked a bit of a fright. One wheel was bigger than the other, the mud guard hung lopsided, But we managed to make it look good, with love we had been guided. I took my bike, my pride and joy, and sat on the mouse-eaten seat. I then realised I couldn't ride it, when I lifted up my feet. Through thick and thin and many a bruise, determined I was to learn When oh joy, of joys, I won, but alas landed headfirst in the fern. As I lay dazed a lump on my head, I saw a very strange sight, Two legs standing over me, and a head blocking out the light. The local bobby had seen my fall and come to rescue me; "I really don't think it's safe to ride, on this black and white monstrosity." My black and white bike of uneven wheels, lay there looking quite ill, But I would not give up on it, and pushed it back up the hill. Whooshing down, the wind in my hair, I felt exhilarated. I passed the spot I last fell off, shut my eyes and kept my breath bated. To try the brakes seemed a good idea, as round the corner I flew, It was then I found that I had no brakes, so I had to use my shoe...

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Rock Paper Scissors

<                          I once played rock paper and scissors
                            never dreamed theres so many gizzards
                            somehow loves this game too
                            well I just said oh phoo
                            and had to show them who was wizzard

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Little Hell Raisers { Nonet}

<                             I'm going on journey ~ back in time
                               When I should of listened to my .... heart
                               But instead just followed ....  head 
                               What a mistake that .... was
                               Let me tell you .... now
                               Poor old ... lady
                               Didn't ... do
                               Noth ~ ing
                               Wrong !

                              Carrying her groceries home from the ... store
                              Me ~ brother ~ sister ~ brother's ... friend
                              Tossing lit~ firecrackers
                              Laughing ... and .... giggling 
                              Looking ~ for ... trouble
                              And here she ... came
                              Four ..... against
                              Just ... one
                              Wow   !

                              Bet poor old women didn't .... expect
                              Handfull of lit .... firecrackers
                              To be tossed in her own .... bags
                              Others ran like .... dickens
                              I stayed and helped   ...  her
                              Picked up her ... stuff
                              And ... carried
                              Them ... all
                              Home !
Entry For
Linda Marie's
A Journey Back In Time
G.L. All

Details | I do not know? | |

Ashley For My 4 Year Old GrandDaughter

Petite, dainty,
charming and sweet.
Hair the shade,
of Autumns golden wheat.
Her favorite color, 
"Green" is what she'd say.
"Green as grass"
on a summers day.
Maybe a hairdresser,
she loves cutting bangs and curls.
Two other siblings how lucky,
both girls.
"But oh, mommy, 
can't you see"
"How much more beautiful, they are,
because of me"
Mommy says, 
"What am I to do"
"No matter what,
I still love you"

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Solemn Vow

June of 1945,
I had just turned ten.
My friend and I went fishing,
but I never will again!

That was 60 years ago,
I ain't been fishin' since!
I know just what you're thinkin',
that doesn't make much sense!

Well let me tell, what happened,
to my best friend, Mike and me.
Once you know the story,
I'll have your sympathy!

I never did like Fishin',
but Mike was keen, and so,
since him and I were best of friends,
I felt that I should go!

So off we went, to our fishin' hole,
the sun was hot and bright!
We stayed there, almost seven hours,
and never had a bite!

My older brother came along,
he said "How ya doin', guy?"
I said "we never even had a bite",
then I began to cry!

He asked me for my fishin' rod.
He cast the line into the lake!
Within five minutes he caught a fish,
It was more than I could take!

That day, I made a Solemn Vow!
Right then and there I swore,
"if I live to be 100,
I will never fish no more"!

So that's my best June memory,
there's nothing more to say!
Even though it's been a long, long time,
it's like it happened yesterday!


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I Got A Rock

On Halloween I always get a rock everywhere I go.
I decided to retaliate by throwing their rocks through their windows.
I never even get one piece of candy, that really blows.
I'm so ignorant that I cut my costume full of holes.
I look absolutely ridiculous and dorky in this stinking sheet, I don't even look like a ghost.
I'm paying people back for their unkindness, especially Lucy because she deserves it the most.
Last week Lucy told me to kick the football but I kicked her in the head.
She told her father and he started choking me, I thought I was dead.
When he got through strangling me, I dropped two Cherry Bombs down his pants.
I blew off his privates and now when he wants to give his wife some loving, he can't.
When people used to do mean things to me, they would laugh.
But now they treat me with respect to avoid my terrible wrath.

(This poem is a parody of the Peanuts Comic Strip.)

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I'm Cuckoo For Coco Puffs

<                      once was an  cuckoo bird named Sonny
                         tagging along gramps as first  gunny
                               shooting up cereal bowls
                     with dark puffs @@@ nice ~ and ~ slow
                            Oh how trix rabbit did so runny  

Entry For Poets Destroyer 's
Your Favorite Cereal Limerick
GL All                                  

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TROCHEE-Percy's Pre-dic-ament

Percy's pickle pointed west
Larry's pointed down
Little Mary looked perplexed
Percy grinned and clowned.
Mary's small feet kept abreast
Larry looked around
'Till a tree limb snagged her dress
making Mary frown.

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I'm Learning

<                           [ S 1][ T 1][ U 1][ D 2][ E 1][ N 1][ T 1]

Entry For Nancy Jones
7 tile Scrabble Contest 
G.L. All

Details | Light Poetry | |

Kiss And Tell

<        Heart skips beat
               From boy I meet

                    Palms did sweat
                         Forehead wet

                               Caught me under tree
                                   Lips were placed on thee

                                                    Tomboy no more
                                                           Dresses galore

                                                                 Him 12 and me just 11
                                                                     Match made from Heaven

                                                                           Something went wrong
                                                                                With our love song

                                                                                     Denny O'Neil 
                                                                                       Did like to squeal  

Just Hate It 
When They 
Kiss And Tell 

Story is this was my first love intrest
When we moved into our new house
instead of me wanting to beat him up
we instead played football and other sports 
along with his other 4 brothers I always had 
to be the quarterback tho because I had the 
strongest throwing arm of the block

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Me without You

Me without you is a motionless sail boat,
A kid being out doors in the winter without a coat.
A basketball star without ever having any coach.
Can you picture trying to fly a plane with no engine?
A mother of three trying to feed her children with no kitchen?
Do you notice some of the things that are missing?
Baby you are a puzzle, with a piece missing. 
Without the E in ME, is everything! 
Nothing is complete if there is no YOU AND ME.
That is like trying to serve a turkey with no wings on Thanksgivings.
I am the key you turn in your ignition, I kindle your love intentions.
Oh, what sweet reminiscing, like a pastry treats with frosting.
I bet that put a smile on your face, like a kid winning his first race.
 As I were your Hostess Twinkie and you were my creamed that filled me.
You are the only one that completes me, that how our love flow so swiftly.
As a little girl twirling around in her favorite dress, I think I will keep you because you fit me best.
There is no such thing as a Me without you, because simply no one could ever compare to you.
That is like a sneaker with no lace, you are surly to fall on your face.
But don’t worry I will be right there to catch you with grace.

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How T Rabbit Got His Name

Their once lived a bunny in the land of Ozark.
He was clever, cool, and funny. Could even hunt in the dark.

One night while hunting small game, he found a ring made of gold.
The ring made him sing and feel incredibly bold.

His voice got so loud he awoke all of the town.
Naked, the bunny panicked and threw on his mom's gown.

People came from all over just to hear his sweet voice.
Then came a dog named Rover, who had a difference of choice!!

Rover threw a sharp stick into the leg of the rabbit.
The ring fell out his pocket and Rover just had to have it!

He knew the ring is why people liked the Bunny's new sound.
But since it was night the ring couldn't be found.

The people dragged off the bunny and helped his leg heel.
Others surrounded poor Rover, chanting loudly out, "KILL!"

"That's one terrific Rabbit!" Stated the king who was short.
So, the bunny was named "T Rabbit!" In their small Ozark court.

The End

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You Little Stinker Devil's Echo

In forest you'll hear squak squak squak
May capture bears play
Or foxes cock-eyed walk walk walk
Down by waters bay

High in trees you'll hear owls owls owls
Just more feathered friends
But I love water fowls fowls fowls
So let's not this end

Miss Hood cried big bad wolf wolf wolf
I just stared and laughed
Seeing deer prints from hoofs hoofs hoofs
Think she's needs skunks bath

As many stanzas as you like.The last 3 words of each 8 syllable line are the same, to create the echo. These can be 1 or 2 syllable words, so long as the line is 8 syllables long. Syllable Count...... etc.
Rhyming Sequence.......a.b.a.b. c.d.c.d. e.f.e.f. etc.

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Our Teacher Rides on Her Broom

Our teacher rides on her broom
she levitates on it in our classroom
she will snap and  then deride
wish she'll take her pride for a ride!

Our teacher rode off on her broom
and there was joy in the classroom!

Our teacher came back from her ride
and all the students stirred inside,
"How do we rid her?" 
"We must decide!"

"There are students in other classrooms
that also ride as you on brooms"
"They need a guide!"
"They want your brew!"
"They can ride along with you!"
"They  can be your new crew!"

"Fly to them now, that's what you should do!"
" We won't miss you, we won't be blue ! "
"Fly to them now, that's what you should do!"

Copyright McCuen 2009

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Wassamassaw Bay

Bob and Hannah went to fish in Wassamassaw Bay.
They told their mom they would return for church so they could pray.
But both of them lost track of time, returning way past noon.
The sun was down and it was dark and there was a full moon.

“What do you have to say to me, for it is very late.
The moon is up, the sun is down, your meals are on your plates.
You haven’t done your chores and now it’s almost time for bed.
The dog is barking angrily for he wants to be fed.”

“We are so very sorry but we did lose track of time.
There was commotion on the Bay although there was no crime.
And when we tried to leave for home the officer said, ‘No.’
He said we’d have to stay a while and that we could not go.”

“He said he had some questions so we would have to stay.
We told him that we had to go to church so we could pray.
The officer said we could go after we told the tale.
Of how in Wassamassaw Bay, we caught a big white whale!”

By Samia Arroyo for David Williams' Palindrome mad contest.

Details | Couplet | |

Coco For Ten

<                               Coco was his name
                                 Spider monkey all the same

                                Dad worked for zoo
                                Feeder of Coco too

                               Brought the little guy home
                               Boy did Coco love to rome

                               Droppings here and there
                               Mom  covered up his dairy - air

                               Shoulders he did seek
                               Knocking  younger ones off their feet

                                Bananas and salted nuts
                                Made Coco dance and strut

                               Each day a animal of new
                               Dad brought home from the zoo

                               But the one I'll remember the most
                               Was coco who shared my daily toast

Tribute To 
Como Park Zoo
St Paul Minnesota

Coco And Daddy

Can You Imagine
A Monkey Playing
With 10 Kids  LOL


Details | Quatrain | |

Toaster Strudel Trochee

<                                       Toaster Strudel - Trochee

                                        I just crave toaster strudel
                                        Piping hot pastry
                                        Cool icing so can doodle
                                        Kellogg's bakery

                                        So get to popping me one 
                                        Time to used noodle
                                        Pop tarts boring just no fun
                                        Choose toaster strudel

Meter: 7/5/7/5 
Rhyme Scheme: a/b/c/b or a/b/a/b

The meter is trochee, which means alternating stressed and unstressed beats in each line, with each line beginning and ending in a stressed syllable. This is a simple lyrical type little poem, so rhymes will be basic, nothing fancy. The poem itself should give a description of something of interest to the poet and often the meter lends itself to humor, much as a limerick does. There is not a set number of these quatrain type stanzas, but a typical 7/5 Trochee would consist of two quatrains, with the second stanza serving to tie up the idea presented in the first stanza.

Details | Alliteration | |

More Bounce Per Ounce

<            Betty Boop bought boyfriend Bimbo some basketballs to bounce 
              But being blind her boyfriend Bimbo bounced Betty Boop 
              Boy Betty Boop did boldly bounce bad

This Little Lady Is After My Own Heart
For No matter What She Does Wrong
Her Eyes Seem To Capture The One She Loves LOL
And Also One Of My Favorite Cartoons

Details | Free verse | |

Only Brother

He was the eldest,
tall, handsome, all knowing 
(by his own assessment).

He could roll a ‘guide and wheel’
all the way to school
without a stop. That wheel
kept rolling as if by magic.

He could shimmy up a tree
in search of wild grapes.

He could swim in deep water,
catch snakes for pets.

He could hunt squirrels with Dad,
shoot a 22 rifle.

He could milk a cow,
hitch a horse to the wagon.

He could zing you, square on,
with a dry corn cob.

He could run barefoot 
through woods, creeks, fields,
and over dirt roads.

But he missed the rafter,
fell through to the floor below,
knocked himself out cold,
chasing his cat through the attic.

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Kiss in Daycare

I remember her from my daycare
Not even sure if I was yet in underwear
She had blue eyes and blonde hair
I guess I was dab and debonair.

From the first day we began to play blocks
We hit the point of stealing each others socks
I could tell it was heating up
Because she drank from my spill free cup!! 

At days end we were lining up at the door
She jumped in front of me as she had done before.
Then it happened, it happened so fast
It was a magical moment from my wee little past

She bent slightly forward, eyes closed, puckered lips…
I thought what is wrong with her face and hips
I did not see it coming just thought something was amiss
But she ended my day and started my life with my first kiss.

Now this tale might be a little tall
But so was everything when I was small
Her name was Shanna and it did happen in daycare
So my story is not too tall from there.

Brian Magness

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L Like a juggler, rhythm of harried routine, a mother performing
O On finding the cling-clang-thump symphony's beats missing
S She froze mid-way through her act, something's just not right
T To her surprise, her rambunctious baby boy was nowhere in sight

B Brushing fears aside, she set to seek him in the game of peek-a-boo
A As she peered in every nook and cranny cooing,"momma loves you!"
B But success evaded her and she was fast losing heart and hope
Y Young mother burst into tears, her sanity dangling on a tattered rope

B "Boo!" a voice behind her in a squeamish cry, all too familiar
O Overjoyed she spun around crying and laughing all the same, feeling happier
Y "You naughty boy!"and he smiled impishly, right behind her, under kitchen counter!


Details | Senryu | |

---red lollipop

red lollipop
on a toddler's soft cheek
shattered jar

Details | Free verse | |

Have You Ever Read

Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!

~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby

They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" -  how mean!!~~~

Piggy asks him if
There are other people on 
The island with 'em

He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear - 
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??

You'll see...

Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!

Details | I do not know? | |


Get off the phone! 
 I'm not on the phone!

Get off the phone!! 

 I'm not on the phone!
 Right now I'm in my room. I'm grounded.
 Its going to be a week of doom.
 I'm going to get pounded.
 Right now I'm so mad I could spit! 

 I mean I wasn't ON the phone. 
 I was talking in it.

Details | I do not know? | |

My New Sneakers

My new sneakers were pure white,
And the laces were pink neon,
On the inside it was airy,
But on the outside they were strong,
I wore my sneakers everywhere,
To school and to the park, 
And then I noticed something,
My sneakers were getting dark!
So I'm back to my old sneakers'
With cement on one side,
The laces were loose,
One time I tripped and almost died!
I think I should go barefoot instead of the ones that I worn out,
If that does not happen...
I think I'll wear a pout!
Chayil Hyland

Details | Monoku | |

Heartbeat Is A Love Beat { Broken Monku }

<                 seventh grade third hour spelling teacher

                                    heartbeat is just a silly love beat

Tribute To
Teenage Crushes
On Teacher's LOL

Details | Dodoitsu | |

Bite Who

I watched a little red ant.
It was running up the wall.
The circus clowns were laughing!
The wallpaper saw.

That red ant did not bite me.
But his distant cousins did.
Made me want to bite my friends.
Haiku Debbie, run!

© April 12, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  !!!BITE ME!!! 	 
Sponsored by: Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.

P.S.  I love you, Debbie, and your haiku!

Details | Limerick | |

Pay Up

<                    hes my banker and my heads horseman
                      calling bounty on anothers land
                      hark the herald angels
                      I think this game is swell
                      now thimble owes me sixty five grand

Written by Katherine Stella

Entry For Judy Konos's
Monopoly The Game Of Life Contest
G.L. All

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Ice cream cone

Sitting here alone
With just an ice cream cone

Sucking at the side
With nothing to hide

A kid at heart
And no impart

No one to adhere
Ice cream from ear to ear

Licking up and down
Without so much as a frown

Like a boy so boisterous
Oh that creamy goodness

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Full House

Naughty little brother hitting people just for fun,
Soppy little sister snuggles up to harassed mum,
While other sister Lesley thinks she’s in a royal court,
And “Ten Ton Tim” throws the tennis balls he’s bought,
One hits little Lesley on the head with quite a force,
She storms off to her room, in a nark again of course,
She slams the door behind her once she’s made her way upstairs,
And then there’s the twins, I know that trouble comes in pairs,
Michael’s riding Richard with his undies on his head,
While Craig from down the road is wearing swimming trunks instead,
“Ten Ton Tim” then offers the other boys a fight,
One which probably won’t finish until very late at night
“You and Craig onto me!”; a tempting offer to the boys,
Who start to rush towards him brandishing their army-toys,
Lesley reappears from the dark behind the door,
Intending not carry on moaning any more,
Dad is quite sensible at stays at work ‘til dark,
I think it’s more crowded here than in Noah’s Ark.
Mother calls for quite but the noise just carries on,
‘Til Craig suggests they go to his and then the rabble’s gone!

(Written at the age of 9 or 10)

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H Hell breaks loose when Papa comes along,
O One studiously studying, now jumping and singing a song!
O One prankster eating, now his plate a mish-mash!
L "Lets hug Papa tight, before Mamma could lash."
I I am sure my naughty ones are over the moon
G Going by their frantic pace I'll go crazy too soon!
A  and now I hear them complain," Mamma nags."
N Now suddenly in my disciplined life, behind, the order lags.
I Its a win-win situation for them, my word will have no gains
S Somehow in a protected territory, even these deer will turn fierce lions!
M My house thus is a home to two sweet hooligans!

Sponsor: Catie Lindsay

Details | I do not know? | |

Floop Goop Suprise

Kanoodle the poodle,
eats blue beans and noodles.
With sticky grey peas,
while he swings in a tree.

A brown fish on toast,
a pink bubblegum roast.
On crackers with cheese,
whilst dancing with fleas.

Red floop juice and blue goop,
makes a purple floop soup.
white fish eyes and black flies,
we've made a floop goop suprise.

as the floop goop cools off,
he starts licking his chops.
He feasts by a tree
then falls fast asleep


Contest: Dr seuss on the loose
Copyright (c) 2012
James Mahauariki

Details | Blank verse | |

boo hoo

the large crowd may boo you
the dead spirits may boo you
but the new boo boo 
hurts the worst
when you're a child
boo hoo
boo hoo

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Living With Laughter

Love and laughter go together
as do macaroni and cheese.
Like that noble dish of childhood
It’s a combo bound to please.

We laughed until the tears came
at gifted comics of our youth.
The golden age of radio,
it is called and that’s the truth.

My birth family would gather
after Sunday evening news
to listen to their silly antics
which could not help but amuse.

I had one older brother 
who was a naturally born wit.
He could keep us all in stitches
and we never tired of it.

Later on the man I married,
kept me laughing all the time.
Laugher filled our lives with pleasure
though we seldom had a dime.

He and I sat nestled closely
as we watched the comics spoof.
Mad Red Skelton played a Santa
who kept sliding down the roof.

Our three beloved children
kept us laughing as they grew.
They all had a sense of humor
and could tell a story too.

Memories of my early childhood
are of laughter spawned from love.
Finding a mate who would laugh with me
was a blessing from above.

For Desiree's contest "Reconsidering Laughter"

Won a 3rd in the contest

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Gran's Got Gerbils

 The following poem is based on a true story 

We were sitting down one evening when the phone began to ring,
“Hello mum,” said Father, “Can I help with anything?”
Grandmother then answered, “There’s a gerbil in my house!”
“Do you really mean a gerbil? Don’t you mean a mouse?”
“I’m certain it’s a gerbil,” My grandmother defended,
“And the fact you think I’d get that wrong makes me feel offended.”
“I’m sorry, but a gerbil? Are you really sure?”
“Yes I am. It must be one of those they’ve got next door.”
“We’re on our way.” Said my Dad and then hung up the phone,
And then within the hour we were at Grandmother’s home.

“Ok Mum, please tell me, just what did you see?”
“It came out from the kitchen and went under the TV.”
Dad went in a cupboard and then took out a trap,
Set it with some chocolate and waited for the “Snap!”,
It only took a moment, and what do you suppose?
A great big rat staggered out, the trap caught on its nose!
Dad chased it to the garden and gave it quite a whack,
“It’s ok Mum, that gerbil is never coming back”,
“Thank you Son, you know that I’d have struggled doing that,
But it could have been so much worse. It could have been a rat!”

Details | Free verse | |

awaiting Cinderella

around and around
up and down
the merry-go-round 
goes round 

again and again 
and again
as the sounds of music play
fond of youth and the gay
and the bells 
in the  one horse open slay

flashes of color and detail flash quickly by
elegant wooden carved animals

with shiny painted tails
prancing horses with nostrils flaring
regal lion with full curly mane staring
and a golden chariot awaiting fair

Details | Light Poetry | |

Halloween Horror

Gobblins and ghosts flew by last night 
They woke me up with a terrible fright 
Chasing monsters and gouls away from the lights 
I wish someone would teach them to stay out of site   

But all the ghosts were by the gobblins sides
 The witches were taking them all out for rides
 From roof to tree to street
 A big race to see who could be beat
They were all so noisey it made Frankeinstein hide
 And those witches never drive down the street on just on side
 They just switch lanes while in flight
 Left then Right then left then right
 Back, forth, left, right, never deciding on just one dive
 Up down, zig zag.. zoosh 
Looking out my bedroom window even made my sides moosh 

Details | Ballad | |


It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range.

so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul,

here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning...

into the light of a love letter written to dawn.

soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time,

way down deep on the inside, the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live,

flower to flower,
blossom to bloom,

watered and deeply cared for...

O' Eden.

I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay,

I wish a sun-rise.

Details | Light Poetry | |


When I was a child 
I loved marshmallows
so soft, so gooey and yummy
Oh I'd beam out of doors
when the birch stick bore
charred marshmallow goop
for my tummy!

When I was a child
I would go hog wild 
for peanut butter and fluff
all that white marshmallow
in which I'd wallow
my mouth all covered
in sticky stuff!

My Mom often spread
the white Fluff on bread
with peanut butter galore
And we'd bypass the meat
for this sticky treat
and scream for her to
buy much, much, more!

But you see Mom knew
that good food it's true
can make children strong unlike 
those sweet Fluffer-Nutters
so we had to contend
with the meat in the end
if we wanted that treat 
from our Mother!

Details | I do not know? | |

Under my 8 year old Brothers Bed

Under my 8 year old brothers bed
lies my dog chewed Barbie, no sign of her head
a faded Snoopy cartoon, deflated yellow Birthday balloon
and one stuffed zoo animal baboon
Romote toy car from Uncle Tom
Cassette of Raffi, sing-a-long songs
half a fruit roll-up, and a beat up
tonka truck

A wooden dream catcher, made in Summer camp
his moon and star shaped night lamp
one lonely brown button from his Winter coat
A crumpled crayon castle drawing, complete with
an alligator filled moat
A real rabbits foot, for luck, from Grandpa Mack
half a fourth of July sparkler, old fashioned box of jacks
glass jelly jars of grass, sticks, leaves, assorted bugs
science fair worm farm living in moms old Garden jug

Under my 8 year old brothers bed
it has to be said, if you find yourself lost 
beneath it
you are as good
as dead!

Details | Light Poetry | |


I often think okay I am not that old. I am a pretty cool grandma.. I grew up where mom was the lover, protector and most of all the boss.. I never would have thought to slam a door in my mothers face.. She  would have broken it down and beat me with door frame that fell off…but that was way way back when.. You know the time where no one had a cell phone and didn’t care.. No one had computer at home …we did have a typewriter but I am the only one that used it.. We had a small record player and I had vinyl records ..oh how I could rock with Elvis, now I don’t understand the names of groups let alone what they are saying … probably better off not knowing.  We wore jeans back then but they were not the staple in our closets, now the are a must have for $100.00 wow I could have bought a whole fall wardrobe for that and a coat..
Food has changed the rule at our house was if Mom put it on the table we ate it or went hungry.. Now every one has to have a special meal.. and manners those are a thing of the pass, I rarely hear a teenager or anyone else say yes sir or no sir.. It is a thing of the past and people don’t speak like that anymore.. Stop talking now means ok lets see who can talk the loudest and longest.  My mom had a look that said you had better shut up right now or I am going to kill you.. She wouldn’t kill us but she sure would make us pay ..  We went to church on Sunday or Monday if mom said so..
I am sure my granddaddy often thought what is wrong with this generation they will never survive.. But the most of us have and now we think this of the next generations to come.. But I really realized how old I was today when my 16 year old grandson, walked on my new mopped kitchen floor and when I said the floor is wet.. He very calmly replied not to  bad.. Laughing as I finish this life has definitely changed.. but 50 years from now he will probably be thinking the same thing I am … where is this generation going to go?????????

Details | Verse | |

A Riddle

I am who I am I can tip toe through a Dancing on Ice routine While Reaching for the stars I might be the patent, keen, Steve, Asics or rocket dog However I have a sole that flatten the lawn I suppose that’s my A contribution You smiled at me The first time we met Not to forget Flamboyant Dexter threatening words “I am going to retire You Unless you go with my holiday attire” Who am I?

Details | Tanka | |

I am Cute

What is this I see?
A camera clicking me.
I’m not smiling. 
Just feel free, go ahead shoot.
I’ll just sit here and look cute.

For "Baby Babbles" contest.
Brian Magness

Details | Rhyme | |

Silly Pendulum

__uPON her shoes__

The best I could do 
Is to sit upon her shoes.
The show is still on,
So don't judge me now...move on!

She is still sleeping
And she wants no awakening.
She loves me and wants me idle
And sit upon her shoes.

One hour gone,
Two hours gone...
Now five hours are gone.
But she loves me
And wants me 
I mustn't stand idle
But sit upon her shoes.

Thank God she's awake.
Now to take a break.
"Can I stand up" I inquired
"Not now" she replied.
"Won't you take me for lunch" she required.
"I will... Of course let's go" I replied.
At least now I don't stand idle.
May be after lunch, I won't fuddle.

"Waiter, I’ll like you to serve me a plate of rice and chicken.
Listen waiter, serve him 'Eba'. He loves that thing."
I admitted to what I don't like
And still will pay for what she likes.

Again to sit upon her shoes.
Another round I must do.


*** Eba: Is one of Nigeria solid food (a product of cassava flour), usually known with the Yoruba people of Nigeria. It can be taken with local soup like "Ewedu", "Efo", "Gbegiri" and so on.
Note: This poem is honest lied situation put up for fun of the contest. However, I have feelings that it possesses (some) qualities that could be related to real life situation.

For: "Silly (FUNNY) Poems Only old/new' Contest 
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A

Details | Sonnet | |

The Broken Girl-not me

Is my life not tortured enough for you to see? 
I am broken as can be. 
My heart is torn. 
My tears stain these perfect floors.  
Why are singing with glee? 
Why do you not care about my every plea? 
I am trapped in your arms. 
I am the hopeless moth. 
How did you pick me? 
What is it that you see? 
A girl untouched by life? 
A flower blooming in the desert? 
I have said goodbye to my loving integrity.  
You took that from me through R-A-P-E.

Details | Limerick | |

Fathers Cute Little Words

My fathers’ cute little words and sayings,
Like, that is just for the birds, in lashings.
Akumpucky in way,
Epigutis he’d say.
My father was big man in displaying.

Akumpucky was cream or compound.
Epigutis was the disease he found.
His words were so very cute.
You would never try dispute.
Powerful man would win any round.

Written for

Sponsor Francine Roberts 
Contest Name My Parent 

Details | Limerick | |

The Legend of Smelly Nelly

Smelly Nelly was quite a charming girl,
She wore her hair in braids instead of curls,
Bathing several times per day in the Jewish way,
Yet many scoffed and sniffed,
exclaiming she smelt like manure in hay,
Nelly used expensive oils and attars,
some came from lands very far,
Her raiments were made of the finest silks
but people still told her she smelt
like days old milk,
They shunned and booed her,
talking behind her back,
hoping and praying she would have a heart attack,
The gripe they harbored had nothing to do with
Nelly's smell, it was because her family owned
several oil wells,
Neverthelss, she brought her own lunch which made
her naysayers feel as if they were incompetent bunches,
The farce of living as the Joneses do, never appealed to
Nelly because she knew the value of a dollar,
So while folks snickered and stared, corking their noses
causing her despair,
She sat and ate her snicker doodle sandwiches with her
little pinky waving in the air,
Smelly Nelly they chanted everyday, but she shrugged
her shoulders and continued on her merry way,
Cartier, Chanel and Youth Dew were always in her backpack,
but she knew it was hard for critics to understand her modest lifestyle,
They all rumoured that she lacked!
Afterall, she rather "enjoyed" their ignorance,
watching them treat her as if she were a rotten as mere happenstance,
But Nelly soon conquered her critics by blossoming into a
lovely swan, forgetting about the negativity, and meanness,
leaving the penny section to stew in their own mess......

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Serious Trouble

For like many, having ignored their mother’s calling
Children have learned to identify her warning
For serious trouble will be paid
When procrastination has been overly made
Jamie! I hear as I watch TV
Please take out the trash if you please
Jamie!! I hear for a second time
I will at the end of my show-alright? 
Jamie Robert Hollingsworth the third!!!!!!
The moment of truth- now has arrived
Dashing to the trash as fast as I can travel 
 Before a bruising- caused by a paddle

Details | Verse | |

What No Teeth Grandma

the dried apple-headed
grandma poppet smells
appearing toothless               

in calico*  

Poet: Debbie Guzzi

Details | Rhyme | |

Happy Day of Birth

Dear dead properties, L-o-L
Now back to earth and for what it’s worth
A new year is a laudable blessing commencing rebirth
Advance in life and don’t come back, kidding 
Just don’t retreat or look back
Sweet sixteen I’m glad you’re that
On your back, me support thou sat
Feliz cumpleaños, and good luck
Love, a hungry acquaintance 

Details | Limerick | |

Ginger whinger

There once was a terrible whinger
Whose hair was incredibly ginger
No one liked him at all
So he ran off from school
And went out to train as a ninja

Details | Ode | |

That Crazy Old Doctor

There've been times in my life
 where I've just had to say,
 "I must, give it all up,
 for, it's that kind of day"!
I must, really say this
 I really, just must;
 if I didn't say it,
 then, it wouldn't be, "just".
There's this crazy, old man
 we'll just call him, "Doc";
 who fills up blank pages
 with, "poetical talk".
He's scribbled, and scrabbled
 'til way, past bed-time,
 trying to finish each poem
 and, complete every rhyme.
If he hadn't done this
 he'd surely gone, "mad",
 his nonsensical nature
 was, all that he had!
No hidden agenda
 when first, he wrote down,
 each poem of nonsense
 to erase a childs' frown.
And, Doc always did this
 manipulate, "clues"... that , all of his poems
 were merely geared, to amuse.
He loved to let nonsense
 be the order of the day,
 and, with every poem
 we all smiled, the same way.
His only intention
 was to set our minds, "free",
 his style, just did it
 so, poetically.
With his own tongue, in cheek
we knew we'd been had,
and his poems rhymed perfectly
proving he was no, "fad"!

The volumes of topics
 that Doc's written of,
 included all that could be
 written.....below, and above.
He's written of magic,
 puzzles, and games...
 ..with, strange little creatures,
 with, strange little, "names".
The, crazier his story,
 the saner he'd feel,
 and, the more that we heard
 convinced us they were, "real"!
His poems, were genius
 as he weaved us, a tale;
 with, nonsensical rhymes
 that did so, without..."fail".
"Old Doc", has quit writing
 he's up in heaven,
 this year, his birthday'd ...
 make him, a hundred, and seven!
He's given advice,
 taught what we must do,
 he said, "Be who you are...'s youer,!"
He's maybe still writing
 in, see,
 that'd be just like him
 as, that's who he must, be!
That, silly old doctor... silly, as a goose;
 we all loved his poems,
 for, we loved Dr. Seuss!

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My FAVORITE Classic TV Show

My Favorite Classic T.V. Show A classic t.v. show that I thought was fun and silly. Was one I watched as a child: “The Beverly Hillbillies.” There was Jed. Granny. Jethro and Elly May too. You just didn’t know what these folks were going to do! Granny would offer possum pie or some “vittles.” There was no tellin’ what she was fixin’ in her griddle! This family would “dance a jig.” Or even “sing a song. And then they would all gather around “the cement pond.” It didn’t seem to matter what was served on the dinner plate. Ole Jethro would never get full. No matter how much he ate! Elly loved to have her many animals in the home. No matter where she went. She was never alone! This Clampett family brought joy through our t.v. I still watch this show. But just occasionally. This classic show is from a time in the past. But it still brings good memories that will always last! By Jim Pemberton "The Beverly Hillbillies"

Details | Senryu | |

You Are My Sunshine

<                             covered chocolate
                       bursting ......  cherry implosions
                               over pallets tongue

                                a bit of sunshine
                         waiting for the right peeler ....
                             orange ya glad its you

Details | I do not know? | |

The Cookie

The chocolate cookie sits on the plate, 
Silently beckoning to me.
How could something so sinful as this,
Would taste so heavenly.

I inhale the smell of hazelnut,
So nice, warm and chocolaty.
The smell reminds me of old times,
When my grandma pampered me.

The cookie’s creamy exterior,
Simply melts to the touch.
The thought of eating this cookie,
Excites me so very much.

The wafer’s light and flaky,
As they always are.
The hazelnut taste would fill your mouth,
And make the world seem so far.

The cream is smooth and silky,
It would just melt on your tongue
The sweetness of the cookie, 
Would make you want to jump

O how I wish to eat it!
To savour the rich fire!
Why did I choose this day,
To start on a new Diet!

Details | Verse | |

Two Wailing Babies

So delicious my baby's right cheek
to his brother

Of course he took a hard bite
on that
soft sweet sight

His cruel curiosity was confused,
it's too easy to hurt

My baby threw a wail mile high
his brother
jumped...a fearful cry.

Details | Limerick | |

My baby dreams.

There once was a dream in my sleep
I was out in the fields with my sheep
I wanted to pee
Let it out with glee
I woke up with in a puddle in my keep.

Details | Rhyme | |

Old Men

They used to frighten me
To be around old men
With their backs all bent
Their faces harsh to see
Time's ugly scars etched in
Freckled skin worn so thin.

Their white and thinning hair
And their extra large ears
They look sort of queer
With their bald heads a glare
And canes they use to stand
Held in old bony hands.

So, I spoke to one one day
And then while listening
With eyes a glistening
I was in utter dismay!
To hear the things he'd done
Of his battles lost and won!

We became real good friends
That wise old man and I
And long did I cry
When he met his end
Now, I'm no longer scared
Of old men everywhere!

It's a proper thing anyhow
That I no longer fear
When old men draw near
Because I live with one now
But we never speak, you see
Since that old man.... is me!

                          Timothy I. Brumley

Details | Sedoka | |

A Lifetime Tradition

Grandfather relaxed
While I cleaned his grimed toenails—
He was a tugboat captain.
It was tradition,
As soon as he fell asleep,
I painted his toenails red.

© February 22, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Sedoka me any subject 	
Sponsored by: Russell Sivey

Details | Limerick | |

You're Going To Get It Now But Good

<                             once there was an old cat named chessur
                               only listened to alice for sure
                               but sometimes dissappeared 
                               and left behind grins smear
                               so I've gone mad and shaved off hides fur

Entry For Debbie Guzzi's
Go Ask Alice Contest
        G.L. All

Details | Rhyme | |


This morning I jumped out of bed
Then fell backwards and bumped my head.
I slammed my finger in the door.
The carpet tripped me on the floor.
I bit my lip while chewing eggs,
Spilled sticky OJ on my legs
Which splashed up into my right eye
And really made me want to cry.
Pulled sticky knots out of my hair
Then bruised my left shin on the stair.
When picking roses; got a thorn
Which left my jacket pocket torn.
Oww!  Stubbed my big toe on the street.
That hot macadam burned my feet.
Sat on a hill of hungry ants-
Oops!  Dirtied up my brand new pants.
Whew!  Swung from branches of the trees-
Put fresh grass stains on both my knees.
Got two brush burns from the rope swing,
Need calamine for my bee sting.
Slipped down into the muddy creek;
I knew my clothes were gonna reek!
Had messy, furry cattail fights-
Got five itchy mosquito bites.
Hip-hopped around the sidewalk cracks
And squished three nickels on train tracks.
Cart wheeled real slow back to my house-
Then tried to sneak in like a mouse.
Mom sat me down and wiped my head
And with a fretful look she said,
“Susie, what did you do today?”
“Mom, I’m a kid!  What can I say?”

By Susan Burd © 2011

Details | Limerick | |

The Dog With Clean Teeth

There once was a dog by name of Tiger
She belonged to Kendricks who acquired her
Doris brushed her teeth each week
With Jr.'s  tooth brush so meek
When he learned, said, "Why?"..(She)I did not want mine dirtied sir..

In honor of Brian Strand....

Details | Couplet | |

Fur Ball

<               my little girl came to me and asked for a pet
                 to me my heart just hasn't been quite set

                 but who could resist those baby brown eyes
                 and all those little wimpers and desirable sighs

                 so off we went in our broken down wagon
                 where the rear end you could tell was sagging

                 to petland is where we went
                 pocketbook really took a dent

                 odie and garfield was their chosen names
                 two bunny hampsters very different but the same

                 oh my little girl was not yet done
                 said mama we need hampster ball so they can have alot of fun

                  and don't forget their bedding liners
                  so their living will be much finer

                  but first you must buy them their cage
                  oh my little girl is quite smart for her age

                  she knows they like fruit and snacks
                  so she doubled order with ten sacks

                   ring ring ring ding ding ding
                   did it's cash register ever so did sing

                   eighty five fifty
                   well ain't that nifty

                   handed lady one hundred
                   mumbling under breath was said

                   left store in a hurry
                   with our clothes looking so dam fury

Written By Katherine Stella  7/3/11

Entry For Francine Robert's
Pick A Pet Contest
G.L. All

Details | Couplet | |

Keep Off The Grass

If I paint the grass bright blue
The clouds will not know what to do.
They'll mill about upon the ground
Thinking trees are upsidedown.

Details | Rhyme | |

Twick Or Tweat

How I look forward to October the thirty-first each year!
Though the autumn be chilly and the weather a bit drear,
I have the pleasure of meeting strange little imps by the score,
As they visit, lisping "twick or tweat" at my front door!

The door bell rings constantly it seems as I leap to me feet,
Wondering about the wierd characters that I shall meet!
Will it be a devil or an angel or a frightful ghost?
Whoever it might be, I must be a generous host!

Hordes of fairies, cowboys and Indians grace my stoop,
Along with sheriffs, desperados and soldiers by the troop!
Ferocious pirates, scary skeletons and dreadful witches,
Leer and grin at me, nearly scaring me out of my britches!

Standing regally is a king and queen, each wearing a crown,
Along with their court jester, a gaudily bedecked clown!
There's a sweet little princess decked out in ribbons and lace,
Smiling demurely with cute dimples on her pretty face!

A little secret with which those little monsters I will never share,
But I'll clue you in on my own little Halloween trick if I dare -
I dole out bubblegum, candy corn and stuff I don't care for much,
But keep the Snickers bars, Babe Ruths, Hershey Kisses and such!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Details | Blank verse | |


Been writing these rhymes for a while, 
imagination like quail man, keepin that Doug Funnie style

I keep my world in my mind it can't be contained in a file, 
like My Cousin Vinny I blow you away when on trial

I pick on the game all day like I'm Helga Patacki, 
the lines and rhymes work for me you can call them my lackeys

I work hard at what I do you can never say that I'm slacking, 
my words dump sludge on the negative my own version of fracking

When I write down these words I'm telling a story, 
like Sean Astin in Rudy I'm always striving for glory

I'll be in the game old and gray just start callin' me Maury, 
still on the search for a partner you can just call me Dori

Like the hero in Skyrim I'm on my own quest, 
to rid myself of negativity and get this **** off my chest

I still have much to learn and I'm far from the best, 
but if this life is a final I think I'm passin' the test

Details | Quatrain | |

The Bedpost

There is a collection
On my bedpost.
I hope I’m the one to
Gather the most.

My friends and I all have
Bet each other
To see who can gross out
Their dear mother.

So I work every day
To make it grow
And keep it real tidy
In a neat row.

And last time I checked
Mine was the best
So I think it is time
To give it a test.

Then I call to mom
To come and see
My special collection,
Neat as can be.

When she opens the door,
I point to it.
And as I hoped, she has
A royal fit.

“What the Sam Hill?  I can’t…
Believe my eyes!”
Yup!  My booger collection
Won the grand prize!

By Susan Burd © 2011

Details | Haiku | |

The Black Sheep

We had a black sheep
He used to follow us to school
He was such a fan!

Details | Rhyme | |

Surviving Childhood

When we were kids, was a wonderful time,
Plenty to do and almost no crime.
Ike was in Washington running the show,
But how we survived, I will never know.

Sure, nipples and bottles were sterilized,
And the milk we now drank was pasteurized.
But that is as far as our safety went,
The rest would occur without advice or consent.

Now let us start with those formative years,
When we ate and were changed because of our tears.
Then powdered and placed in our bassinets,
While Mom and Dad puffed on their cigarettes. 
Our cabinets contained no safety locks,
And lead paint coated our building blocks.
No gate at the stairs to stop a nosedive,
It’s a wonder that we are still alive.

Our car seat was the one the whole family used,
Now can you ever remember being bruised?
Cause Mom or Dad’s arm would stop our fall,
And prevented many a close call.

We were never harnessed or ever tethered,
And could run free and totally unfettered.
But if we did fall, and skinned a knee,
Iodine or Bactine was the remedy.

Now when JFK took over the reins, 
We took part in some very perilous games.
Tackle football, with no equipment was one,
And chasing each other with BB guns. 

And climbing a tree to the highest branch,
Was just another way of taking a chance.
King of the mountain was always a thrill,
And a very good test of strength and skill.

Then are wheels went from two to four,
And there were roads and highways to explore.
Often at speeds that were over the limit,
And sometimes resulting in a ticket.
There were many an instance, if we look back,
When we almost gave are parents a heart attack.
But somehow we kept our arms and legs,
And were never treated like a basket of eggs.

But for today’s kids there still may be hope,
And one day they may swing over a pond on a rope.
Or know the fun of an snowball fight,
And washing with Lava before saying goodnight.


Details | Light Poetry | |

I'm suing the doctor who delivered me

(This is a fictional poem)

I'm suing the doctor who delivered me in 1971.
He'll have to file for bankruptsy when I'm done.
I'm suing him because he spanked me.
When I take all of his money, he won't thank me.
I don't remember but that spanking probably hurt.
He had his hand on my butt so he must be a pervert.
the doctor is very unhappy because he's being sued.
My mom says I'm a moron who has no gratitude.
Everybody I talk to calls me a dummy.
I may be stupid but at least I'll have money.

Details | Rhyme | |

A Day In The Sun

A Day In The Sun

Dr. James E. Martin

A day at the beach brought lots of fun, 
To all the kids, to everyone. 
With all the excitement everywhere, 
To excessive sunburn nobody cared. 

After hours of baking in the glaring sun, 
Some began noticing they were getting “well-done.” 
As they began nearing day’s end, 
Perhaps too much time they did there spend. 

The long ride home that afternoon 
Brought misery that would not end too soon. 
To have to sit in that confined space 
Made everyone long for another place.

Upon reaching home and journey’s end, 
To another matter they must now attend. 
As preparation was made for a peaceful night, 
A new realization brought much fright. 

As shirts were removed for a relaxing shower, 
All noticed the results of the sun’s power. 
Where once the skin had natural hue, 
Red, like a lobster, was all too true.

Details | Rhyme | |

A Squirrel's Treat

Now there’s a sound I’ve heard before,
The quietest knock on plastic door,
The squirrel on the other side,
Boldly stands, no need to hide,
He knows that there’s nothing to fear,
From the people within here,
But if he can just look so sweet,
He might just earn himself a treat,
And so he stands with widening eyes,
Hoping for a small surprise,
He waits patiently for bread,
With his tail so bushy and red,
Give him it dry and he might just utter,
“Thank you Miss, but where’s the butter?”

Details | Cinquain | |


of hungry child 
finds unsavoury fare 
in mysterious crevice of 

Details | Free verse | |

The Privvy, Toilet Trolls

Twas sordid that thought
Midwinter handed a lit 
Oil lamp
Showing the way outside to the shiny black paint of
The toilet door

Lift the latch....clunk! as your eyes scoured the darkness the bushes
For bogey men, trolls and murderers

Place lamp on window sill
Put small buttocks on the winter chilled toilet seat

Heart beats at a quickened pace
As a small scared face gazes 
Eyes foraging the white painted walls
For spiders and daddy long legs
Anything that crawls
And flys 
And eats small, small children

Eyes down on two chubby little legs 
Distant from the floor
And go girl go! 
As quick as you can
As the sounds and rustles blown outside are
The bogey man
He's coming after your guts and gore
Push little lady and try to be gone
The doors ripped off its hinges
And you are dragged into the abyss
And they will all read about 
The little lost Miss.... 

Details | Light Poetry | |

Nelli MacGuire

"Nellie MacGuire"
        By Rachel Heffington
Each little room in our house is so nice
But the nicest of all, full of woodsmoke and spice,
Is the kitchen--we almost don't dare to come in
So we walk on our tip-toes and stick out our chins
And peep `round the oven, just hoping to see
That Nellie MacGuire is taking her tea.
Her hair's shiny brown and her cheeks fairly glow
And when she is happy she'll give us some dough.
But if we peep in when her apron is tied
(With a big, fiercesome knot sticking out at the side)
Then she squawks like a hen with a new brood of eggs
And she thumps bread like carpenters thumping in pegs.
And if we are daring and step on the floor
Nell counts up to three and she counts up to four.
Then she purses her lips with a "look at you" face
And sends us off packing right out of the place.
But of course we come back and creep `round by the door
And we see the spice rack full of bakery lore,
The pantry shelves laden with bread light as silk
And the dairy with cheeses and butter and milk.
The fireplace gleaming, the huge iron pot,
And the tea-kettle that sings a song when it's hot.
The cab'net with china-blue flowers and white,
The medicine for when we're sick in the night.
And next to the window with sun streaming through
Holding tea-cup with flowers, some white and some blue,
Sits Nellie MacGuire with apron undone
And we knew now's the time we can start having fun.

Details | Free verse | |


They talk and talk
Running in circles
Trying to make sense
Of what they have, between the two of them.

They both have a lot of baggage, I suppose
Old wounds that haven’t entirely healed
Memories that tug at them when they indulge in reminiscence
Tears they have never shed, anger they have never expressed.

They are a bit like wary children,
Meeting for the first time across a playpen
Wanting to play, but cautious too
Awkward and shy, not sure what will happen
If he isn’t good at peek-a-boo
Doesn’t like to color the flowers pink and blue
And many such things which she likes to do.

Or worse yet, what if he is mean and a bully?
Pulls her pigtails and makes her cry
Destroys her drawing, draws a mustache on her pretty butterfly?
So she is cautious, and quiet as a mouse
Peering at him through her lashes, too shy to tell him to come close.

He, on the other hand, tries to look bored and impressive
And like he has done this a million times
Like he knows a lot, lot more than he actually does
The alphabet, the spelling of his name, songs and rhymes.

He has met girls before; and thought they were silly
Squealed too much, wore clothes that were too frilly.
This girl was no different; she wore a pink bow and carried a dumb doll
But there was something about her, which made him think girls weren’t so bad after all.

She, on the other hand, had never talked to a boy before
Nor had she ever wanted to
Boys were aliens to her, those loud sweaty things
Who eat their nose boogies, and always have something naughty to do.
But this boy, with his big floppy bunny ears;
Something in his voice and his laugh, too
Made her want to sit next to him, and pat his hand when he got a boo-boo.

So they sit, on far ends of the playpen, sneaking peeks at each other,
Making up their minds to ask the other to play together
And changing their minds the next instant-
Maybe it’s not a good idea to be so blatant.

Maybe they will become friends, before the bell rings, before the day is over
Or maybe they will be strangers forever.
However it turns out, they will be okay
Because that is children’s way-
They always end up finding someone with whom to play.

Neither of them knows how they feel about each other
Or if anything at all
All they know is that they want the other to stick about
At least long enough for them to figure it out.

So that is the story, of two grown-up children
Trying to make life happen
Reaching out for something that looks golden
But then again
Even if it they end up mistaken,
They’ll eventually find the right person
Somewhere in this big wide playpen.

Details | Limerick | |

Roman Wedlock

A baby, pious, was born by aide
He named it Gaias, and felt like a jade
While he cried,
Cause mommy died.
His wife hired yet another maid. 

Details | Limerick | |

Job Interview

There once was a boy, named Abdul;
Went to get a job, fresh out of school. 
All dressed up like July,
With a bow and a tie;
But left his fly open, what a fool!

Details | Light Poetry | |

Cough Drops And Applesauce

Cough Drops and applesauce 
Is what the doctor gave to me 
I don't mean to complain 
But in my side 
I feel a great big pain 
And doctors orders I'll oblige
 It is bad enough 
Every day is getting tough 
And now I am just out of luck 
Stuck with nothing but a cough 

It's been driving me insane 
Living here in all this pain 
It has made my life a very hard thing 
I really don't want to complain 
But I've been left out in the pouring rain 
And tomorrow is another day 
Same to come, same old way  

Details | Limerick | |

Lock Up

<                             once there was a girl locked in closet
                               dear old dad said well thats what you get
                               little did he come know
                               let out by little bro
                               but recaptured by moms fishing net 

Entry For Leighann Anderson's
Sea Of Words Contest
G.L. All                               

Details | Lyric | |


My rhymes are timeless while this time is lifeless
why is life this kind less, reminds me that this
mind is spineless ready to tip and quit, as
my lies become mindless and get swollen shut
and Stuck up inside my sinus
Drivin in my prime but with no optimus
Victim to the flip-side of the Midas
Running through my blood like a virus
The sun makes my skin mundane
rubbin on ben gay but get arthritis
touch spermicide and converts to hepatitis
I hit the plus sign but it just musters up a minus
I'm seen sucking my thumb like the peanut's Linus
I run and duck when I hear the sirens cause
I abducted the president's Nike air pumps
now air force one is trying to find us
I'm at my desk obsessin about success but
This whole time its been right behind us

Details | Cowboy | |


Tainted love 
or tired love?
Smug attitudes
and weak games
Look at you!
Your such a lame!
Me cry?! Ha! Not no more!
Five point five years
What a joke?!
All you do is lie
Keep smoking your life away!
Wake up before its too late!
Before this love turns into hate!
Your too old to act this way!
Your too comfortable
You cant stay!
In my life!
In my way!
Goodbye to you!!!

Details | Rhyme | |


Daley Thompson's Decathlon
A game that made your fingers throb
And Pacman was an intriguing game
A mission of sticking things in his gob
Who could ever forget Space Invaders
A quest to blitz the monster's before you were reached
And Donkey Kong was a journey towards the animals breach

The last 20 years have been a video game extravaganza
From the Atari to the PS3
And Nintendo and XBOX have followed suit
But made board games obsolete
They have fastly become the 21st century babysitter
Able to hypnotise your child with ease
And catapult them into a fantasy world
Where gladiators are killing giant cheese

This extravaganza is no laughing matter
We need to fight against this electronic regime
Instead of paying £39.99 for things like FIFA 13
It's time to take back our children
Allow them to be innocent again
And rather than locking them a way in a room
Take them to the park again

Details | Light Poetry | |

Can I Mommy?Please Please Please(footle)

                           "Said NO"

                           "Now GO"

Details | Narrative | |

A Sister's wish

"It has to be a girl," she had firmly announced,
My sweet little daughter, always craved for a sister!
So the news of a would-be sibling, did make her glad.
She had jumped and bounced.

"A girl would be perfect, boys are messy,
"I'd play my dolls with her and read princess stories",
Said my daughter, who was all girlie-girlie
She kept things in order, was neat and tidy, even a bit fussy!

She'd shopped for pink blankets, rompers, spoons and forks!
Smart girl that she is, she very well knew
"Babies don't come from hospitals nor gifted from temples
Neither are they dropped by visiting storks!"

She would be there for pregnant momma, a helping hand to lend.
She'd pat the sick mother and soothe her with a touch
Fetch her a glass of water
would not allow her to bend!

"My sis would look like me", so said Sara
Ecstatic she was about the brand new arrival
she promised even her stuff to share!
Found a rhyming name, "I'll call her Aura."

One fine day, mommy gave birth to a son
Hale and hearty, Sweet and chubby.
The family rejoiced but the sister said,
"Its not going to be fun."

"Give him back to the doctor, We won't keep this boy",
She said over the phone and with a frown on her face
She came visiting. Took the baby in her lap,
Saw his Angelic face and was filled with joy.

"He is cuter than any baby in the world can be", said she
Stroking her brother
"His skin is so soft and his fingers so tiny,
Well, we'll take him home, he looks just like me!"

Details | Rondeau Redouble | |


Joanna davis 

A smile can bring a breath of fresh air
to a heart that’s been broken
or a soul in despair

A smile needs no sound
Sometimes your mouth will open
and you teeth shine out

A smile is infectious
just look and see...
I think you’ve just caught
that crater from me!

Details | Limerick | |

Old Christmas Tune

There once was a lad, he was two. 
Christmas always did make him blue.
In Santa he believed
But gifts he din receive
Cause granny believed in Santa too.

Details | Sonnet | |

Holiday Mishaps

The room looks over and starts to chuckle.
An oddly beautiful stream of cider
Erupting from the nose of my uncle.
Kids waiting for a Christmas night rider,

All hoping to finally see Saint Nick.
Aunty Mary stands up and starts to twirl,
Nigh knocking over a lamp, she stops quick,
And she instead flattens the nearest girl.

Family running to see if she is fine,
We end up running into each other.
Dinner’s done, I head for the starting line,
And I’m elbowed in the face by brother.

It wouldn’t be family, well I assume,
Lack a trip to the emergency room.

Details | Rhyme | |

The Mum

The first to wake
Another day
Another show
Boom boom, shake shake
Sleepy yawns
Wakey wake

Supermarket run
I used to find them so much fun
Until she decided to scream and shout
Bring it on girl
Loud and all out
I’ll just go and hide on my cloud

Ready steady bake
Last to eat the cake
“Have you had some Mum?”
No darling, you take

Mechanical moves
Automated mind
I don’t mind
I’d like for you to shed me
Some kind
Spend some time
To simply find
It’s healthy at times to be blind

I push, I pull
Kids to school
I wish I were just 
Horizontal in a pool

I could just walk out
“No mum that’s not cool”
Would I be such a fool?
But I’m the queen you know
I make the rules

The irritating whining song
A bell at the door
I really need a manicure; it’s been so long
Door again
Ting tong
“What took you so long?”
I’m sorry 
I was busy window-shopping in Hong Kong

“Where’s my glove mum?”
Deep breathes, play dumb
“Where’s my recorder mum?”
One, two, three
Numb numb
“Sweetheart bring me the remote”
Here darling, stick it up your bum

The first to wake
The first to leave home
I want to be first in bed some days
To sit around and just laze
I need a haircut, some highlights
“Are you listening mum?”

Details | Free verse | |

Crackers ‘n' Cheese

I was a-munchin’ ‘n’ a-crunchin’ on some crackers ‘n’ cheese
When a-someone or a-somethin’ came ‘n’ tickled my knees –

With her tail up in the air in a question mark tease,
‘Twas my little grey kitten mewin’ wide-green eyed pleas –

Beggin’ of her human, “Oh kind human, please
Won’t you let me share in yer crackers ‘n’ cheese?”

I looked into her tiny face ‘n’ made the choice with ease –
Doncha know that to my heart this kitten holds the keys?

I felt her purrs flow past me, a gentle, liltin’ breeze,
 ‘N’ now my kitten’s doin’ the munchin’ on my crackers ‘n’ cheese!

Details | Senryu | |

Disco Ball

Disco Ball
Frenetic feet tap;
Across the room
Shy boys gather,
First dance jitters crawl.

Details | Rhyme | |

You Do Not Always Get What You Want

You Don’t Always Get What You Want

Two kids: A tall girl and a short boy, 
Sat at the table with frowns on their face.
Anxious to play with a brand new toy,
They pushed noodles from place to place.

Mother left the room to answer the door.
Jim, the boy said to Jill, the girl,
“Wonder what Auntie got at the store?”
“A dolly,” she said, “With a cute little curl!”

Jim started crying and kicking his chair
“Don’t say such a thing that can’t be true-
I don’t want a doll with golden hair!
My toy will be brown, or green, or blue.”

Soon, Mother returned with a sparkle in her eye.
She knew that the kids were waiting to know
What their favorite aunt had found to buy.
Jim got a Barbie, and Jill got a  yo-yo.

Contest Name: children in rhyme 
Sponsor: Francine Roberts 

Details | Burlesque | |

Tiniest Show-stopper

Prosti-tots, Oh hail!
To the ubberous amounts of stage make -up,
The three year old thong, not made in size four,
Hairspray to threaten the ozone for getting in its way,
Shouting parents, too humble to whisper,
Made-up sex toys, batteries not included: they run off natural sugar instead,
Mistic tans: 30 $
False teeth:500$
Lessons in Poise and dance: 600$
Travel expenses: 1,000$
Living your overaged dreams through prepubescent minors:priceless
There are some dreams money can't buy; for everything else there's child pagents

Details | Rhyme | |

Zippedy Do Dah

 <                                      Zippedy  Do  Dah  

                                         Zippedy     Day  

                                       Open    Hearts    Souls

                                       Sing    Loud     Today

                                           Zippedy   Do   Dah  

                                           Zippedy          Day  

                                    Thank    You    Sweet     Lord

                                     Bountys    Come   My    Way

                                           Zippedy  Do  Dah   

                                           Zippedy        Day   

                                          Smell   Frangrence

                                   From    Flowers    Picked   Today

                                           Zippedy  Do   Dah   

                                           Zippedy      Day   

                                        Hugs      And      Kisses

                                To     Children    Comes   My   Way

                                           Zippedy   Do   Dah   

                                           Zippedy          Day   

                                           Join    With    Me

                                          Sunshine's    Hooray   

                                           Zippedy  Do   Dah   

                                           Zippedy         Day   

                                          Keep    This   Tune 

                                          Going     All       Day

                                          Zippedy   Do    Dah   

                                          Zippedy           Day   

                                  Not    Sure    Rythem    Rhyme

                                 Will   March    Same    Way ...   Hey  !

                                          Zippedy   Do    Dah   

                                          Zippedy          Day   

                                                 Been    Fun  

                                            Must   Be   On    Way

                                             Zippedy   Do  Dah   

                                             Zippedy         Day   

                                  Thanks  Dane  Ann  Smith  Johnson

                                 For  Contest   To   Join   And   ...   Play

Details | Rhyme | |


Somebody came up with this great, fancy idea,
which in time turned into an unstoppable mania;
I was called prince...I had some blue blood in me,
but not living in a castle and considered true royalty!
I profoundly thought to myself, " Can't I  live
in that magical world of make-believe?"
On the way to school, I saw a sharp outfit somehow tight
that the Merchant of Venice wore to seduce his sweetheart. 
Rushing into that small shop, I asked the salesperson with elegant flair,
" Can I try this costume on? expecting a positive answer.
She looked and me and uncertainty sparked on her middle-aged face,
" The pants is a bit too big for you, little prince...but we can add lace
to tighten up your small waste!"upon hearing that, I became frantic and began to dance.
Everyone at the Halloween Party admired my royal costume...a costume fit for a prince! 

Written by Andrew Crisci
for Russell Sivey's contest,
" Halloween Fun "

Details | Ballad | |

bad childrens storys

humpty dumpty sat on a wall
when he knew his big butt was going to fall
why did he even get up there at all
a round guy on a tiny ledge
so he fell off and crack his head 
now humpty dumpty is just scrambled eggs

jack and jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of ,yea right
that boy did;nt follow her just for water that night
i think he cause they had a fight
you know what it sounds like to me  
like he was just working on a strategry
another little love story ending up in tradergdy

old mother hubbard went to the cubbard to get her poor dog a bone
now why did she go there knowing her cubbards were bare 
and she didnt have  any food of her own
instead of wasting time looking on the shelf
she should let the dog go and fend for himself

but my favorite is the three little pigs
now here  a story that i can really dig 
even though the big bad wolf blew thier house down
 those little pigs still stood their ground
kinda like red riding hood did 
when that wolf tried to diguise himself
 in her grandmothers wig

 we tell these story to our kids
just like our parents and their parents did
we add our own words in from time to time 
putting a whole new view on nursery rymes
as we lose ourself in the stories we often wonder why
because we know in real life fairy tales are just a lie

Details | Verse | |

Pink Slime

Pink Slime, Pesticides
And chicken thighs bigger than my thighs

And we wonder why there is an increase
in learning disabilities among children today 
I say it’s because the process, that the food is processed and grown and raised, is
compromised by demand, money, greed or fame. 
I do understand that demand is high 
so we have to do somethin’

So to compete, we inject hormones into the very animal or plant that is sold for consumption
So now we eat these hormones and our bodies are stressed because of the added pesticides and  herbicides and other sh#! that’s hard to digest  

I mean what’s really the cause?
There’s more kids with disabilities today than there ever was  
I say it’s because like the story is told in the verses, that knowledge is increasing in man and the result is not what He purposed. 

Pink Slime and Pesticides..We’re eating stuff that’s been chemically grown inside…and chickens bigger than my thighs

Details | Rhyme | |

I believed I could Fly

I climbed a tall tree one day when I was young Walked out on a branch while staring at the sun Holding onto some limbs I started to bounce up and down Not thinking about the fact that I was twenty feet from the ground So I closed my eyes to really enjoy this new found fun With the warmth on my face of the early morning sun I started thinking about God and perhaps he would allow me to fly So I let go of the limbs I was hanging onto at both sides For a moment I felt a strong embrace that filled me with his love Then down out of the tree to the ground I fell with a thud Everything on my left side was now on my right And I carried this pain with me all through that night I will never forget that day I truely believed I could fly And how thankful to God that I am still alive
Dan Kearley:6-28-11 (4)

Details | Verse | |

Grattitude First lesson in Christian Living

Dear little pony, the children’s clown,
Rough mane stands tall, his thick tail tumbles down.
Jiggety, jog.  Yes, some riders have frowned.
Dad can ride him with two feet on the ground!
He’s a tough little, nuggety, wonderful chap
Who can live on the roughest of diet mishap.
We don’t feed him oats much, he’ll founder on those,
But if you can ride him you’re right home and hosed!
He’s full of the tricks that intelligence brings.
He’s always a challenge until mummy sings
Out loud, lets him know that he can’t get away
With presenting his backside to children today.
The children must learn how to command him too.
It isn’t the easiest thing they must do,
But they look for the pleasure of riding again,
So they learn how to handle tough diamond disdain.
They must learn how to stop him from racing away
Towards home when his head is turned facing that way.
His mind is on resting with food in his trough,
But his job is to teach, and he does it but tough!
Tough diamond’s a doorway to wonderful thrills
In the glorious world of the horseman’s spills
And great challenges.  Once you can master this rascal
Nothing can daunt you.  Introductory sample
Of every excitement that riding can offer,
He’s cute, pert, adorable, and he can proffer
Essential abilities.  Gratitude is
The gateway to mastery, sire of bliss!
Every offence becomes laughable when
You think back to this tough little customer. Then
Your mind turns to teaching, as Daddy once did.
No more can the mud of offence cause a skid.
You’ll go round it.  Or jump it. There’s no need to fall
 When Gratitude’s mastered.  Remembering all
Those scuffles you had that your dad helped you through,
You’ll mother, or father, or teach others too.

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Got my first bike at nine, its color was red, 
fell off nine times and bled from my legs, 
ma covered my scratches and cuts with nine bandages,
barely nine, I drove my dad's car and crashed,
nine kisses and hugs I gave to beautiful Lucy, 
got whipped more than nine times for playing hooky,  
nine stitches on my head for jumping a fence, 
I had nine glasses of cold milk for breakfast...
nine times I burped and made my classmates laugh!

Details | I do not know? | |

More than weather, can be frightful or Unseasonal Christmas

Used to be the weather was frightful
People covered themselves from head to toe
Now, despite the fact it’s Christmas season
I see more sand, than I see snow
The temperatures keep on elevating
To the moon, they just seem to rise
Oh, where is the Christmas of yesterday
The rosy cheeks, windows fogged with ice

It’s just too warm now for Christmas
Too hot to shop, too hot to run around
Santa’s working at the pole in a speedo
That’s nothing, we wanna see come to town

Frosty, it seems we’re not gonna see him
Heat miser, now, has gotten his day
Can’t ole Jack Frost do something about this
And chase the warm weather away
No need to chop wood set for burning
The heated air replaces that in the hearth
I hope it gets cold and very soon, too
Because Christmas puts warmth in everyone’s heart

It’s just too warm now for Christmas
Too hot to shop, too hot to run around
Santa’s working at the pole in a speedo
That’s nothing, we wanna see come to town

Oh, when Christmas day finally gets here
Right now, I’ll tell ya, all I wanna see
Are people with scarves and gloves on their hands
And snow bringing life to all barren trees
I want the temps to chill me right to the bone
That’s when I’ll know it’s Christmas time
Who wants to look up and see a sleigh
With a fat man in a speedo, flying around

It’s just too warm now for Christmas
Too hot to shop, too hot to run around
Santa’s working at the pole in a speedo
That’s nothing, we wanna see come to town

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The Qualities That a True Friend Must Have

What are the qualities that a friend should
have – that which would make a true friend so true?
A friend is one whom you like to be with
while a true friend insists on being with you.

A friend likes you when you have so much in
common. True friends like you who for who you are.
True friends make you feel as though they are at
all times near, although they are very far.

A true friend is one whom you can always
talk to, even at night when it is late -
when loved ones are asleep, a true friend is
always there to hear what you have to say.

Friends like to share, but a true friend always
gives you – not what you want, but what you need.
The feelings you hide, as well as your thoughts,
and your dreams,  a true friend can always read.

A friend may forgive you or they may not
forgive, for something wrong you’ve done to them.
A true friend forgives even when you don’t
ask. True friends forgive - again and again.

Friends are close when you are close to them. A
true friend wants your friendship to be closer.
A true friend does what is best for you, and
hates that you would end up with the losers.

A true friend teaches you lessons to help
you grow – lessons that are hard and easy.
A true friend is always there - having a
true friend can never make you feel lonely.

Friends may sometimes make mistakes, but a true
friend is always careful not to hurt you.
A true friend is a guide and a teacher.
A true friend knows everything you go through.

The true friend I mention is our God,
who kept you company before you were born.
The friendship of God, if you truly keep
and cherish, you will never feel forlorn.

The true friend we all need is God (Allah) –
the One who guides and can teach us lessons,
the One who hears our calls and understands,
the One always near – in every season –

Allah, as a Friend, never judges us
by the way we look and how we appear.
Allah, as a Guide, if we ask Him for
guidance, He guides us and makes our paths clear.

Allah is with us – each day and each night –
He is always there when all are asleep.
Allah always listens when others don’t.
He gives you comfort when He sees you weep.

Fortunate are those who have Allah as
a Friend. Friendship with God is friendship true.
May Allah bless me with His Friendship and
May Allah’s Friendship be shared with you too.


Miriam / Mariam Mababaya

Details | I do not know? | |

Santa's big Surprise Visit

T'was the night before Christmas,and up on
the roof,Was heard a loud noise,made by
many a hoof!Fat old Santa grabbed his bag
of goodies from that magical sleigh,Down
the chimney he fell,after dizzily losing
his unbalanced way!Out thru the fire place
he wobbled and strutted,Ashened in black
soot,with expletives that he had muttered
He looked to his left and he looked to his
right,T'was two big ole' Rottweillers
looking to fight!With a chomp to his rump
and a tear to his britches,This would have
to be tended by Mrs.Santa Clause,T'would
have to sew up with many a stitches!The
sleigh took off towards the Pole,While in
his fanny was a great gaping bloodied torn

Details | Light Poetry | |

We, the Students

                                                   We, the Students

The classroom may seem to you,
As a place very serious,
But there are monkeys,
The ones most mischievous.

We, the students, are there in disguise,
We may appear very serene and wise,
But to this coin, there is another side,
Which all neglect; try to avoid.

Angels in white dress,
Above the head a golden ring,
From inside, with horns and tails,
We're a devil- like thing.

Heads are stable, faces with smile,
Legs are busy kicking all the while.
Behind the book, the head one hides,
And is busy talking with the one besides.

The teacher turns to the board to write,
The students start their chalk fight,
When, about the scientific progress is told,
Various paper planes, in our hand, we hold.

When is taught the history of mankind,
The delicious food is dreamed of by our mind,
Busy is the pencil and the pen,
Renovating faces of great men.

When, the knowledge, the teacher feed,
Jokes, beneath our desk, we read,
Very skillfully all this is done,
Nothing is noticed by anyone!

Details | Rhyme | |

The Dashing Barnstormer

Over the horizon is heard the sputtering engine of an unusual bird.
Trailing a billowing plume of smoke, it looked so pathetically absurd!
Coming into view was an old Curtiss Jenny of World War One fame.
Used only as a trainer, faster, more stable planes put it to shame!

The dashing young pilot buzzed the field and waved to the crowd.
Distraught moms covered the ears of their kids to ease the din so loud!
He did a barrel roll and a loop and people thought the man insane!
He made a wobbly landing, alit, gazing about with haughty disdain!

Doffing his goggles, his oil-stained face looked like that of a raccoon.
The handsome interloper caused young ladies to gasp and swoon.
He smiled a smile that would light up the night and gallantly salutes!
He's so striking in his breeches, helmet, leather jacket and shiny boots!

He grandly announced, "For five bucks I'll take you for a ride,
In good old faithful Jenny here, my joy and my pride!
Now don't be shy, step right up!  How about you there, Dad?
Let me give the thrill of a lifetime to that there young lad!"

The young fellow with his Ma and Pa did earnestly plead.
Ma and Pa argued about it and Ma tearfully agreed.
That flight sparked a burning flame in the soul of that young boy!
He became a World War Two fighter ace much to his parent's joy!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

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My Middleschool Rant

I made this poem in middle school. :D There was more to it, but I can't remember much anymore sadly... :(

My mother was an ostrich, my father was a squirrel My boyfriend fell in love with another lovely girl I’m trying to stay sober, I’m trying to stay clean My teachers all are angry and my boss is very mean I woke up in the dumpster, my money was all gone It was better than the time when I woke up on the lawn I got raped by a turkey, went out with a snail I never get good letters, just death threats and blackmail My cat pissed in my backpack, my brother’s humping chairs I choked on a tic tac, Grandma pushed me down the stairs I j-walked way too much, I finally ended up in jail My parents will not help me—it’s a thousand dollar bail! My mom is flipping out, my dad is mad again And Grandma is upset because, well, Grandpa—he likes men… On my thirteenth birthday, he taught me how to shoot He pushed me off an airplane, without a parachute! I thought my life was over, but then I heard people clap I pulled myself up …I was lying in cow crap. There were monsters all around me, I thought I was alone But then I realized the dreaded truth: I was only back at home

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Poetry About Poetry

Shades of color bounce within
Singing their hues dancing in place
Vivid lines colored outside
Rules broken with empty space
A midnights dream heard and seen
Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye
Wings touched flown and plucked
Gliding like a bird up in the sky
Wishes from pennies thrown into tears
The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain
Drowning from the shadows 
The flood paints the day
Words speak volumes of silence hidden
Their sounds blind to what they see
Mirrors of nouns and verbs 
Their meaning and secrets lost at sea
Emotions ruled by laws of language
Spelled in boxes of glass
Melted from sands inside
That voices strangle to grasp

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The world is a perplexing place
So much beauty and so much evil all tied into one
I started having fun when I was way too young 
I’ve walked down both sides of the tracks
The adrenaline rush was like smoking crack  
Being naive and carefree I thought I was living the ideal life
By the time I was fifteen I had experienced it all
Sometimes I managed to pull myself up
However temptation was too great, despite knowing the toll
I felt like I had lost my soul
I didn’t realize I was just being used and abused
I used to think I was being cool, but now I realize I was surrounded by a bunch of dumb
ass fools
People I thought were my friends all did me wrong in the end
I put my trust into the wrong hands and then one day reality struck
I found myself stuck
I learned the hard way
I literally found myself fighting for my life and ended up being taught the strength
The strength I had within myself all of these days
I refuse to live in fear
That’s when I decided to change my ways
I was forced to grow up way to young
My life had been like one disastrous play
I took back control in every plausible way
I could no longer kick and scream
For I was done living in this catastrophic dream
It was my fight to fight and it was all up to me
There are no magic pills, no quick fixes
Only I could choose to remain a victim
I get upset if anyone takes pity, even though a few years were extremely gritty
I found my inner strength on my own, even when the stress makes me feel like I am about to
Like a erasing the scarlet letter I shall no longer where that frown
I chose to let myself be free
Knowing I am the only one who holds the key
The key to unlock and release myself from the pain
Now everyday is like a surprise
I see the world through a fresh pair of eyes
I take advantage of that as much as I can
I try to look for the beauty and pureness everywhere I turn
I would not let myself be tainted from the past
Life passes by so fast
Forget the scary things I have done, for in a moment you can be gone
Take that leap of faith and wear a smile upon your face

Details | Free verse | |

12:40 AM: Still Watching TV

Feelin' fine
On a Sunday night, despite my
Lack of sleep
I need sleep for school tomo
I'm a crazy boy, I know!
Watchin' film 
Watchin' DODGER games 
And Lakers Games
With my brother and sister on red couch 
T.V. night tonight! 
Watchin' screen eagerly
Watchin' scary movie
Watchin' my bro's tennis match
Watchin' cartoons

Like Spongebob and.... 

Never mind that! 
No one needs tah no dat!

Details | Limerick | |

The Birds and Bees

When I learned of the birds and the bees
I got dizzy and fell to my knees
I saw two flies "dance"
My friend saw the chance
She taught with a doctor's expertise 

By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February 16, 2012
for Birds and the Bees contest (Royal Trevino)

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Sacred Passage

God of light conquer my fear from within

An eclipse of the sun has tainted my inner vision
Who are we to have believed yet achieved
Some are even caught in its pickle;
Stranded as two love birds caught in a fickle

Sacred Passage
The uniting of two hearts so far away we will pray
God of heaven take delight on my poetry
Look highly favorable amidst the summoned truth

Like a lost carriage we take our flight away

Far from the lost brevity in exchange of honesty
The silence has etched its memory in our brains
Shattered by the moment of upheaval and then,
Sacred Passage;

We look humbly then often deeper then ever before

In exchange of honesty its just Studio 54?

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My Bicycle

When I had my first bicycle, I must have been eleven
It was bought for me to ride to school, just my idea of heaven
Yet in me was a devil that when with my mate came out
And soon our village neighbours, would begin to scream and shout

My bicycle was green as I remember looking back
I raced it round the village like it was my racing track
A used cigarette packet was clipped on the frame next to the spokes
When ridden now the bike sounded like a motor cycle folks

Now around the village we both rode making noise
It did not please the village oldies but then boys will be boys
We decided we would wind, up the village witch
Who at the time got us into trouble the horrible old *****

We would ride round the old folk’s house making a noise so loud
The old witch would be livid and that would make us proud
So we rode up to the houses my mate said here we go
But alas I lost my nerve and as round the old folk’s houses he rode

I shouted out quite loudly so the old witch would know 
Then her head it did pop out the window her fury was a glow
My mate was really furious he chased me up the road
Pedalling fast in front of him and looking back to goad

If he had ever caught me he would have killed me there and then
Next day it was forgotten and we were friends again
Yet biking would become our love what we enjoyed the best 
As for the village people, they still think we are a pest

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' Knock - Knock Jokes ... ( Quirky, Yes )

Aahhhh, The Quirky/Idiosyncrasies of MoonBee

Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
     Icky …
Icky Who ?
… Never Mind, I’ll Come Back Later …

Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
    Juan …
Juan Who ?
I Don’t Know, What Do You Have In Mind ?

Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
    Hula …
Hula Who ?
Yes, When I Was Young …

Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
   Toodle …
Toodle Who ?
  … Ok

Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
   Bye-Bye …
Bye-Bye Who ?
Look Lucy, We Found Ricky !

Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
      Nu …
Nu Who ?
Well, If You Know Who, Why You Ask ?

Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
     Woo …
Woo Who ?
… Ok, Who’s In Trouble ?

(The Obvious-Obvious, One)

Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
     Who …
Who Who ?
Late Night, Huh ?

Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
    Yu …
Not Me !
Yeah … Yu !

Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
    Yu ! …
You Who ?!
… Hi …

Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
     Yu !
Naaaaa, Naaaaa Interested !

Knock, Knock …
Who’s There ?
    Boo …
Boo Who ?
Wait, I’m Not A Bill Collector !

                               Knock, Knock …
                      Who… who oo ‘s  There ?
                                  Sue …
                           Su suu sue, Who ?
            (but then Door Opens, With A Crash
               Double-Barrel, Points Out, Blasts
     The Knocker Runs Fast, as Voice Shouts Out Rash
“ … Sue That ! and Don’t Come Back Talking ‘bout Whiplash”
          And The Man Sits Back Down, To Finish His Glass

                                 - - - - - - - - - - - -

              Oh, Darn, I’m Out Of Egg-Nog and Jack D
               Now, How Can I Make My Moonlight-Tea
             Well, It’s Back To The Market, For MoonBee
                                       He He He ! …

                            Have A Great Day, Y’all …


Details | I do not know? | |

My Tooth, My Friend (Children's Poem)

I lost my tooth the other day
I couldn’t find it to my dismay
I looked and looked and still no!
Where has my tooth decided to go?

Mom told me not to cry, worry so,
A brand new tooth will start to grow
I didn’t care, I wanted it back!
I saw my smile, I’d seen what I lacked!

It was there when I first rode my bike 
And there when Dad and I took a hike
I thought it was happy, wanted to stay
I’d never thought it would go away!

And just as I started to cry and sob
When I was biting into my corn on the cob
I felt something strange, something quite odd
I looked at my Mom, she gave me a nod

I ran to a mirror quick as I could
And just as I always thought it would
My tooth was just hiding, playing a game!
Coming in where it left and it looked the same!

You silly tooth, you had me worried!
Now quick start to grow and please try to hurry
After my corn, I’m eating some fish
You know that’s not my favorite dish!

So me and my tooth are together again
I gave Mom a smile, I found my old friend!
I finished my meal and let out a giggle
That’s when I felt another tooth wiggle!

Details | Haiku | |

Koolaid Kisses

                              Long koolaid kisses
                          Red cherry lips frozen sweet
                        A smiling embrace

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Why Things Happen

My mama always told me
I should follow a Holy path
For if I ever veered off course
I’d face God’s mighty wrath

God works in mysterious ways
I know this to be true
If you read my words below
I know you’ll believe it too

One day when I was six
To my mom I did talk back
God came in disguised as Dad
And gave my bottom such a smack

Another time when I was nine
I skipped my nightly prayer
That night I dreamt of monsters
God gave me such a scare

One time I stole some candy
God’s rage I did spawn
For when I got home that day
My brand new bike was gone

It was just a few years later
When caught I told a lie
Rains poured down from heaven
Mom said I made God cry

Even as an grown up woman
I’ll sometimes make a blunder
Then I cringe and hold on tight
While waiting for God’s thunder

Have you ever been in a hurry
And every light turned red
Have you ever stood beneath a tree
And had a bird poop on your head

Have you ever went to water your lawn
And found a hole  in your hose
Or had a very special date
And gotten a pimple on your nose

Now you may think it’s just bad luck
When things don’t go as planned
Truth is, you’ve been scolded
By God’s almighty hand

Details | Rhyme | |



So sorry…..
I can’t spend the night--
Would give my daddy jitter fright.
My mother would not sleep at all,
If I don’t kill bugs as they crawl.

If I ‘m not there to scrub the sink,
Neither one would sleep a wink.
I can’t spend the night---
Nightmares will chase them left to right.
If I don’t stay with mom and dad,
Who’ll keep my dog from getting sad?

I can’t spend the night.
I would like to,
But isn’t right.
Must tuck my daddy safe in bed,
Listen to the prayers he’s said.
Kiss my mother on her face--
So she knows I’m in my place.

I would love to stay with you,
But my parents need me too!

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Pride and joy

When I was young I had a car
It didn’t cost too much
It didn’t have a speedo
It didn’t have a clutch
The doors, they wouldn’t open
And the roof was non existent
The wheels were always squeaking
And the noise was quite persistent
It didn’t have a gear stick 
And the windscreen wasn’t there
This was my pride and joy, and so
I really didn’t care
The only thing that bugged me was
Should it begin to shower
I couldn’t get home quick
‘cause, it was only pedal power

Details | Couplet | |

Little Children

Oh, what a joy little children are ! Juice in the video, sick in the car. Untidy bedroom, scattered toys, girls playing nurses with little boys. Dogs' tails being pulled, a cat's on fire, interrupting the moments of love and desire. Passing the blame for their little crimes, playing with frogs all covered in slime. Screaming their heads off in a plush restaurant, having a tantrum when refused what they want. Arriving home late covered in mud, not going to bed when they know they should. Non-stop talking while dad's watching telly, splashing the walls with ice-cream and jelly. Chocolate stains on their Sunday best, painting funny pictures on granddad's vest. Why do parents' voices echo from afar, Oh, what a joy little children are !

Details | Sonnet | |

Gone Too Far

That’s not my elephant, officer, though she is pink.
She is right in front of your vehicle sir, I think.
Not too big, but not too small, her name is Ella.
I would say she likes to carry her pink umbrella.
I bet those second graders can see her just fine.
Yes, officer, I bet that they never drank any wine.
So to say, she is not there, will start some fights.
So remember that my faith is in the bill of rights.
She dances so fine around, around over the lot.
Upon tips of her toes, she cannot smoke pot.
However, she can eat spaghetti, with meatballs hot,
She loves to slurp, and swing the noodles in trot.
Don’t you see her now, over on top of that car?
Well, sir, you’re under arrest, you’ve gone too far.

Written for

Sponsor Matt Caliri 
Contest Name That's Not My Elephant 

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The Folded Jet

You start with a paper so crisp and white,
You redo the first fold until it’s just right.
You continue to fold it whichever way,
If only the folds would decide to stay.
You crease it and crease it until at last,
The plane zooms past the Mazda, which travels fast.
But no sooner than it left your hand,
It found its way into the plastic trash can

Details | Quatrain | |

Ditsy Moment

Ditsy moment, wow!
This takes me back a few years
I think I was aged about twelve
It left my father in tears

It was on a summers morning
I was sound asleep in bed
Subconsciously I heard my father shout
And throw something at my head

"Hey James get up,
Your going to be late for school"
I sat up straight in bed
Hurrying not to break the rules

Quickly I got dressed
As I rushed for a bite to eat
It's then that I noticed my father
Crying in his seat

His tears turned to laughter
As he struggles to calmly say
"I'm sorry my son I just couldn't resist
In fact it's really Saturday"

Looking back at that time
Today it's still funny to me
But you really had to see
Me sitting up as stiff as a tree

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Childhood Fears

It lived in the toy box
It lived under the bed
It lived in the closet 
And under the shed

It lived in the basement
All musty and dark
It lived in the hallway
It lived in the park

It lived under the bushes 
That grew by the fence
It lived in the woods
Where the trees were so dense

It lived in the attic
Where old trunks were kept
It was stealth and quite sneaky
It attacked when I slept

Dad would come to my rescue
When I was afraid
He would check out the closets
He would close all the shades

He would leave on a night light
Outside of my room
He swept under the bed
With mom’s old battered broom

He would hug me and tell me
I was big and so brave
Then he’d yell at the boogie
And make it behave

So tonight I was called
To my little ones room
I smile as I walk in
To defeat boogies that loom

Details | Free verse | |

A Difference

We can make a difference

We can wallow in the feat
Where all souls meet
At the foot of the world by which to greet
In bitter silence to its door chime ring,

One can easily take heart or to what would sing;

From shadows glook of its tormented swoon
It would be at the addage of its peril
A safe place to emancipate,
The soul was erected by pious chimes;

In tombs tortured with flagrant rhymes/ Through a misfortune illumined amidst/ Shattered glass stained by bias accalades/ We can make a difference/ Fresh out of our store bought routine/ Out of curtains unleashed to swallow/ The world is filled with ghosts & demons/ Shaped by the imaginative solace screaming/ We can make a difference/ The trunk on the trees on which all branches grow/ The pen on the ink to make messages flow/We can make a difference/ With parts uncertain yet attainable/ Create/ The notion of a bridge of hope/ It's gap loosens for passengers to cross/ Reason must be supplimented by our creative imaginative & faith/ Reason is itself an act of faith!

Totals 28 lines/ 182 Word Count

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The Saint Is In The House

Their was a clammer
   On the chimney
Movement about, 
I couldn't believe it
Some-one just knocked
         Santa out
Old Saint Nick was out
       Like a light
So, as to say
Merry Christmas to all
And to all good night
The burglars' were hood's
Santa hung out carrying a bag
      Poor Saint Nick
They took everything He had
      No tinny tinney reindeer
        No toy's for the kid's
And they took his wallet
       They also took his
 What you ma call it
   O'h, yes they did
They also took one
Of his tinny reindeer
  Rudolph did hide
He hide some where inside
He didn't have his money
But he still had his pride'
He did know that it was 
So, he did had to slide
Their were so many children
Those poor little soul's
They could not be denied
If not for the sake of anything'
He will just have to see you outside
We wish you a Merry Christmas
And a Awsome Fourth of July
Because that is what it will be
The next time that those
            Hoods' come by
And all the little children
They shouldn't have to cry
The next time I see them
They will get pepper in their eye
I am sorry I lost those toy's
They were all that we had
What else can go wrong
And it is kind of sad
But that is what happens
When Santa goe's bad
Santa was had and mad



The following weekend their was a add in the paper for one tinney Reindeer.....

Another add said: Reinder for ransome; Santa need not answer.....

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Fizzy Christmas

Fizzy Christmas
By Danny Sroda

There is a story which has been untold
Which I cannot any more withhold
It's about a man who you all know
Who lives out in the land of snow
Father Christmas was his name
Until that episode of shame
When he started wearing all that red
And he became Santa instead

I wonder if you've ever thought
If not I think you really ought
To consider why he made this change
If you think about it, it's quite strange
One day he was a fairy tale
Until his agent made a sale
Like David Beckham, he was sold
To the ones who promised lots of gold

So he changed his name and changed his clothes
He was dictated to by those
Who thought their business could cash in
On Santa's warm and friendly grin
Before he knew it he was cloned
When he read the contract how he groaned
What have I done? the old man said
I must have sawdust in my head

They've got me by the crystal balls
In all the schools and shopping malls
There's a fellow with a clip-on beard
Who all the children think is weird
They know it's not the real me
But still they sit upon his knee
So they can humour mum and dad
And show them it's no passing fad
And that they always will believe
But they know it's really uncle Steve
Who's dressed up in those silly clothes
They can recognise his big red nose
Dad says it comes from too much beer
He looks like Rudolph the Reindeer

While those impostors take my place
I have to work a crazy pace
I've only got one Christmas Eve
To make certain that I will achieve
This mammoth task that lies ahead
While all the children are in bed
Seven billion homes in just one night
Do you think I get some strange delight?
In driving through the sleet and snow
In temperatures fourteen below

Poor Rudolph dreads it every year
So do the other eight reindeer
Delivering seven billion gifts
Through avalanches and snow drifts
Can be a pretty tricky feat
When at every house we have to eat
A carrot and a large mince pie
And if I drank the brandy I would die

Still I suppose it could be worse
Just think if it was in reverse
If I didn't get a tasty treat
No carrot for Rudolph to eat
We'd have to go to Pizza Hut
And then the boss would kick my butt
He'd refer me to the HR clerk
For going AWOL whilst at work

So I need to get my conscience clear
My image rights have cost me dear
It was making me uptight and stressed
So with this letter I've confessed
You see I am just like the rest
In the rat-race and depressed to read the rest!

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Shades of pine grafted in again resign
Shattered pine in elm certain grove alone
My meadow had a thorn certain credit
The factual harm of its heartless swarm
Featured within in the created design with pine
Eyes sharpened as a willow in garb
The tornado sequence has even the fog alone
Again tempors fly like never before
Blatant lies have come at no surprise
In parts unknown an aura of repute to harm 
Sound the alarm in fetters arm
Choirs of saints in regard to its beckoning drawn
Empire strain inside my brain fragments of cure
The surface of the sun has tainted my vision with harm
Sound the alarm agiain my faithful friend by whom we can depend
Shattered glass on the parchment floor
An impulse deep in regards to the heart
Shades of pine will line the volume of scattered pillows
A willow in derision you made a final decision
A thought provokoing reason to believe in
Shattered memory's in the moments of innocence with a plight of disbelief
We have soon turned over a brand new leaf
Timeless peaks in a swelll shattered fragments from within
A great design still sublime in its timeless parts the heart
Jim Morrison had it
Janis Joplin couldn't stop it
Jimi Hendrix sought this quick fix
An unbellievable call being caught in the mix!

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Seeking Knowledge

"You'll get knowledge from books", the teacher told the boy.
He went into the library, picked a big science book,
and started shaking it, so that some knowledge would be filtered out. He may
have displayed thoughtlessness, but that was the beginning of understanding.....

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When I was growing UP!

When I was growing up I WAS a ninja turtle
When I was growing up my cry could make blood curdle

When I was growing up I loved race cars
When I was growing up I believed in Star Wars

When I was growing up I played with toys
When I was growing up I kicked it with the boys

When I was growing up girls had cuddies
When I was growing up my fights were beauties 

When I was growing up I made a big mess
When I was growing up I cheated on my tests

When I was growing up parents were mean
When I was growing up I was never very clean

When I was growing up I did crazy things
When I was growing up I wanted wings

When I was growing up I colored in the lines
When I was growing up I destroyed the blinds

When I grew up I realized it was fun
Now I apologize for what I have done!  

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A lonesome dove

feathered white.

The branch strong,

time light. "wait".

A dream.

really blowing a sweet breeze. "wait".

A heart beat sitting in a tree,

spirit like, "wait".

A rhyme.

...of atomosphere.

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The Talk

The Talk


"The Talk:",
 He hesitated, 
 Interested in
 During different, developmental 
(Assurances are always awkward;
 Nothing new.)
 Dad dodged    
"The Talk" 'til I turned twenty two.
 He honestly
 Bewilderment by
 Even though everybody knows, each infant grows in a secret station
 So its strong enough for the long aviation of being taken, by delivery stork, to it's home.

(This poem was written specifically for Carol Brown's "The Birds and the Bees" poetry

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Kings Queens

Those who claim to be in the know?

These are the one's on sifted sand,
Through days filled with both anger & pain
When will we understand?
When quaint desolation sets in;

Kings & Queens of the Earth...

On a vast pilgrimage in truth;
We then make plans for tomorrow amidst the given sorrow
Yet one can so easily see...
Through a lone blade of grass to flee

To then react in bitter torn silence

In solemn vows yet taken amidst
Shades of grass yet torn asunder
Some even bother to kiss?
That very day they were actually born

Let us continue to be kind today

Amidst a broadened populace that has simply gone astray
To stay attached as fruit is on the vine
A mighty path created by a great design
Through inner pain & misery;

Although amidst divers path drifting as in mockery

Kings & queens of the Earth,
Now is the time to stop lifting up your skirt!

Details | Couplet | |

Leave Me With My Peanut Butter

Parsnips say I, oh please try them, do,
For Parsnips are so good for you!
But no, you just won’t try them, will you.
Instead, you stomp and cry and stew.

You’d rather waste your time with lettuce.
Fine for you, but please don’t tell us,
That what we need is more brown rice.
I think you’re just not very nice.

So off I go to eat with Martin.
He loves his pintos and just keeps fartin’
For taste is simply a personal matter
So, instead, I’ll just throw my parsnips at her.

Your lettuce wilts and rice gets sticky.
Oh, my, the food you like is icky.
So here I sit alone to stutter…
Please go and leave me with my peanut butter!

Or even my nice sweet chocolate bar.
To get it I would travel far,
Beyond the endless bars of salad.
So ends this trite but tasty ballad.

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His Trip To The Moon limerick

There once was a boy we called chase-face
he dreamed of reaching outer space.
With this dream in his heart
our family will part
and this boy we never could replace.

We all dreaded that day late in June
when we knew he would fly to the moon.
So a party we had
even though we were sad
as the countdown was scheduled for noon.

Chase couldn't get rid of the grin
or the drool that was right on his chin.
He was laughing so loud 
while we stood watching proud.
His journey would finally begin.

The trip was a total success.
Of course, we expected no less.
We've done all we can.
He now is a man
and all that he sees he will bless. 

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The Duck of Guilt

when I was a little boy I ran into a little bit of bad luck
with my new slingshot I mistakenly killed my Nanna's pet duck
I was frightened and so scared that I had a panic attack
and thinking like a child I buried the duck in the back
unbeknownst to me there was a witness to this deed
I had inadvertently given my sister all the ammunition she would need
and for the entire summer she held that duck of guilt over my head
she blackmailed me to do all her chores until the day I was spirit-led
the Holy Spirit came upon me one day and told me to confess of my sins
for that would be the only way to gain control of my life once again
so with a contrite heart I went and told my Nanna what had went down
she laughed and said she wondered how long I would let my sister push me around
she said she saw me that day when I buried the duck in the backyard
and hoped that I would eventually come and tell her of my part
she was very much aware that my sister had held me in a bind
and she prayed that the teachings of the Lord would come to weigh on my mind
It was a lesson in life that I have since come to discover
that there's nothing you can hide that the Holy Spirit will not uncover
there is no thought, no deed nor anything that will remain concealed
that the light of the Lord Our God will not one day reveal
so don't let the duck of guilt be the sword that hangs over you
confess of your sins and simply live to always tell the truth

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Am I Frightened

I saw a little mouse,
I danced upon a chair.
I screamed and hollered,
And pulled my lovely hair!

I saw a little garden snake,
Stretched out in the sun.
I screamed and hollered,
And took off on the run!

I saw a little bitty spider,
It was crawling on the floor.
I screamed and hollered,
And ran right out the door!

At night I see little eyes,
In the dark beneath my bed.
But that’s just little Fluffy,
That sleeps beside my head.

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Feeling Nostalgic

Hi guys plz go through my poem ,After two years of marriage journey..Life has taken me so far..recollecting the past memories with my bro and refreshing the moments we shared together on his Birthday!!

                                        Inside home or outside the house,
              Hide and seek We played like mouse.
                                        Very much fond of Hit and beat,
              Fighting and mingling in a split of seconds like a treat.
                                         Pulling leg like no one else,
              Playing pranks,betting odds like no one does.
                                         For every game which we played,
              Slowly steadily in a day.
                                         Not I used to take my turn,
              You are the one who tied ribbons of my likes/dislikes 
                                         & gave me love in return!

              Those lovely days,those astonishing spark,
                                      Each & everyday was beaming with Sunrise from the dark.
              Carving my life with an meaningful essence,
                                     Lighting the bonfire of my life,You made it more delighted.
              Its because of You bro, my lovely star from the heaven of blue sky,
                                     My life is often been solaced with your presence,
              Thanks for every thing You did in a sense.

          "Wishing You a very Happy Birthday. God bless YOU as always with 
            full of love,prosperity and good health.loads of love. "

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Ha Ha xD

My tamahawk kills
You all better hide from me
Just kidding, i suck

(this is a Haiku about Call Of Duty: Black OPS)

Details | Rhyme | |

Band 101

In Junior High, I decided to try
to play an instrument

I joined the band, French horn in hand
determined to make music

I lugged my horn, ready to mourn
for myself, as I walked home

Although I practiced, my butt, this horn kicked
I could never play a song

The noise I did play, made all ears run away
and was painful to mine as well

Like howling dogs, the sound was all wrong
and frightening to my neighbors

Children cried on my street, men were white as a sheet
mothers ran out to buy ear plugs

But I didn't upset, became teacher's pet
And won the band's top accolade

With trophy in hand, I took a stand 
and never returned to band

This is a true story but SLIGHTLY exaggerated

By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, January 31, 2012
5th place in Self Exaggerations contest

Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Childs Concept

There was a little girl 
barely more than three.
She went for a ride
to the country one Sunday
with her family.

She laughed and laughed
with glee
at all the animals
that she could see.

Then she spotted
something that before
She had not seen.

Now from the back seat
came the cry

There in the field was 
a tractor and a wagon.
Her mother told her what 
it was and all fell quiet.

Being that it was about nap time
and she was quiet for so long
they thought her asleep.

a cry rang out 
from the back seat.

aaahh !!!  A Twagon !

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My Monsoon Hairdos

Attempting to smooth and comb my hair 
My fist shatters the mirror-- splintered and bear
It shows how much I despise my hairdos

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The Raindrop Race

Watch the little drop,
Racing across the window,
Will it win first place?

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Slippery Floor Oo

Drip… Drip… Drip… Don’t let the water drip on the floor or you will Slip… Slip… Slip… Drip… Strip… Drip… Don’t let the water run or someone will Trip… Trip… Trip…

Details | Free verse | |

Hot Oil In China

We have hot oil in China,
  Rising slowly from the ground
  There is a deep dense fog hovering round

The air is smokey, so dense it seems green
  The sun so hot it's making everyone lean
  Curfews so early all think it's obscene

And the hot oil keeps rising, if you know what I mean
  Hot oil keeps rising, it doesn't go down
  It's been well over a month since it covered the ground

Machinery moves carelessly all through the night
  I bothers us so much we boarded up the windows tight
  I bought ear plugs but I gave them to my brother Mike

Bells keep bleeping on and off go the lights
  So another pair of ear plugs I bought
  School won't let me wear them, saying I'll rot

So I decided to grow my hair long 
  Hide my ear plugs under it all day long

But when I go home at night 
  And I cover up really tight
  And I pray because theres nothing else we can do
  Oh hear me Lord, don't let my mother find the ear plugs in my shoe

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Born Again Mary!

Chef Mary serves vegetable patties
cause she knows they don't have any Daddies!
She the vegan Queen
of the San Fran scene
for no meat does her store front carry!

Details | Ballad | |

Halloween Then and Now

The child I was, so long ago Knew not of Halloween. The sweet treats that are now bestowed By me were never seen. The preacher at our church denounced Halloween as evil. Celebrating it, he said, was Honoring the devil. Of course there always were the teens Who parked buggies on barns And tipped over the outhouses On the neighboring farms. Some of these were brothers of mine, Just wanting to have fun. Daddy sent them to atone for All of the mischief done. Halloween now finds me ready With a big bowl of treats To hand to the children coming, Just looking for some sweets.
By: Joyce Johnson with 4ft-3 ft.meter, Ballad style. Written for contest "Halloween Fun" won a 3rd

Details | Carpe Diem | |

The Voice

One sunny day in the month of May, a Young Grape heard a sound.
“Help a soul in need, and never kick one when it’s down.
Treat others how you wish to be, for everybody should,
do good deeds for no reason other than to do good.
Respect opinions and beliefs, it’s character that tells,
your opinion is just that, to someone else, you’re someone else.”
The Young Grape shouted “who gives these messages? Who’s the liaison?"
-And an Old Grape spoke up from afar; “twas I, the voice of Raisin!”

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Anguish taunts through a barbed wire fence with edged grasp

Actions in which human beings rebel against a holy God
Miss their purpose for their lives
Surrender to the prince of the power of the air more then God
Cause  all of their deeds were evil!

An eclipse of the sun had tainted my inner vision
Push back the pain with radiant guide
Does this notion in thought come at any big surprise?

Weak willed tyrants from the flood of dispinsation
Shattered fragments loosed in gloom climatic abrasion
Parts unknown from the setting of the sun

Leading gullible women captive under the false cloak of compromise
Abortion on demand
When will they ever understand?

Blood shed in our streets
Evil tyrants from elected officials overly prideful taunt & pull!
We each our responsible for our actions before a holy God

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Remember Remember

Grab your jacket, scarf and gloves and wrap up nice and warm.
Hope the weather holds its peace and doesn't bring a storm.
Grab your cats and call your dogs and get them all inside.
If you care for the little tykes then this rule you must abide.

Fill your buckets up with water, get them at the ready.
Do not fill them to the brim so you can hold them steady.
Get the first aid kit supplies on stand by just in case.
I've heard the tales of injuries and burns around the face.

Start with something simple, "someone go get me a light".
A sparkler in all our hands, now watch them sparkle bright.
Get the kids all gathered round as older guys prepare.
See the kids all waiting and their eyes wide as they stare.

Hammer up the Catherine Wheel and nail it to the fence.
"Do not ruin the paint work, let us do it" said the gents.
Stick the tubes into the grass and deep into the ground.
Careful not to poke that pile left there by the hound.

Be prepared, all is ready and it's going to get loud.
Parents buying mass displays to make their children proud.
Roman candles, some sky lanterns, whistlers and rockets.
Rebel kids around the streets with bangers in their pockets.

Stand well back and light the fuse and watch the tension grow.
Let's fill the sky with sound and light and put on a great show.
They all erupt and whistle off higher than a kite.
Wheels spin, and bangers blow as the rockets take their flight.

Explosive pops and electric fizzles at an amazing height.
Every colour fills the sky, it's such beautiful sight.
All around the sounds of bangs suddenly all stop.
No wait, there's always one or two to give a random "pop".

Now the sky is clear apart from massive clouds of smoke.
It's worth it for the kids, but all that money, what a joke!
But a smiling kid is priceless, so try not to be tight.
'Remember the 5th of November'...

and have a Happy Guy Fawkes night!!!

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Elephant Years

That’s not my elephant, Miss Ella,
I said when she was two.
Mine has panache, wears couture, eats ganache;
That one is missing a shoe.

That's not my elephant, Miss Ella,
I said when she was three.
Mine eats spaghetti, macaroni, vermicelli;
That one just eats PB*.

That's not my elephant, Miss Ella,
I said when she was five.
Mine jumps around, climbs up trees, won't come down;
That one is barely alive.

That’s not my elephant, Miss Ella,
I said when she was ten.
Mine wears his hat, and his gloves, fancy that;
That one has lost his again.

That’s not my elephant, Miss Ella,
I said when she was sixteen.
Mine does his math, goes on dates, takes a bath;
That one can be kind of mean.

That’s not my elephant, Miss Ella,
I said when she turned twenty-three.
Mine knows the bill of rights, when to give, when to fight;
That one will never be free.

That’s not my elephant, Miss Ella,
I said when she turned twenty-nine.
Mine has her own baby, is grown up, but just maybe
That one will turn out just fine.

That’s not my elephant, Miss Ella,
I said when she turned thirty-four.
Mine won't be a waiter, teaches smart second graders;
That one is merely a bore.

That’s not my elephant, Miss Ella,
I said when she turned forty-nine.
Mine is so quick, runs the mile in 20.6;
That one is soon left behind.

There is my elephant, Miss Ella,
Sitting under the palmetto tree.
See the white one, the bright one,
With a sign saying ‘Yes, it is me!’

[*peanut butter]

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Nap Time For Kitty

As the kids sat around undecided and blaize…
A summer project was needed ever so badly today…
My crew wavered and together finally exclaimed…
They wanted a video and to make it spectacular this time…
Anything less than U Tube quality would be a crime…
So the kids ask for a poem about their favorite fare,
They wanted it full of a large quantity of action and flair.
And the topic they wanted, that warmed their hearts…
Were the antics of Dandylion the cat of our house.
So cat chasing and spying became a spectacular game…
As they watched the kitty pounce upon his little rag mouse.
Then he slid and he jumped as he ran through the house.
He attacked the dogs tails as he snuck up behind…
And he climbed to the window to count birds passing by…
Then he tried to jump on the counter as I made everyone’s lunch.
He had to eat first… there was no other way, than first…
Then later I put the baby down for a nap…
And surprise, surprise! 
I found the Kitty next to baby with 4 paws to the sky.

The video, music, and poetry would eventually come to be…
With the older kids stringing it together for me.
It was finally good for a lot of laughs…
As the kids all got copies for dear Mom and Dad…

But now let me instruct and suggest as all videos must:
Though many a one was happily surprised and beset…
No Animals were hurt in the making of “Nap Time for Kitty”...
Of that, you can bet...

Details | Haiku | |

my bicycle

my first set of wheels
fringed out handle bars with horn
little red bicycle

Details | Fibonacci | |

Homeopathic Medicine

Sure cure
Mother could
Produce from the shelf
Was that of castor oil
It made all complaints go away__disappear__vamoose

Details | Rhyme | |


He was a shabby, mean, mouthy and nasty boy
chasing after cats dragging along his buddy Mccoy;
and they both were slim and handsome but laughed a lot
when they ate corned beef and cabbage from a large pot.

" Keith, don't forget to feed the cats,
I've bought another bag from the supermarket,
and please don't eat their food...they aren't biscuits! "
" Okay, mom I'll feed them and won't forget. "

Everyone in the neighborhood considered them evil,
Irene, the red-headed gal, called them hoodlums;
the elderly locked their doors saying, " Go to hell! "
The town had become an armory of brooms. 

Their aunt Agata used to say, " They were such nice boys in their teens,
now they hunt cats uphill and cage them as tigers and feed them frogs and weeds;   
" Enough, enough scoundrels...I'll hit you with my long broom from left to right
even when you tie the knot in that church with a beautiful, naive bride! "

" Uh, uh!" The cat hunters replied with a defiant, boorish frown,
" Try to chase us,'ll never catch us, we dare you to race! "
" Stop, pretty are going to get Frankenstein's ugly face! "
They replied, " Go ahead! Go ahead! He was too big to run! "

All the kids that disliked them placed bananas peels all over the road leading to Kill,
and as they tried to flee from aunt Agata, they fell on them and went downhill....
hitting their faces on pine needles that poked deep and made them bleed;
" I got you, rascals," she happily screamed..." Now, say your sorry creed! "    

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The Dunny Out The Back.

When I was a lad, we had a dunny out the back,
just a hundred feet away from the house,
down a little narrow track.
I never paid a call, as often as I should,
because upon  opening the door,
the smell, boy, was it good.
Once inside, it was cold, dark, and clammy,
sitting there with my parts all bared,
sent shivers up my tummy.
At night, with the blankets over my head,
I would give thanks, 
for the chamber pot, stowed under my bed.
Once, while in the toilet, in the rain,
a large spider, bit me on the leg,
jeepers, what a pain.
I was up, and out of there, as fast as I could run,
screaming, dad, dad, dad,
a bloody great spider, just bit me on the bum.
"Quiet, quiet, son" he said,
"you are making enough noise to wake the dead."
Now, when I am in the toilet, with its air conditioned heat,
sitting ensconced upon my china throne,
my mind drifts back to that old bush dunny, 
with its solid wooden seat.

Details | ABC | |

Family Commandments

Family Commandments

Thou shall not pull thy sisters hair. Thou you shall chew thy food.
Thou shall not stay out until Midnight. Thou shall be in a better mood.
Though shall not answer me back. Thou you shall brush thy hair.
Though shall not wear that in public. Thou you shall behave in here.
Thou shall not give me cheek and run as fast as thou art.
Though shall not rush thy homework. Though you shall begin from the start..
Thou shall not scream at every opportunity no mater  if thy lungs be strong.
Thou shall not dance in tantrum. Thou you shall stay home where you belong.
Thou shall not eat me out of house and home. Though you shall get a job.
Thou shall not sit round like a bum. Thou you shall turn into a slob.
Thou shall not fight with your sister. Thou you shall give her a cuddle.
Though you shall not bunk away from school. Or Thou shall be in a muddle.
Thou shall not make noise while soaps are on, if you know what's good for thy ears.
Thou shall not blame your brother, Thou you shall see his tears.
Thou shall not ever worry, Thou I am here for you.
Thou shall not ever be sad. Thou you shall be happy It's true.
Thou shall not ever fret, even though we shall have our fears.
Thou shall never be alone. Thou you shall know we care.
Thou shall always have a life, Though u shall be happy and care.
Thou shall not have a problem alone. Thou you will know we are near.
Thou shall not take for granted, That shall be full of pride.
Though shall never wish for more, with thou family by thou side

By Shirley Moody

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4 Beautiful Baby Boys

Four beautiful baby boys
I'm always telling them to pick up their toys
for they leave such a mess
I really do wish they would leave me less

We take walks outside
and always enjoy the stroller ride
we love each others company
and the beautiful scenery

They love playing their video game
if I try to play they just say mom your lame
I may not be the cool one like dad
but I think I'm kind of rad

Four beautiful baby boys
they all make such wonderful noise
wrestling and fighting over toys
screaming and laughing what's not to enjoy

Now it's time to snuggle into bed
after all the story books have been read
kisses and hugs and sweet nothings said
till their fast asleep with their pillows on the bed.

* This poem is to my 4 beautiful baby boys( Austin,Jordan,Brandon,Gary) mommy loves you so

Details | Narrative | |


Frozen in time,
captivated by this enormous being,
the size of a small car.

his every move.
The way he used his hands;
so child-like.
With all the consciousness of the world, 
and graceless coordination.

of the visitors,
as they briefly called out for his attention.
Only for a moment,
then they were gone.

in an orderly sham. 
He sat there,
in his dark cave.
As if he was waiting for the light to find him.

on a boulder, 
squatting, and primitive.
Drawing in the dirt with one hand. 
Swatting a fly with the other.

His nature,
as he rushed to consume his food.
The females hovered behind him,
watching intently, 
like me.
His movement mechanic.
His presence powerful.
He was the king of his domain.

his magnificence, I watched.
How smart was he?
Could he feel my presence? 
Engulfed in the very essence of all that was him, 
I watched. 

how he felt, I watched.
Did he think he was still in the womb of Mother Nature?
Or, did he know the iron bars which embrace him now?

it happened;
our eyes met.
He noticed my presence.
His gaze intimidated me, 
But I did not look away.
He approached me.
I felt his eyes inspecting my soul.
A chill ran down my back,
I turned behind me,
only to find no other presence there.
When I turned back, 
we were face to face.
Separated by the sham,
And a two inch piece of glass.
Just me and him,
the two of us,
and the females hovering behind him.

His old eyes spoke to me,
They said 
“I am like you. 
I love, I feel, I hurt.
I am, like you.”

I put my hand on the glass
and with all the 
consciousness of the world,
he did the same.
With tears in my eyes,
I smiled.

Then, he pooped in his other hand
and wiped it on the glass.
This was a sign of endearment.
I laughed out loud.
And I swear,
He smiled back.

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...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately,
deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas...
...this is so intimate of dreams,
dreaming reality,
as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore,
destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes,
upon the waters,
...seeing tranquility upon the waves...
watching to the depth of a dream,
and a sun-rise
being so true...
for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn...
Sea to shinning Sea.

Details | Nonet | |

A Toddler's Malediction(backwards nonet)

Box of 
Cookies, way
Up on the shelf
All I can do is
Stare at you, it saddens
me, for i am too small to
Reach you, For I am a toddler 
Who has yet to learn to walk and talk.

I think its pretty funny.....
it is what we all think of toddlers

Details | Free verse | |

Have You Ever Loved Someone So Much You'd Cut An Arm Off For Them

Literally cut off an arm for them
                 shrivelling white bone protruding, screaming from the pale flesh
The ultimate expression of honey, darling, sweetheart
   and wonder.
Floating like cannonballs, just dying
 batteries. No more  struggling, flailing legs.
Excitedly scribbling next to me 
   a feeling like jeans upon your touch    or fresh toast
crisp yet damp.
  I’d just like to shake you. Rattle the bones beneath your
skull, maybe even kill a few brain cells if I feel like it 
   and where have they taken you, claiming you
but not my legs and arms. Perhaps I do not wonder enough 

Dangling on the edge of the world,
You do not forsake those offering solace
   Rather you slice and cut until the edge of the world ends 
And becomes your very own playground.
 Then you need not worry,
   but had better bloody worry.
After all it’s what makes you, and us, human. 

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Lonely Love

There was a boy named Chew Too Who. He fell in love with a girl named Sue. He gave her a flower, But it was too sour. She fell in love with someone new.

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The Monster

A young boy was told a good night,
a good night to sleep right and tight.
But crawling in the sheets of his bed,
in the corner he found three eyes
glowing red.
A malicious monster crawled into light,
a frantic and most disgusting of sights!
It had hairy long legs and sharp claws,
and guarded itself as though ready
to brawl.
It was giant and vicious with fangs.
It hopped with springy legs that sprang.
The startled young boy gave a loud shout
when the foam started bubbling from
its big ugly mouth.
The monster shrieked a high pitched noise,
for it was startled by the shout of the boy.
And back and forth, they did scream
an orchestrated cacophony, streaming
of screams.
And then the boy saw that it was scared
as it curled in a corner, shaking in despair.
He became curious and called out to it,
"What is you and where do you come from
and how be it?"
The monster perked up its frightened head
looking over the boy sitting on the edge of his bed.
And it said, "I am George and I live in the night
I am sad because everyone screams in fright
at my sight."
The young boy's head dropped in guilt
and looked at the grief that he had built.
George now didn't look so scary,
it was just a big creature who was maybe
a little hairy.
The boy said, "Would you like to play with me?"
George had a smile that beamed with glee.
Together they laid in the blankets and sheets
shaking up stories of ghouls, ghosts, goblins
and beasts.
They laughed through the hours of the night,
and the boy hugged George closely and tight.

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Child's Play

I watch you play upon the stairs,
 Lost in your childhood games,
 Built by your imagination,
 With freedom and no restraint.
 Today you are a sailor,
 The captain of your ship,
 Sailing on the ocean sea,
 Procuring a long summer trip.
 You sing a song
 That you have loved,
 Words of an old lullaby,
 You sing a song on the stairs today,
 Singing loud—you’re not shy.
 The stairs are now a jungle,
 A land that you explore,
 With a monkey and a zebra,
 A tiger and a vicious wild boar.
 You pretend you’re on a skyscraper
 High up in the sky,
 Playing like you’re really there,
 And wishing you could fly.
 Once again, you’re hungry,
 Therefore, you stop and eat your lunch,
 You’ll be a chef in your own shop,
 There’s not much time to stop.
 The stairs are now a cherry tree
 In your own loved backyard,
 With grass and flowers, and bumble bees,
 Except in this tree, you cannot scrape your knees.
 The stairs yet again, a mountain top
 Reaching high into the sky,
 But all too soon, it’s evening time
 And now, no more time to climb.

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How come mothers scold?
How come mothers yell? 
Then when they say they love you,
Sometimes you just can’t tell!
And sometimes when they yell all day, 
“I hope you burn in hell!” you say.

But then you have that talk,
And then you feel so bad.
You try to go apologize,
But think that she's still mad!
So you let her blow off some steam,
And pray it’s not as bad as it may seem.

You start out by saying, “Sorry,”
‘Cause you’re trying to be mature,
But the rest of it just won't come out,
And you’re feeling insecure…
You throw away your fears,
And express the rest in tears.

You know what you did,
And you know that you were wrong.
You've let your feelings out,
You know that you've been strong.
You pray she understands,
Your punishment is in her hands.

You regret those things you've said,
You say things when you’re mad.
But you've made matters better now,
And for this, your mom is glad.
She gives you her forgiveness,
And so your guilty feelings grow less.

So when your mother scolds,
And when she starts to yell,
Just know it’s ‘cause she loves you,
In case you just can't tell.
So when you feel like you’re in a ditch,
Remember, “Tough love can be a – well, you get the point I’m trying to pitch!”

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Having a little dark fun
A scary night
Little children dressed up as monsters
Lets dance in the moonlight
Oh no someones following me
Will this night ever come to an end
Everyone knows the crazies come out
Eternal sleep comes to an end
Now the vampires and werewolves are sated

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Maybe in May

Maybe I'll get an iPhone for my birthday 
Ah...on the other hand, I'd like to get an iced coffee
Yeah - I'll just accept my water 
Be honest, David - I'm a brat and a smarty pants 
Enjoy your break time and kick back...chill for a time ...

I'm a little nervous - I feel that my writing's are
Not that impressive - maybe in May, 

May I ask him for a free lemonade? 
And yes - I get a free lemonade 
Yes!! Maybe in May, I might get a part-time job or I might be a famous poet - someday...someday...

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I knew it was Christmas

I knew it was coming up to Christmas when Mom started to stress
About the lack of money and if she could get us all a new dress
I knew it was Christmas Eve when we left Father Christmas a drink & mince pie
& when we went to bed we were told not to peep, but we always risked one eye
I knew it was Christmas morning when we rushed down to find presents, but not too many
There was usually  a doll , a football,  tin of toffees, an orange and a bright shiny new penny
I knew it was Christmas breakfast because it was the only time we had a full English
That crispy bacon, fatty sausage and runny egg, wow what complete bliss
I knew it was Christmas afternoon because Nan got her Advacaat out
Top of the Pops on so loud, “turn that racket down” Grandad would shout
I knew it was Christmas Evening as the relatives would all come for a party
Packed into our tiny home would be cousins, Uncles and Aunties
I knew it was Christmas Party in full swing, as Uncle got out his trumpet
And started to murder songs by Acker Bilk and his hero Herb Alpert,
I knew it was going to get interesting when the men all went into the kitchen to open the 7 pint beer barrel
& the older generation insisted we all sang Carol after Carol
Then Mom and Auntie would get out their bottles of sherry
Auntie’s wig would slip further down her forehead, as she got more & more merry
Eventually my husband came into our lovely family clan
& every year I  knew it was time to call it a night when
He was always the first to “pass out” on the floor
Family would have to climb over him to get to the front door
I knew it was Boxing Day when Nan reached for the Bigmag because of her over indulgence
& the other grown-ups were holding their heads because of their festive involvement
Nowadays Father Christmas has lost a little of his charm & has changed into “Santa”
Who children think can bring toys galore, the price tag doesn’t seem to matter
Kids don’t think of it as a religious celebration, only of what presents they got
It’s such a shame the true meaning of the festive season seems to be lost

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Ain't Dreamin' of a Daddy

I'd like to do so much
With you
But that's
A hell of a lot
To ask of
A drinking man
Father-Daughter Dance
I'm from the South
And I ain't ahamed 
To say I ain't dreamin'
Of a Daddy
I got all I need
I got my Mommy
She's just as good 
And better
She's a fighter
We can live
Without you

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My Hometown

I was sittin' on the porch today reminiscin' about this and that,
And my hometown came to mind where I grew up as a feckless brat!
Life was lived at a slower pace it seemed, back in that place and time.
We didn't smoke grass but stealin' watermelons was a common crime!

The senior prom was held in the school gym and didn't cost a bunch.
There was no McDonalds so you had to eat at Marty's Diner for lunch.
Imagine! You danced cheek-to-cheek to a romantic Miller refrain,
And there were no computers - you actually had to use your brain!

The girls in your class were OK, but you preferred gals in that other town!
You raced about town in your Ford and with the cops became quite renown!
Guys kept shotguns in their jalopies to go rabbit huntin' right after school.
You took pleasure in datin' your pal's ex-girl friend, thinkin' you were so cool!

You could usually find who you were lookin' for at the dairy bar or pool hall.
You pushed a reel-type lawn mower when you'd rather be playin' basketball.
Everyone gathered downtown on Saturday nights for a movie or just to hang out.
Boys started drivin' their dad's John Deere tractor at age ten or thereabout.

If you walked somewhere, people would stop to see if you needed a ride.
Should you be the last kid chosen for a game, that really hurt your pride!
Boys wore 'butch' haircuts and girls sported ponytails and saddle shoes.
When I recall those carefree days I get a touch of the melancholy blues!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

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Clean Up Time

Clear the table
Line the books along the shelves
Everyone join in
Arrange the chairs so none can fall
Naughty children don’t pitch in

Under chairs and under tables check we haven’t missed a toy
Paints and brushes put away

Toys are all picked up for today
I read a story as we wait
Mom’s or Dad’s are on their way
Everyone its time to go…..I hope you had a real fun day

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Ode To the Buffoons

I believe it's the inner child in me
that lives through my kids vicariously.

When they settle down for a cartoon
I eagerly anticipate the lead buffoon.

From Patrick to Dee Dee to Cosmo the fairy
the ensuing silliness makes me quite merry.

So, here's to all the sweet, colorful twits
that send me off to joyful, endless laughing fits.

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KiddieKat Crawl

Pitter Patter kitty's natter,
meow on the wall
eight to go after the fall-
what a whisker risk-er!
And such a minxy tinker!
The paws at the door
straight to the cupboard crumb
sneaky biscuits for the tum,
and into the hall a cry "Mum!-
What's for dinner?"

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Tales of Magic

Peter Pan and Fairy dust
Neverland, where love means trust
Of Captain Hook’s who roam the sky
And little boys who never die.

I followed Alice in the hole
Don’t be late was my first goal
Cheshire cats who disappear
Eating mushrooms without fear.

Off to see a wizard and a witch
Flying houses toss and pitch
Lions, tigers, bears oh my
Flying monkey’s in the sky.

Childhood stories in the night
Tales of magic give a fright
Flash light tents and boogie men
Watch when grown; get scared again.

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Merry Christmas to All

Though we all do celebrate birthdays,
the best birthday,
falls on the twenty fifth of December,
as on this day,
our Lord,
Jesus Christ had been born,
the day is considered indeed great,
as the Son of God,
had come into this world,
and had left us by forgiving our sins,
the day begins,
by people of all castes visiting various Churches,
and offering their prayers to the Lord in here,
on this day,
the day is celebrated with a lot of passion,
and fervour,
wherein we also get to wine and dance, 
and be merry all the while,
the kids are quite happy,
as on this day,
they receive lovely gifts,
for been good kids, 
from a very special man, 
known as Santa Claus
by acting as a postman, 
but differs in style and in his way,
by delivering the gifts in advance,
as he does know that,
there is no use in relying with the snail mail,
and the kids would indeed be sad,
if they don’t get their presents in time,
whereby he does not take the usual route,
but always takes the wrong one,
by entering through the chimneys
or through the fireholes, 
how he does it,
we have no idea,
inspite of been fat,
his favourite are the cookies indeed,
wherein he seeks an easier way to get into the houses of the kids,
here’s a message,
he leaves for you all,
wishing you all a Merry Christmas!!

Dt:-21st November, 2012, Name :- Manu Nair

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Torture Within

There is a dividing line between the chasm fault

Some are eager & content to appear righteous yet
They are only fooling themselves through a dance
One in twain marked on its blotted page yet fully intact
Working too hard can give anyone a heart attack

Lines have been drawn in the sand
When will we ever understand?
The visible from the invisible yet now were caught in the middle
Some our eager and content in playin second fiddle?

Clearer heads have prevailed yet

There is still known torture from within my friend
One will take the time out to listen
A sign of grace spread out upon a peyton place
Circumstances all for second glances?

Yet the heart from within will surface again 

Fought back the tears with a smile still to know all the great while
A pen on a paper a stereo to caper
Me & Eric b & a nice cool plate of fish
Sorry to have missed its waiting bliss

In agony we will begin to see
A misfortune to a heightened reality as a key
Soaring ever higher then ever before reaching great heights
Shattered fragments on the pavement floor 

Some are eager & caught in vice
perhaps another chance or a roll of the dice?

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Caleb is a Noisy Boy

Caleb is a noisy boy
With a lot of noisy toys
Like cars that "vroom", "boop" and "crash"
And video games that "boom", "fwoop" and "splash"
He's got air planes that "swoosh" and "swish"
Even has bath toys that bubble like fish
He had a balloon that would soar and whistle
Until it went "pop!" upon a thistle
He bounces his balls up and down the hall
And throws his darts against the wall
He even likes the chatter of checker pieces
And the games he plays with all my nieces
And my nephew, making muscle dolls wrestle
I mean "action figures", they snap like pretzels
And he's not too old to enjoy V-tech
Because he can add his own sound effects
Hissing like snakes, buzzing like dirt dobbers
Now he does war games, cops and robbers
He shoots cap guns "pow", "pow", "pow" in rhythm
We see the enemy and he says, "Let's get 'em!"
Yes I play too, but not as much as he wants
I give out more easily, his energy haunts
Just when I think he's tuckered out like a church mouse
He's screaming and jumping on me in the house
From 6 a.m. until late at night around 9
I love his noises because Caleb is mine

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what is family

Blood doesn't always make you family to me its loyalty and respect if I need you right beside me is where you'll be To me blood is not a big deal,To me it matters whos real and whos around when im up or when i fallen to the ground thats how i feel for me always ready to chill and for me will kill the people who always been there before and are here still

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At a loss for Lego's

My words are like legos, 
scattered all over the floor. 
All colorful shapes and sizes
different combinations to explore.

 I’m like a poor lego man,
With his head on backwards.
I remove my head and search it,
In desperation when I lack words.

Because my words are like legos
and sometimes they’re hard to find.
Missing pieces  in the dark,
the little crevices of my mind.

My words are like messy legos,
like a castle that’s been broken. 
Being rebuilt piece by piece, 
With every word that’s spoken.
So I’ll gather all my legos,
and I’ll build a castle too!
I’ll use all my beautiful legos,
I would build it just for you. 

But you came and stole my lego's,
You swooped them off the ground.
I tried to tell you my secret, 
But I couldn’t make a sound.

Why did you take my legos?
That wasn’t part of the deal. 
Please just give them back, 
So I can tell you how I feel. 

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Geeky Boys and Busty Girls

In the little town called Cleveland
Some many years ago
In a high school gymnasium
Met a group of girls and boys
Since early in their childhood
They were plagued by many peers
Because they lacked
The perfect look
Like many other kids

After many years of torture
Constant badgering from everyone
They decided was time to take a stand
Claiming freedom once again
The group contained the branded
The freaky geeky boys
The girls slightly on the heavy side
A few all rolled in one

They called their club the meeting 
Of freaky boys and busty girls
Requirement was be outcast 
From the preps the jocks “the toys”
They arranged a simple protest
Simple protest most fun
To prove that being different 
Is not so bad and can be fun

They stripped down to nothing
But a smile on every face
And marched the halls of Cleveland High
In unison they did say
Though we may all look different 
Inside we’re all the same
So accept us if you will or not
We’re happy just the same

The faculty at the school that day
We outraged by what they saw
Forty teenage girls and boys
Marching naked down the hall
Parents quickly contacted
Expulsion all around
For the kids labeled freaks and geeks
Their victory it was found

Though the protest was very different
The idea quite deranged 
Respect was granted on that day
For the group with guts to say
Being different is not so different
Can be cool they all proclaimed
For the geeky boys and busty girls
We’re proud for each that day

The moral of this story 
Though odd but very true
Though outside one looks different
Inside the pages read so true
Looks aren’t that important 
But the hearts all beat the same
We are all just like 
The kids 
From Cleveland high that day

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Put Your Hands Together And Clap

**Please note, when reading this poem, 
it is meant to be an interactive poem.
So join in while you read it.***

Put your hands together and clap.
Can you bow or curtsey, like that?
Can you blink your eyes,
wave you hand goodbye?
Can you put your hands together and clap?

Can you snore like you do in bed?
Can you put your hands on your head?
Can you jump in place,
put a smile on your face?
Can you put your hands together and clap?

Can you flap your arms like a bird?
Can you laugh loud, so your heard?
Can you spin around,
jump up and down?
Can you put your hands together and clap?

Can you show me where your ears are?
Can you make a noise like a car?
Can you touch your toes,
wiggle your nose?
Can you put your hands together and clap?

Entry for "One For The Kiddies" contest
Hosted by Joe Flach
Placement: 9th

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The Inner Struggle

Some our very eager perplexed swept within

Underneathe the belly of the beast
A needed flower to grow amidst the rise of yeast
Within sullen fragmented dreams & truth
One may even negate that inner truth for a lie?

That inner struggle within/

To remain attached to the vine sublime

We are more then qualified for its great design
To calm the nerves from within
We look to man yet find no hold
We look toward self thus grafted in again onto the rights are sold

We then read books based on logic & get trapped within

For some, 
It's inner struggle is what we all must seek to face
Within loose debris in decayed formation
Yet some its inner struggle is a way of escape?

Proned toward evident inhillation embraced with its surfaced Peyton Place;

The inner struggle from within
Fought back the heavy tears with a smile
Still to know all the great while
A hand to hold a loving kiss embraced

For this is the thought provoking struggle we enivatably all must face?

The inner struggle.

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Many girls of this generation love to wear a Halloween costume...
something unusual, not looking like a fair godmother, they assume.

Madonna is their idol too, more stylish than Lady Gaga, but much they seem to share...
they should choose the costume that will make them look much older than they are.

So girls barge in stores and buy that costume you'll love to wear on Halloween night,
don't grab anything that's out of style with bright colors that don't reflect moonlight.  

Look dangerous and manacing and chase away naughty boys dressed as vampires,
step on their tiny toes, if they try to grab you imitating bats with red, bloody eyes.

Have fun and smile, no night compares to this one with all the noise and sneers,
be careful not to stare at them for too long...their teeth are sharper than scissors.

Run and keep on screaming and they will stop chasing you or at least give up,
and if they springle Baby Podwer on you...make believe that's dust from a star. 

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My Son

My son
When just a little chap
in bath he sat and played 
so young and small played with a ball
and sat beside my wife

On looking at her sitting there
with some compassion and despair
He said mummy!
You're not the same as me
did daddy break it off

needless to say
from that day on 
the baths he took were nice and long
but somewhat on his own

Details | I do not know? | |

Happy Mother's Day

It is on this day that I must admire
Thinking back to the days when your “tough love” seemed to never tire
    And the thought of a shoe still sends chills up and down my spine
Oh wonderful woman, this mother of mine

With footwear in hand and compelling suggestions to see your way
It is not difficult to understand the knowledge of life that I have today
But to only remember the fear of these two 
One, the Good Lord Almighty and the other “the shoe” 

Remembering well all of the stories I told
Then fearfully watching your wrath unfold
The punishment of “the shoe” was well deserved
And how your abundant love was well reserved 

Remembering all of our “one-sided discussions”
Some resulting at the cost of a mild concussion
Dear mother, it is with confidence I can say
The love of my mother I would never change in any way

My mother dearest filled with love galore
It is the love you have for all I do adore
For it is the Fear of God and the Love of The Lord I remember most
And on this day it is my dearest mother I do boast     

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Two Sisters, One Wedding Two Brothers

~Two Sisters One Wedding Two Brothers~ The day dawned bright, excitement rose today above all others Two sisters today and a wedding, we were marrying two brothers The wedding was outside on a beautiful grassy patch Where cherry blossoms fell - floating living confetti to catch. Two sister brides we were ready, holding hands and smiling Two grooms waiting patiently their smiles very beguiling One groom bent to tie his shoelace, the other standing smart… One bride eager pulling, waiting for the walk to start. A choir of children sang a song as we skipped down the aisle Too eager to be Mrs and Mrs, walking slowly was not our style Our vows we recited slowly and we all meant every word Let no man part what God has put together, did not sound absurd… No father to give the sister brides - away to their grooms No wedding rings on fingers, just the cherry blooms No bridal gowns fit for queens or top hats for the boys A host of bridesmaids and pageboys though, making a giggling noise… A shy kiss on the cheek from the grooms, the vows were finally over No wedding breakfast or honeymoon just blossom petals and clover A crowd or children pressed around all giggling and wishing us well And then the grooms ran hell for leather at the end of lunchtime bell... The marriage was over before it began it lasted such a short while Two sister brides and two brother grooms that had all romped down the aisle We knew back then that some marriages were not made in heaven Next time it would last longer, when we were older than six and seven.,
© ~GG~21/06/2012

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                                     THE WATERMELON THIEVES

Once when I was oh so young,
My mom decided she,
Would show us where some melons grew,
Beneath some large orange trees.

A farmer man she knew of,
Grew them there she said,
So folks would leave alone the fruit,
That grew above their head.

The melons were okay to take.
Just let the oranges be,
So off we went to pick some,
My mom, my sis and me.

I was only five years old,
So I sat in the car,
With Mama's friend who drove us there,
No light from moon or stars;

Because the orange trees blocked their light,
And I was sore afraid,
Because it was so dark in there,
Hidden in the glade.

Suddenly I saw my mom,
Running like the wind,
Right behind her came my sis,
A melon 'neath each limb.

Then in a flash my mom went down,
She tripped and broke her melons.
"Run Ruth, Run!" I heard her say,
They're runnin' and they're yellin'.

Mother! Wait! I heard Sis call,
For she had gone down too,
Stepped in a rotten one and fell,
They both were in a stew.

A flashlight beam then pierced the dark,
They made the car just barely;
And we took off just like a shot,
Took out the fence gate squarely.

We made it back home just past one.
They laughed until they cried.
I was so young I just sat there,
Agape with my eyes wide.

My mother had skinned both her shins,
My sister, she smelled funny,
Because that melon she stepped in,
Was rotten and real funky.

Some thought my mom as mothers go,
Not what you'd call high scoring,
But I can tell you life back home,
For sure was never boring.

                                                     Judy Ball


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Waiting.... That's All I Ever Did.

Get There!!
I know I will soon,
But where is there? And how much time is left?

I Get There
And wonder where WHEN went.
There is Here....
Gone is Now....
And NEVER Leaves.

Waiting.... That's All I Ever Did.

Got There!
Can't remember How I went, but
Then was There
And Time was sent
Up from Down... When there....I Went.

Waiting.... That's All I Ever Did.

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Old Nelly

Old Nelly so blue
hasn't the notes to do
some say she's a one hit wonder
but she knows she's made of thunder
singing those sad chord days,
she plays her jazz in new ways.

Old Nelly play the nose,
ring out the sax
and soak the audience with your hose,
stamp them with the facts,
Old Nelly's back!

Details | I do not know? | |

World we live in

Down the street there was a man killed today,
In this house a little boy ran away,
A funny world we live in?

In this alley a gang raped a young teen,
Down this walk way,people never heard the scream,
A funny world we live in?

Under this cardboard a Vietnam vet sleeps,
Down this road a crazed killer creeps,
A funny world we live in?

In this bed a child is born this day,
Do you want him to grow in a world this way?
Not a funny world we live in?

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Bruised Ego

I lusted after Deborah from my first day at school.                 
As did every other boy, her looks made them all drool.
On Valentines I sent a card despite my inhibition.
She responded with a churlish smile that set me on a mission,
I asked her for a date and she replied “well, that depends…
…in fact, on second thoughts, I’d rather we were Just Friends”

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Granddad loved to kid around.
I can still hear his loud gregarious laugh.
He teased me saying that a boy in the neighborhood was …
My boyfriend!
At first, I didn’t know what a boyfriend was.
We were about five or six years old back then.
When we walked home from school,
Granddad put me up to giving Terry a kiss.
Try as I might, with granddad taunting,
“Run Dane Run!  Give him a kiss!”
Terry squealed all the way home -
Running as fast as he could,
He always got away!
Granddad laughed and laughed.
I chased the poor boy almost every day.
And Terry cried.  But we were still friends.
Then, came the day we had our first date.
Our parents dropped us off at a movie.  
I think it was “Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.”
At the ripe old age of seven, maybe eight,
It was the perfect choice.
We sat there together with some older children.
Holding hands never crossed our minds.
Neither did kissing.  
(I guess the fun was in the chase 
And granddad laughing.)
We went home awestruck by animations.
We played a lot, never thinking about a kiss.
My family moved away that same year.
Terry grew up and married somebody else.
We never did K-I-S-S at the movie…
Or in a tree, or anywhere at all!
But I always remember him fondly.

© July 9, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen

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My dad told me when he was young
And fit as fit could be
As the best Saharan lumberjack
He cut down every tree

He rode a wild dinosaur
From York to Timbuctu
He took it back to London
And put it in the Zoo

Then later on in World War two
The German horde he beat
With just his trusty penknife
He forced them to retreat

He’s swam the Indian ocean
Ate crocodiles for tea
Paddled up Niagara falls
And still got home by three

I relate my fathers exploits
Friends give me such a ribbing
They say his tales are tall ones
And that my dad is fibbing

But I know my dads not lying
There is no way he can
I know my dads not fibbing
He’s a real life superman

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Down the interracial, middle-class block
there's a kid who talks like a mature guy...
using words only a grown-up man does,
" It's awesome to be cool! Let's have a fist fight!"
One evening, he drank from a can 
he thought was a, it was beer!
ah, he started laughing and throwing rocks,
infurating the lady next door who let her dog loose....
Poor kid he was chased for blocks
by a vicious poodle and as small as the dog was 
he mauled the volley ball he carried.
" Get away from me, doggy! " he hollered
by kicking his his legs and calling for help.
News spread like fire and all the kids
came to see what was happening.
"Bring me my water gun, he told them...
I got to shoot him down before he bites me! " 
And glancing at the agitated poodle 
showing his sharp teeth, he pressed down
the trigger on his water gun saying, 
" I am a cop...freeze! You going to jail! "
There was no hesitation on the dog's part,
he ran as if chasing a cat who stole his bone. 

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Was He Pushed

When hearing old familiar rhyme,
My mind asks if the story’s right,
Or is it concealing a crime?

Upon the wall old Humpty sat,
Why was he there, what was his care,
And what were all the king’s men at?

Where were they when his fall took place?
Were health and safety even called?
How could it happen, this disgrace?

They claim Humpty just simply fell,
No soldier could fix him again,
But I am sure there’s more to tell.

Form: Enclosed Triplets

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Role Reversal

If teachers were students,
They would certainly be prudent.
When they would get a teacher free class,
They would certainly be seriously studious.
None to dictate and lecture the class,
Would let them hit the books obviating usual fuss.
If their freedom limit is even infinite,
Classroom is “Pin drop silence”, that’s definite!
Even when Half Yearly is finished,
Their wish for studying wouldn’t be diminished.
Trousers from the waist, head with oil base,
Big spectacles covering the whole face;
Would they miss a single instruction?
Even a single note because of the Annual Function!
If they committed a mistake, though once in a blue moon;
Even imagining doing it again would make them swoon.
But if we go deep down these perfect souls,
Down their memory lane, there must be some hole.
Now let’s come back to the tangible world,
Where the real students are completely unfurled;
Let’s hope the above conditions be true
Otherwise how can we show what we can do?
Wishes are wishes, “sky is sunny blue”
Could you suggest how to put it through?

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G- gingerbread man run as fast as you can
I-  if I ever see you again I'll cook you in my pan
N- next I will nibble all about 
G- getting you will be easy, with out a doubt
E- ever consider someone might eat your eyes out
R- red jelly eyes I wonder what flavor they are
B- buttons on your belly might be tart
R- run away from me now that eating may be an art
E- ever think about how it delicious candy clothing may be
A- average American snacking, just like me
D- down the hatch is what you'll be

M- morning, noon or supper for eating you up I'll be the man
A- after I eat you I'll wipe out the pan
N- now I am going to eat you, come here Gingerbread Man   

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Fairy tales Gone Askew

It all started when Sleeping Beauty slapped Cinderella 
Then Snow White retaliated and hit her with an umbrella
as Ariel the little Mermaid's tail turned into legs
Prince Erick and Prince Charming stole the Easter bunny's eggs.

As Alice from wonderland grew five times her size
Hansel and Gretel attacked her by surprise
While Puss in Boots fought Peter pan
Captain Hook and Ursula produced an evil master plan.

Rapunzel chatted with Red Riding hood
and the three little pigs were up to no good
Thumbelina still aspired to grow
and Rumpelstiltskin has a name he thought no one would know

Jack climbed the beanstalk which was later cut down
by the woman in the shoe who stole Cinderellas wedding gown.
The wicked witch of the west set the woman's shoe ablaze
and Dorothy clicked her heels but didn't return home for thirty days.

When fairy tales get messy this is what well never see
but this is what fairy tales would be like if it were up to me...

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Whaaaaat ??????????????

Who but us quite understood?
A language of our young childhood
that brought us giggles, glee and laughter
We thought we'd speak it ever after

Reversing words so wise and clever
Feeling foolish?....why almost never!!
When I was nine or ten years old
We twisted words, and eyes would roll

Well, I'll admit that it was zany
We thought that we were clever, brainy!
With glee, you'd find our frequent babbling
at home or school with giggles, jabbering

Oh yes our screwball way to talk
annoyed our parents, who'd turn and walk !
For them it wasn't quite as humorous,....
Amusing....yes! ...Well, ....just for some of us!!!

Yep !! Worst Poem Ever".....yikes !!!   Esss-yeh, is-they inkstays !!!!   Forgive me !!!!

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Dad was digging in the garden 
When he struck a custard well
Mum was none too happy
By her phizog you could tell

We watched the plume of custard
As it rose into the sky
Dad said “It’s bloomin’ lovely
We can have that with some pie

Mum was still unhappy
“This has ruined my best dress
You can both get out there later
And clear up this ruddy mess”

First thing in the morning
I went out, to see the hole
Scraped away the surface
And I filled a little bowl

Sitting on my haunches
In my jim jams and a vest
I took a cautious spoonful
And declared it was the best

Then later on, the press appeared
And in the garden mustered
As Dad explained how he had found
A well of perfect custard

A well known geolologist
Was hired to survey
He said our well, might just achieve
Ten thousand puds a day

So, Dad went out and bought himself 
A brand new custard pump
And put it in the shed that he
Was just about to dump

With lots and lots of effort
And a little bit of planning
We built ourselves a factory
And we started custard canning

Now mum is very happy, ‘cause
We’ve bought a house that’s bigger
Don’t know what she’ll say though
When she sees Dad’s bought a digger 

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From my very first moment  I was "round"
Easily verified by pictures found

Such an adorable little lass
Even though having some extra mass

Having  dimples here and dimples there
Always sporting pigtails in my hair

My  sweet face a perfect little ball
Unfortunately, I was not so very tall

 Never met a person I didn't like
Always such an engaging little tyke

To be a pudgy princess was my plight
Now, happily" round" in places right

For the Baby-Boo

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Perhaps that inexpensive gift was another deterrant
to set an example to keep me from telling lies,
like the michievous Pinocchio did many times,
and as I stared at that toy, he become a real friend.

There he was with that long nose which never shrunk,
but grew and grew every time he lied to his old dad...
and the company he kept earned him a grave reprimand:
skipping school to go to places frequented by a punk.

Not realizing I was standing in harm's way, I ran
like him and followed the loud merry-making clan
that promised all children a fun world non-existent...
any other kid would have joined them in an instant.

I should have left him under my six feet tall Christmas Tree,
to never have let temptation overwhelm me with curiousity...
to resemble him and disobey my parents' heartfelt wishes without concern;
and what did my disobedience teach me? Lost years that can't ever return!   

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October Considered

Step gently, my sweet,
Into the hallowed night,
And be not afraid
Of the mystery awaiting you.

See me as your escort,
Here to overshadow 
Frightening things,
Great and small.

To the gates
We must journey.
Your presence delayed 
Long enough.

Be aware 
Of where your eyes land,
For this is no time
To be foolish.

Seek now
The gift of courage
As you enter this domain,
So fascinating.

Deities ponder
Your existence,
And would have you
For their own.

Go meekly into the night,
My friend,
But wield your sword
Of righteousness well.

I’ll stand beside you,
Watching all along,
Counting every piece of candy
You’d dare consume.

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The saga of the dusty road

The Saga of dusty roads of Utah 
(To the memory of Don W. Esplin, father of Kathryn Esplin-Oleski)
= =
There he was playing with some mild explosives, 
in his own backyard, a resolute boy he is; 
the June month had swelled like the taut belly of 
a neighborhood lady; the boy wanted to be 
a scientist which he became. He, of course could not 
envision that all these sepia dust of Utah, 
the noon backyard and a young scientist’s narrative 
would be remembered by his explosive daughter 
and a strange Indian was going to pen a saga. 

Alfred Nobel was smiling from a page of a book 

The boy rolled a cigarette, the smoke’s curlicues 
swirl up to grain the picture. A blast almost choked
the bright blue jays and robins. Defused sun slanted.
The end of the road was just an end of the road 
where sun could meet earth, warm grass shook off the heat 
and the covert window of the farm house would yield 
a father and son talk. Strong argument on
future, on an university, on money 
on a world that could differ in generations;
of course the boy, as a father, understood 
his girl, then living apart. But distance is in heart.
He would grow up midst dreams. A quirky wind would blow him 
here and there; navy, marriage and science, 
pharmacology and marriage again; a gust
of wind would take him on a ride that, if he could 
read this he would have said, resembled his truck rides 
down the roads of Utah. But at that point of time
he was wide awake inside his misty night’s sleep 
and an American novel is shooting up 
its multiple heads in search of fresh oxygen. 
The waves of moon were enjoying a full tide.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar

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A hero is just that lost in the suace proned to devastation

A barrage of intense flames loosed in its politically incorrect agenda
Sought back the upheavel with a smile still to know all the great while
A chalice is just that in some absurd excursion plotted to the extreme
The inevitable remedy with hearts on the upswing

Through the complacency proned to decency
The upmost honesty to endeavor the braided swelt of heat
In an illusion prond to twilight fantasy in its eternity
The inner plight of justification & sensitivity
Gone our the days we used to frolic in a haze
Today we are all being stuck inside a maze
Shattered dreams in the notion of fright to sight
In scrambled eggs inside the equation
You base your logical theories on the basis of regret
All the hero's and legend we knew as a child have left
In random discourse,

We felt the sound of innocence in the right perspective
Shattered fragments in their devastation in dreams
A flight of fancy & brevity
The cause of charity
In its equated logical fashion We absorbed the extremitites
Many today suffer in silence amidst its blindness
With temples of gloom shattered fragments in their room


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A long line of scallywags

I love my son he's always chipper
he's my scallywag and I'm the skipper
and the apple does'nt fall far from the tree
he's menatly challenged just like me!

and even though his dad's a zero
"hey dad your my hero!"
having fun is all he's wishing
"hey dad ya wanna go fishin?"

lost the house a home we have not
"hey dad looky what I caught!"
no business financal ruin we sank
"aww dad you can have my piggy bank"

rich kids need toys to have fun
"love you dad!" "love you son!"
think no toys would make him sad?
such a good boy "your the best dad!"

now I know I won't always live forever
"hey dad we always be together?"
"no worries son just stay chipper
you'll have your own scallywag and you'll be the skipper!"

by Captain Mike Harris and his son

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Fourteen Catfish

        Fourteen Catfish
Fourteen catfish swimin along
one was caught cause he went wrong
thriteen catfish swimin all night
two got hooked before daylight
eleven catfish in the brook
seven fell for the fisherman's hook
four big catfish sniffin bait
three of them just couldn't wait
one fat catfish all alone
got no girlfriend of his own.
      © ron wilson

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Dying Dreams

The young dream their dreams away at night

Hoping they come true

A doctor,policemen,veterinarian and other dreams are developed by the young

Too naive to understand the ways of the world

Determined as ever to achieve their dreams

The old regret the dreams they could never accomplish

They had dreams but unknowingly never came true

You go from living a world full of dreams

To living the reality that is life

Why do we let our dreams die

We were so excited as young kids

At the foot step of our dreams

Were we haunted by the mountain we had to climb

To make our dreams come true

Did we simply quit

Because of society’s pressure

Did money deter our dreams away while we slept at night

Did we let doubt creepy into our hearts

Silently killing all of our dreams without realizing it

Why do dreams die so quickly

When we spent years of our youth

Hoping that we could get an opportunity

To make them come true

Dream big, chase your dreams and never let them die

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Booga Booga Boo
I will say to you
On a dark hallows eve night
With a trick up my sleeve
And a treat in my bag
A great night for teasing and fright
With a mask on my face
To the door I will race
Only goblins and ghouls here tonight
With one simple throw
The owners will never know
Who threw toilet paper on there house last night
The pools will run red
While the dye is in my hand
If they want to catch me let em try
With eggs of joy
Through my arm they will deploy
As I send these little birdies in flight 
The Black cats will run
And the pumpkins will fall
If you don’t leave me candy
You will regret it most of all
The windows will be closed
And the doors will be locked
My paintball guns are ready
Ready to shoot loaded and Cocked

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A Hungry Bird

Oh there once was a bird in the sky
Till he said " I am Hungry Oh MY!"
He hopped on the ground 
Till a fat worm was found
Then he swallowed it up with a sigh.

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Ridin' Dirty On My Moped

In Carolina there is no helmet law
As my girlfriend complains, all I hear is blah, blah, blah
She is still stewing over me buying all the accessories in the catalog
I tell her to bow down to me, I am now the Big Bad Dog
I am now sportin' my new leather chaps
Up side the head, from her I get a smack
I will mark a new territory the Hell's Angels would fear to tread
Looking hard and ridin' dirty on my Moped
At this point, I tear the sleeves off my blue jean jacket
She tells me to stop trying to Mac It
I smile with my Gold tooth displayed
She tells me I need help, she drops to her knees to pray
Then she asks me if I stopped taking my Meds
I tell her I really love you, it's a Two seater, we can both ride dirty on my Moped
I tell her I haven't shaved for Five days
She says she sees the peach fuzz on my face
I look at her and tell her I am a 15 year old trying to make it in this dog eat dog society
Either get on or get out and miss my noteriety
She says she's had enough and besides it's almost curfew
So I depart to the trailer park and pick up that floozy Gracie Lou
I tell her to hang on, it could get wild, I am what they call pure white bread
She grabs my waist and is ready to ride dirty on my Moped
It can't get any dirtier, a trailer girl that smells real bad
I look back and recall, this was the best summer I ever had

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the Zany Zoo

The awakening of the dawn like a butterfly busting through the cocoon.
The rhino's thyroid condition was exacerbated as the cheetah conflict 
As I drank in and tasted the coolness of the water, 
my eyes gazed upon the crocodile's welcoming smile, 
the caption was split apart by the hyena's maniacal laughter,
As I breathed in the heinous adventure,
man what I would do for a cliff bar!
Billy Roberts from Germantown Pennsylvania, you are the planner of my trips 
no longer.
I'm immersed in the baboon conflict much,
Cheetah's are too anxious and scared'
those crazy colored monkeys,
Always be constantly straight trippin,
I suppose its time to go snatch up a snow cone,
At least then i'll be heated up,
Suppose I'll meander down yonder over in the holler,
the Zoo will be closing soon,
Why is this peacock making a bead-line for me?
Get hence from me you beastly bird!
You Great White, who's sensed the blood in the water,
the kids are all laughing at me, 
As I hang clumsily from this tree,
Screaming shrill and hoarsely for someone to come and save me, 
I enmesh myself and become one with the tree,
Ya that's right devil-bird! walk away!
that's why they call me lizard lips,
I can hide from anything,
Wednesday will be my greatest day,
because it begins in W and ends in Y, 
As I take in a deep relaxed breath and pinch my leg until my eyes begin to 
adjust again,
The Bronx Zoo is no bueno,
Asta la Vista you toothy baboons

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“Did Einstein have computer?”
“Internet can tell you better.”
“People there know the answer to this?
How can they, if they didn’t belong to the generation of his?”
 “Because people research, working seriously;
Not like you, questioning continuously.”
“But my dad says that curiosity is good.”
“But unearthly quests do not have fruit.”
“Didn’t the telephone idea seem weird before it was devised?”
“Just go home and focus on the chapters which you have to revise.”
“But among those chapters are the authors’ thoughts;
Their brain carrying knowledge of all sorts;
Most of them I heard, were weird like me
They had this great power of envisioning things that others couldn’t see!
 Isn’t it great to write something so that the whole world reads it?”
“Yes, but you have to revise your present chapters to achieve it.”
“But Uncle Tom although topping high school;
Became none other than some company’s managing tool!”
“It doesn’t matter until your salary is good
And you can always have your favorite food.”
“But I don’t think about money,
I want to find out how all days are sunny.”
“Okay okay don’t earn a dime
Arguing with you is a waste of time
 I give up! Now you should be gratified
Among the world, I wonder when you will be identified
Sit and hope till then,
And make the people around you insane!”

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A look back

When I was a kid,there was alot that I wondered,
Alot I didn't understand,and some things that I pondered.
I was around four or five,and would do this every day,
So I figured I would share,it's funny some would say.
I wondered how the bubbles got in the bubble wrap,
Or how they got that Jack in the box,and things like that.
How did they get the pop in those pop rocks,
How did they put the rings on my favorite socks.
How do they twist the wrappers on a tootsie roll,
The colors in a tie died shirt,how they looked so cool.
Well now that I am older,I laugh at all of that,
Because now I know they don't blow up the bubbles in the bubble wrap.

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FOOD TALK kid poem

Olives are so sweet to eat
Avocados are a treat
I love fruit right off the trees
Sneaking honey from the bees
Bread so soft it floats on air
Curly noodles shaped like hair
But I hate broccoli and peas
And tofu burgers make me sneeze
If you force me to sit and eat
food you think should be a treat
If you want me sitting there
You can leave me, I don’t care
Night will come and bedtime too 
Owls will fly and hoot at you 
Me and food will still be there
Sleeping when you come down stairs

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Quip's What Pinkee Would Say

1. I nee some bo, bo paper!

2. Kiss my

3. Liar, Liar sock's on fire!

4. Life is hope
    I need some Pope
    Hope is man folks....

5. Mercy Said No...No ischeca-duta in bed....
    Isch-cha-denta a pillow to night
    So daddy, Isheah-denta-ooo and I love you too.

6. I didn't Isch-cha-duae to day'
    But for my own sake I will pray this way

7. Mercy said no Ish-chu-de to night
    Cause I said so
    A pillow to sleep on my bed
    And a Gorilla in my head
    I am kind of scared
    That Gorilla might Ischeh-duta-eat me'
    Look under my bed Uncle Gary


Every little girl want's to Isch-cah-duta some-time's......   :-)'s.....Kiss>kiss

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Jimmy, Get In The House

The street lights are on
Get your butt home
‘Fore I come out there

Take your shoes off 
At the door
Separate all your clothes
And put them in the hamper

When you finish,
Come downstairs
And I’ll fix your plate
But you better eat everything
Not just the steak

That means carrots, peas, and rice
Everything on your plate
Until you eat everything
There is no escape

We’ll be here all day,
If that’s what it takes
Makes no diff’rence to me
But what about videogames,
Your computer, and T.V.

Because you only get an hour
Then it’s off to bed
If you try to sneak away
I will, have your head

Cause you know how you are
Especially in the morning
Sleepin’ in class
When you supposed to be learning

Speaking of school,
Your teacher called
She said, you have something to give me
And don’t lie about it, Jimmy
I heard the grade already

That’s why you’re not goin’ out tomorrow
You’re staying in to study
I don’t care bout all that pleadin’
From ya little buddies

You gone be in here
All day
Until you get these problems right
You can not afford
To fall behind

If you start that whining
My belt gone be a walking
So get it together
I bet not hear no back-talkin’

I don’t want to hear your mouth
The street lights are on
Get yo butt in the house

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Spring Brings Peace

Give me a season....give me a start anew
It's gonna be autumn soon and the leaves are dropping like dew
Give me a season...give me a change color
I bet I'd be the color blue....Ohoohooooh... But I'm just a blur
Give me a stairway...teach me the baby start anew
It's gonna be a tornado...pretty soon and the wind is blowing so true
Hold my hand...hold it tight...give me your trust...give me a sign of contentment
I bet you're the color the burning sun....ohoohoooooh...we'll set up a tent

We'll be together at last...the ocean won't separate us...ohoohoooooh no!
We'll be partners at task....the mountains won't make us give up...ooh ooh no!
We'll be together all the time!
We'll be matter what time...
What season...what day...what hour
We both got the power
And we won't cower!
We will blossom up like a flower
And we will be as vigilant as a tower! 

I'll change the season to spring time
Just for you...just for you...
I'll obliterate the darkness and destruction...I'll wipe off the grime
From your hand...from your hand
Our friendship will never cease
And we'll create peace...
Peace in mind
Peace that you'll find
In the Spring time
There is a time
For peace, love and hope
I'll do what you wish and never say "nope!"
Because we'll be working together
And we will conquer!
And we will be stronger!

And we'll create peace...
in due time...we'll have peace in mind
Peace that we'll find
In the Springtime

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My Mum Served Me Coffee

Since I was three my mum served me coffee

I was her first child so she was merely experimenting

I bounced to and fro and spoke faster than she

By the time I was four she switched me to decaffeinated tea!

Gwendolen Rix

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Shades Of Grey

                                                                        Shades Of Grey

A peril of sort left my job moved up North

In islands in the stream some apparent evil scheme
Shades of grey by its means something don't actually turn out to what they mean
Shades of grey silver smile walk the old river Nile
A plate of fries evil pass getting to know the midnight pass

Shades of grey all torn up inside we will hide
Souts of joy then applause some may insist on it being a lost cause
Sadly we put up with the chill running down the spine evil swine
In deepened peril outside twilight Christmas Carol

Shades of grey how they swoon to its nightly visible tune.

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I Am A Jock

A bad play
On a deep and dark September
Gazing from these bleachers
To that ref who blew that call
On a freshly painted court in the middle of fall

I am A Jock
I am A Flock

I've got balls
A fortress deep and plenty
That none will discinagrate
For friendship brings me joy
It's laughter from my best friend Roy

I am A Jock
I am A Flock

Don't talk  hate
For I've heard much before
It's resting in my head
And I'll try not to wake
So It doesn't make you cry
For if I never would of put on that cup
You've  never heard  awwwww shut up

I am A Jock
I am A Flock

I have my hooks
And my cup to protect me
I am such a world charmer
Hiding behind an ump
So another won't bump
I touch no one and he better not touch me

I am A Jock
I am A Flock

And a Jock feels no pain
And a flock seems to die

This is off spin
To Simon And Garfunkle's
I am A Rock    LOL
Gl All

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“Mummy, what’s that”
“What’s what”
“In the jar”
“That, my dear boy, is the best caviar
We had friends for dinner
Last evening, my sweet
So I got something special 
To give them a treat
It’s fish eggs my dear,
They are eggs from a fish
It’s ever so nice 
You can try if you wish, 
My word, it’s all gone
You’ve eaten the lot
You’ve polished it off
You’ve emptied the pot
What’s that, you feel ill
Well I’m not so surprised
I’m afraid my young man
You’ve been belugarised

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Mummy’s drinking shampoo
Though she normally drinks coffee
I just can’t understand it
Why’s her mouth not getting frothy

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Chirty Limerick

There once was a girl we called Chirty.
She was happy just when she was dirty.
She would sleep with the dogs
and play with the hogs
and stay up catching bugs till 2:30.

She just loved anything that could crawl.
When she'd show me, you know I would bawl.
I can't stand the bugs
but I'll still give her hugs.
(even when she hangs them on her wall) .

One day she was catching a snake
I was praying it only was fake.
It was not only real
but a really BIG deal
when it joined in our swim at the lake.

She's an animal lover, no doubt
and she never stays in.....only out.
When she's old she may change...
that would seem oh so strange
cause this is just what she's about!

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To Be a Child Again by Kenny Davis

To Be a Child Again by Kenny Davis

I see the children of today
Their smiles take me away
To my times as a child
And the games that I would play

To be a child again
Means to be taken to an imaginary place
Where a box could be a house or race car
Or a ship in outer space

To be a child again
Means Mother is God in my eyes
My father is like my hero
Like Superman in the skies

To be a child again
There are many times, I would smile from ear to ear
I would jump into my parent’s loving arms
With nothing left to fear

To be a child again
Full of bedtime stories and fairy tales
Whether it was Jack and the Beanstalk
Or Jack and Jill with their water pails

To be a child again
My life filled with Mother Goose
The tails of Humpty Dumpty
And Green Eggs and Ham from Dr. Seuss

Now that I have grown
I recall my times as a child
So young, so innocent
So reckless and wild

To be a child again
My parents would wipe away every tear
It is all of those tender moments as a child
That I will always hold dear

© June 2009 k.davis

Details | Senryu | |

Kick and Run

Kick the crooked fence 
Run with all your might  

Details | Rhyme | |

The Dibbing Stick


The lady I remember with the most regret,
Is Ma Bealitz, a witch I ‘d like to bet.
She always had her eyes on me,
No matter where I used to be.

She only needed a pointed hat,
A flying broom and a big black cat.
She had an aid in Peg Leg Powell,
Who just like her was very fowl.

In Ma B’s window they would sit,
You could see them as you went passed it.
Watching for me eyes agog,
Hoping I’d fall in a bog.

So it came to pass one day,
I took her Dibbing Stick away.
I might have guessed they would see me,
But I showed the lads my bravery.

Over the fence I leant to try and reach,
The Dibbing Stick, her I would teach.
Ran off with it towards the Gorse,
And duly lost it there of course.

Went home to find I had been sprung,
Denied it to the lie I hung.
Until my mother did con me,
Into the truth how could this be?

Mum told me that my best mate said,
He saw me do it, I’ll bust his head.
He had not said a word at all,
But I was caught, I felt so small.

To the witch I must apologise,
A task I really did despise.
But that was only half the trick,
I had to make a new Dibbing Stick.

The Dibbing Stick I duly made,
And gave to her and her witches aid.
My conscience clear I felt relief,
Though peace for them would be quite brief.

Details | Free verse | |


Nice - I'm a nerd
Emptiness fills my cranium
Rain springs out of my eyes - blurs my glasses 
((just give me a second)) I'm sneaky and smart! IN YOUR FACE xDD

Details | Light Poetry | |

Stick It To Him { Footle } Light Poetry



                                                         Out there

                                                                       Used stake 
                                                                                He's baked

Tribute To Halloween   

Also Entry For 
Donna Golden's   Footle Fright

Details | I do not know? | |

fascinated with piglets

Young and old with one glance,
A child of children with secrets,
A secret of yesterday’s romance,
 Produced from wild eyed couplets,

But given the slightest chance,
Would live without regrets,
Parented with a glance,
Fascinated with piglets,

How we love to dance,
Before we take our first steps,
Ants tickling in our pants,
Quickly before home to our pets,

We walk our baby trance,
Followed by puppets,
Then sleep on harmless plants,
Then wake with our forgets.

Details | Rhyme | |


There’s a spider in my shoe mum 
There’s a spider in my shoe
He really is quite big mum
And I don’t know what to do

You silly boy just pick it up
And give your shoe a shake
It’s just a little spider
How much effort can it take

Don’t think I’ll shake him off mum
Can’t pick him up or hit him
He’s really very big mum
And my shoes they nearly fit him

Oh don’t be such a baby
Stop acting like a fool
Please hurry up and do it
Or you’ll soon be late for school

But mum, he’s really massive
I’m terrified, what’s more
He just picked up my jacket
And he’s thrown it on the floor

Alright, lets have a look then
Oh my, this one is bad
It really is enormous
Run upstairs and get your dad

Details | I do not know? | |

My Chihuahua thinks he's a Dane

I know this story is silly
but it's really very true
I have a Chihuahua named Brutis
but for short I call him Bru

With him I'm never lonely
because he stays right by my side
No noise nor bad weather or anything
could make him run and hide

In fact he thinks he is my watchdog
though he stands only five inches high
His chest puffs up and his ears pull back
if a stranger comes nearby

Now I wouldn't say he's spoiled
okay maybe just a little bit
He dresses in the latest styles
some of them custom fit

Some folks say I've gone to far
that some thing is just not right
But all I know is that I've gotta go
because it's time to kiss him goodnight

Details | Couplet | |

Oh, to be Young

Oh, to be young again
To do the things I did then
To run and play, dance and sing
With not a worry about anything

Oh to be young once more
Before middle age crept in the door
Before the pull of gravity
Made these wrinkles on my knee

Oh, to be young and in my prime
Happy-go-lucky all of the time
All my dreams were ahead of me
Knowing just what I wanted to be

Oh, to be young an physically fit
Doing things just for the fun of it
Crazy and wild and taking risks
Before I had herniated disks

Oh, to be young and so smart
No worries about a broken heart
Thinking life would always be
The way it was for you and me

Oh, to be young and free
I would not go back, you see
Unless I knew what I know now
Mistakes I made, I'd fix somehow

Details | I do not know? | |

School life

School life is a bore
Of this I am sure
Coming to school 
Five days a week
While others enjoy themselves
Out there on the street
Seeing teachers 6 hours a day
And most of them being very ugly anyway

School is boring 
Thats a fact
Seeing people dis' each other 
And get maliced back
I am so bored
Yes, it's true
By writing this poem
Which was not for you :p

Details | Narrative | |

Don't Go Near The River

Don’t go near the river a tree has fallen down
The flow is blocked and it caused a dam if you fall in you could drown
But to us children this an invitation was
A big happening in our lives we had to see the cause
Of course we would not climb down to the tree
From high upon the bank we would satisfy our curiosity

Down Milfort Avenue we all trouped 
The excitement mounting with-in our group
The boys were there first of course
Down at the roots torn from the ground with such force
You girls they shouted stay away it was their find
Just go home play with your dolls and leave our tree behind
Well did you ever hear such rot 
We will soon show that lot

Mother’s warning soon forgot down we went to the spot
Those roots from up high did not seem so tall
But now down beside them we were made to feel small
Like gaint arms they were all slimy and wet
But we girls would conquer this climb you bet 
I never was brave and from the start
My legs were shaking and in my heart
I knew I should back down and risk being the fool
But pride would not let me so I tried to act cool

The others had climbed over and to the far side had gone
Knowing I was frightened they egged me on
Up I went onto that tree trunk
Looking down to the river below my heart sunk
What would I do if I fell in I had never learned to swim
Well it happened and into water I fell for my sins
Plunged to the bottom then up I floated gasping for air 
Again the depths called the water my death would share
With bravery someone dived in to save me from my watery grave
Trailed to the bank and with the water pumped out my life was saved

A neighbor heard the commotion and running came
Then into her house to recover my legs some strength to gain
For the walk back home to face Mum my misbehavior to declare
I really was a sorry sight but I did not care
Jumper and tartan skirt soggy the red dye running down my thighs
Perhaps she would think it was blood I had better start to cry

Water filled the fur lined leather boots which slopped and weighed a ton
My dad had worked for hours to pay for them and look what had I done
So sorry I was for myself but punishment I had to accept 
My friends there with me for support they stayed and yet
When Mum’s face through that front door appeared
They drifted away the blame they feared
In I was hauled and asked to explain
Why I had ignored her orders given so plain

Details | Rhyme | |

Two Year Olds

There is nothing like two year olds
They are like robots, only repeating what they are told
we are often in awe of some of their sayings
some of their words stop us from turning pages
they jump, play and just run wild
we look at them with wonder and smile
they came from us, but we ask whose child?

Details | Rhyme | |

If Shoelaces Had Faces

If shoelaces had faces they would get awful muddy,
a walk at the zoo and they’d turn kinda cruddy.
Shoelaces with faces would probly be sad
if they're walked on a lot they might even get mad!
Faces on shoelaces would see lots of stuff
like puddles and pavement and lots ‘a sock fluff.
If shoelaces had faces they might even talk,
they’d tell you “watch out!” each time you walk.
Shoelaces with faces would be hard to tie,
I’d try to make loops and poke someone’s eye.
If laces had faces they’d be hard to keep safe
I’d tuck ‘em in tight, my shoe's a warm place.
Shoelaces with faces would be hungry too,
but what in the world do you feed to your shoe?
Shoelaces with faces sound like tough work,
good thing God’s graces kept my shoelaces faceless!

Details | Rhyme | |


Some little bastards TPed my house and my yard.
I put them over my Knees and spanked them hard.
They ran home and told their moms and pops.
Thirty minutes later I was arrested by some cops.

I spent Halloween night behind bars.
Those kids returned and egged my car.
They also left a flaming bag of poop at my door.
They vandalised my house but at least their butts were sore.


Details | Free verse | |

A Lesson Learned

A Lesson Learned
A man entered this lieberry [his boy a child was young a toddler not yet informed 
by school in thinking thoughts (four or five mabe six)]
this information commons to use a computer. As he sat this young man at a 
keyboard to keep him occupied while daddy worked He gave this old poet back 
his smile and even a laugh yes eye did laugh at this wonderfully impish MAN 
playing computer and having fun acting all grown. The imp did not wave his arms 
and bang them down as some young do he was a man he moved the mouse he 
clicked the icons on the bottom of the screen he looked so serious intent on 
working opening the programs impressing me but he was young for collage 
though now well prepared he knows just how to get the things to work and that 
was quite a lesson learned to observe this so young man at his computer work. 
A Lesson learned.

Details | I do not know? | |

counting my kids

6 beating hearts, 
both loyal and true. 
belonging to only, 
my 4 and my 2. 

12 eyes see my soul 
1 trust from the start 
1 000 000 memories 
6 smiles touch my heart 

8 years of cuddles 
and countless to come 
Inisde 48 fingers 
and 12 little thumbs 

stomping stampeding from 
12 little feet 
laughter explodes between 
200 teeth 

6 gorgeous heads 
sporting 1 button nose 
each with their own share 
of 6 and 0 toes 

no number to measure 
all the joy that i gain 
only 1 way to fix it 
start counting again 

James Mahauariki 2010

Details | Narrative | |

A Witch Made Me Rich

I found a little witch,

Tied up in a ditch.

She was very surprise,

When I uncovered her eyes.

Looking up at the sky,

She let out a happy cry.

And began to talk,

As she picks up a rock,

She hands it to me -

Saying, "soon you'll be,

Very, very rich;

For saving a witch."

"I am very thrilled,

And over that hill,

Your fortune awaits you;

Much happiness too."

She thanked me that day,

Then was on her way.

I, indeed, became rich -

But never again saw the witch.

Details | Light Poetry | |

Big Kids

If you break your leg don’t come running to me
I’ve told you before about climbing that tree
It isn’t a playground for you to have fun
Go out in the garden and play in the sun
Or get on your bike and head out for a ride
Take it down to the beach but watch out for the tide
There’s always the park you could play on the swings
Go fishing or something there’s oodles of things
Now get down at once, I won’t tell you again
You’re ever so naughty, you’re being a pain
Please do as you’re told and stop being a bore
Well! I really don’t know what I married you for

Details | Rhyme | |

Teaching Is Not

Teaching is not brain surgery,
But it is brain enhancing.
Teaching is not rocket science,
Unless you’re assigned to teach it.
Teaching is not a bad profession,
But you do to prepare meaningful lessons.
Teaching is not what just what formal educators do.
Teaching is part of every career that you choose.
Teaching is not terrible.
It could be fun,
Especially if your students are learning,
And the teacher and the good grades are dancing,
Believe me it is rewarding and unbearable.

wrote Fall 2004 
while student teaching @ Neville High School in Monroe, LA,
while a student @ ULM

Details | Rhyme | |

The Silly Billy

I tiptoed past the medicine cabinet
So as not to wake the sleeping pills
I looked at worms with a magnifying glass
But could not tell the difference between boys and girls

I looked for the corner in a round room
For about fifteen hours
I peed outside into a stiff wind
And was baptized with a shower

I threw my clock out of the window
To see if time really does fly
I could not balance my checkbook
Though I gave it a really good try

I do not look into the refrigerator 
Because the mayonnaise is dressing
How much wood a woodchuck can chuck
I try to keep on guessing

I am the Silly Billy
The composite of simple folk
Laughed at by everybody
As the butt of my childhood jokes

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Finding My Pure Heart

All the violence on TV was probably not good for me
All the decapitated corpses on video games not the brightest idea for me
Life’s real dramas just frustrate me
All the fabricated television dramas annoy me
We all love a happy ending yet we consume the misery and pain of others
Haunted by life changing events
At times I just simply need to vent
Why be educated and humble when being ignorant and shallow brings you fame
Why save your virginity for marriage, when society’s sluts take all the good guys that a girl covets
Why be a nice guy, when all the respectable women settle for assholes yet are surprised when they are mistreated and cheated on
Why live a life down the correct path, when the wrong path is glorified and admired by society
Beneath the darkness and rubble of life exist the flickering white light of my once pure heart

Find more of my writings and poems at

Details | I do not know? | |

Love of Berries

I want to run wild through that berry field
behind the brick house my father bought
when I was seven and skinny and still
a natural blond with naive, blue eyes.
I might even wear a white, linen dress
and satin gloves like I wore the last time
I saw it on Easter Sunday when I was nine.
It would be just past dusk, 
and the snuffed-out sun would veil
my pale skin and shade the tip
of my bridgeless, up-turned nose.
Feverishly, my white gloved hands 
would ravage the bushes, ripping
at bloated berries until 
my wrists were smeared with blood-black juice. 
I would shove a fistful in my mouth, 
sour drool staining my thin lips blue,
much bluer than my stale, gray eyes,
and I'd lick berries from my dripping skin
until my father called me home.

Details | Rhyme | |

My cat and my fish

My cat and fish don’t get along
I think it is more my fish
For my cat will sit by the fish bowl
While holding out his dish

He puts his paw in the water
And tries to give them five
Though I don’t know why he spreads his claws
He must not realize

He watches them with interest
And crouches down quite low
He must like to watch them swim
And greet them from below

He balances on the tank top
Like he is putting on a show
The fish must really love it
As they all watch from below

But one day I came home
And my fish were all gone
I’m not sure if they took a trip
Or went away from home

And there sat in the corner
My cat looked quite sick
I thought I better take him to the vet
And better make it quick

And there they took an x-ray
And to my surprise
My fish were swimming in his belly
And they were still alive

My cat looked at me
How could I be mad?
He really looked quite in pain
And how so awfully sad

My cat and fish don’t get along
I don’t think it’s wrong
For one that eats another
Is not a friend for long

Details | Light Poetry | |

The Apples

The Apples

The apples in the farmers orchard were just to good to resist
We used to go and scrump them as if the farmer did not exist
Creeping through the gate and up to a likely tree
Hoping from his front room window the farmer could not see

Many a time we snook in there and many a risk we took
We always realised one day we would have to run out of luck
On this particular summer evening while trying to do our bit
The local policeman patrolling nigh made us all have a fit

While leaving the scene of the crime thinking how clever we were
We should have been taking notice we should have been aware
That the local policeman was watching his beady eye on us
We all hoped that we had made it with the minimum of fuss

Then just as I backed through the gate a burning sensation I felt
As the local village policeman caught me one hell of a belt
The leather glove rattled my ear hole a ringing it left behind
All the apples went flying till not one could I find

Caught red eared I was going to run but where I just do not know
But a hand in blue serge stopped me alas there was nowhere to go
Go home tell your parents I caught you he said
I did as I was told off and was sent straight to bed

When the policeman called I was summoned to appear at the door
I got a good clip round the ear hole to make sure that it he saw
I vowed not to scrump any apples from the farmer’s orchard again
Kept my fingers crossed as I said it as I knew it was all in vain

Details | Rhyme | |

~Sleepy, Silly, Slumber~

I'm sleepy, but my eyes are opened wide!
I get in bed and crawl under the covers to hide.

"Shh....did you hear that"? I ask."I heard something"!
"Oh, it was just your imagination", you say..."it's nothing".

Okay I whisper, and I close my eyes tight!
you whisper "Do you want me to turn on the light"?

"No," I say and slowly peek out over the top of the cover at you.
"Then go to sleep," you say annoyed! And that's just what I do!

"Hey, what was that"!? you ask jumping up out of bed!
I laugh at you still half asleep, as I sleepily shake my head.

"It's nothing"! I laugh, "Come back to bed now".
"Okay". You say still unsure, then like a macho man you smile.

"Don't worry baby I'll protect you, if anything happens tonight"!
I laugh and then ask you, "Do you wanna turn on the light"?

"No, I'm fine, I certainly don't need it, what about you"?
"I'm good" I say drifting off into dreamland where dreams come true.

"Mommy, Daddy,"! We hear a shriek! "I heard a loud noise"!
I get to their room quickly and that's when I notice the toys!

I point to their toys all thrown in one big pile behind the door.
I bend down to pick up his dinosaur thats buried on the floor.

We all share a good laugh and get back to our dreams in dreamland!.
Maybe tomorrow night we can repeat this all over again!

Details | Ottava rima | |


In the very warm May' afternoon,
I decided to take a stroll instead of being blue,
and getting a little adventurous was to discover
another pansy or violet bloom;
these flowers were the precious gifts of a little and frivolous lover, 
who gave them to the prettiest ones who loved a boy in pursue:
and as the rain fell on the maples,
they giggled like silly kids hiding their dimples...

And who was listening what they were whispered?
The songbirds that watched them from the dripping, thick branches,
perhaps learning some of the human behavior from the tenderest ones,
who were quite funny and silly, and made great chums;
gitty was a word they did not comprehend,
but happily they chirped to make them glide and dance:
until their enthusiasm and frenzy did fray,
and they stopped, overcome by their fraility... 

And would their sentinel's eyes move away and focus
on the unhappy butterflies that failed to flaunt their skills,
on the meadow of dandelions I waited to be chased,
but birds and butterflies flew away to warn me of a foul play:
with the fury of an impeding storm, they jumped on me
and began tickling my bare feet, to make me pay for my teasing;
delirious as a frantic clown, I laughed too hard to beg for mercy,
but they, the clever ones, ran off and left me screaming...

And as the rain fell on the maples, the haw-keyed Weimaraner 
came to lick my cheeks, to give me comfort for my defeat,
and he barked and beckoned me to follow him to a nearby hiding:
there the brats were plotting their next michievous scheme
by water-filled balloons and a heap of shaving cream,
as they instructed one another how to surprise me in my retreat;
and as the rain fell on the maples towards early evening,
all their flabby plans came to an end, unable to outsmart their admirer...       

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Details | Free verse | |

Don't Spill The Beans

let's See
     If He

Will Hang
     With Gang

Or Will
 Just Spill

How Many
If Any


Are there

In A

Year ?

Now Don't 
Leave Me

Hanging !   { LOL}

Details | Haiku | |

The red millipedes

When I was a kid
I touched the red millipedes
To make them look round!

Details | Diamante | |

E is for Ecto

Maud dreamed by the fire, her blue eyes half-closed,
While a grey cat on a grey mat beside her reposed.
Then she wakened and watched as the fast-falling snow
Was whipped into drifts when the sad wind would blow.
The moments that make up a life span are fleet,
Passing by with the stealth of a kitten's soft feet.
Since then, many winters this old earth has turned,
And I can't even guess when the last embers burned.
But where the hearth warmed, a computer now stands,
And someone's been typing with very cold hands
And piling spreadsheets on a table all day
On the very same spot where a grey cat once lay.
You're alone, so stop turning -- you won't find a trace
Of the blue eyes and smile of a little girl's face;
But when winds start moaning and driving the snow,
Maud may send you a ghost-mail from long, long ago.

Details | Light Poetry | |

Hammy the hamster

Hammy the hamster’s gone to Heaven

We didn’t say goodbye

I loved him oh so dearly

Why did he have to die

I just got up this morning 

And found him in the loo

My little pet, his fur all wet

What am I going to do

My little brother Liam said

Don’t worry, he’ll be fine

I thought he’d like a little swim

Last night at half past nine

Now little Liam is ill in bed

And Mummy’s in a rage

Cos I force fed little Liam

With the bits from Hammy’s cage

Details | Rhyme | |


As a dad of three I’ve got your measure
We love you protect you give us lots of pleasure
But……mums and dads aren’t as daft as you think we are
Dads give us a fiver and ill wash your car
Mum….can I take a couple of pounds out of the copper jar

My car barely sees water and a sponge because it’s too much mither
And the copper jar that held a tenner now holds just a fiver
And so it goes on

Dad….can I stay out as long as Paul his dad lets him stay out till eleven
A quick call to Paul’s dad guess what Pauls in at seven
We love you dearly but you kids think were daft
But were on to you it’s almost become a craft

And the classic dad can I have my pocket money mums give her last to my brother
A quick word with mum reveals you’ve just had a tenner
Me and your mum we do talk to each other
Clean your room up I’ve asked you 4 times if you don’t that’s it your grounded I said
I’ve done it dad you tell me I go check it’s clean but it’s all under your bed
That’s it your grounded
Toys out of pram and don’t give me that look
You know the one open mouthed astounded
You see mums and dads aren’t daft it’s all part of the game
But…..through all your tantrums and tears
We still love you all the same

Details | Rhyme | |

Mrs. Worth, Joyce Kilmer, and Me

When I was yet in grade school, my teacher gave to me,
a task I thought most surely would be the death of me.
She ordered me to write a verse, in any style I chose,
I will tell you right up front that at her words I froze!

I thought long and hard on it, as any schoolgirl would,
still coming up with nothing did something no kid should.
There in my mother’s bedroom, stored on her bedside nook,
I found my dusty savior, ‘twas mama’s poem book!

I read until I found a poem anyone would think,
was ok, not quite perfect, one step above “what stinks.”
I began to jot it down, unaware what lay ahead,
she’d ne’er be the wiser as my pilfered poem was read.

As I wrote I altered words, for even I could see,
with just a couple changes, ‘twould sound the more like me.
The title seemed so boring, that I switched it as well,
now she’d think this poem was mine and say my work was swell!

Hot cheeked at her desk I stood, as her accusations flew,
suddenly, I don’t know why, my mouth began to move!
“This is really weird,” I lied, “as strange as it could be,
that this guy Mr. Kilmer would write so much like me!”

Sent home with a message, addressed to you know who,
it explained “our” little problem and what I’d have to do.
Red cheeked at the other end, I sat that very night,
when suddenly words emerged and I began to write!

Words floated onto paper, as I in anger vowed,
to write something much better than “trees whose heads are bowed.”
Mrs. Worth, though long gone now, I hope will somehow see,
how her dastardly assignment set my  spirit free!

One thing to remember, should a harsh critique you read,
ignore what isn’t useful, accept that which you need,
never get discouraged if the kudos don’t come through,
‘cause even old Joyce Kilmer once had a bad review!

Details | I do not know? | |

Terrible Threes'

Will he ever stop his whining,
Will he wear his battery out
An ongoing headache circle
Nice would be his voice going out
He has the will of a 1000 bulldogs
Grouchy from short of  sleep
Forever finding something new
To start to pester me
It seems his mission is successful
Changing but the same
The battlegrounds are busy,
Here’s hoping life gets easier-
When he is no longer three

Details | Quintain (English) | |

A winter journal in the snow

from wintery memories hence                                                                                           letting go in the snow                                                                                                albeit did not see the fence                                                                                   just wanted to see it turn gold                                                                                           but now I can't let go

Details | Rhyme | |

When You Have Children

When you have children, your life sure will change,
You become different, and act rather strange.
It could be hormones, because they do peak,
Most of us become, that controlling freak.

“Please do not touch that, it just might be hot”,
Sometimes you’d catch them, and other times not.
They’ll crawl and then walk, and boy can they run,
“Don’t twirl around, though I know it’s fun”.

It’s so amazing, to just watch them grow,
They think we’re stupid, and they let us know.
While looking at you, the stove top they touch
Screaming and crying, “Oh it hurts so much!”

“I told you it would, you chose not to hear,”
“Don’t touch it again, or me you will fear.”
They know how to push, each button at that,
For when that happens, in a chair they sat.

Age two and age three, aren’t really that bad,
But when they are gone, you aren’t really sad.
And when they turn five, your patience they test,
You need a time-out, you know it is best.

They want things their way, or else they would pout,
“I gave birth to you, but I’ll take you out!”
You never did think, those words you would say,
Your mom had warned you, you’d get yours someday.

Details | Limerick | |


This Limmerick 
There was an Old Lady she hailed from Nantucket 
She carried her fish in a red paisley bucket 
She wore her hair up in a honeybun 
She thought it made her quite the looking young 
The Pelican came with a busted wing 
The Old Lady was trying to catch it 
She chased and she chased and she chased it 
She carried a stick made of glass 
She has lippstick it is gloss 
She applies it to snakes and scorpions 
The glass stick not the lipp gloss 
She makes a poor lump of it 
The lipp gloss is read like two lips 
Tulips is many and varied in hue 
She walks in the way of the shrew 
She carries her stick to save birds 
The bird not the woman in the shoe 
That was Old Mother Hubbard 
She has tea in her cupboard 
The Nantucket not Hubbard 
She makes it in gold bullion cubes 
The tea not the shoes 
Millions of bags are hidden away 
Shoe bags not tea bags 
she has shoes for her children 
Yes Hubbard 
In the Cubbard 
The teas are all black and some green 
The shoes are all pink 
Her children are blue 
The Lady from Nan not the Shoe lady too 
The dog eats better than the yew 
A bone from the woman 
Hubbard not Joan 
There was an old woman from Nantucket 
Joan Hubbard was from Shoe Rhode Island 
She kept teas in the millions 
The Nantucket lady not Hubbard 

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The Rainbow Climber

I love to climb up to the tippy-top of rainbows
pulling myself up on ruby red ribbons
and swinging on blue bonnet bows
It can be hard on me when the wild wind blows
A beautifully dangerous love affair, I suppose
Sometimes it can be a thorn
but most times it's a rose
This colorful little hobby that I chose
It always leaves me with sour yellow lips
fluorescent orange ears, and a neon green nose
from all of the slipping and sliding
and the running, hiding, and colliding
Where a rainbow ends nobody knows
As I close,
Let me just say
That the best part of my rainbow climbing day
is at sunset when all of the grey
has been washed away
and I reach the top 
and get ready to play
That's when I take a big breath
smile, and deny death
and I stop
and then I dance
on my tip-toes
and I spin around as my whole body glows
even my clothes
Then I'll slide down head first breathing in the highs
and breathing out the lows
I always make sure to slide head first into the mist
where I am colorfully kissed
and feel 5 years old
I bang my head
of blue, green, yellow, orange and red
on a giant pot of glittering gold
where all of my hopes and colorful dreams unfold

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Me and my rhymes

There was an old lady
That lived in a shoe
Had so many kids
And adopted me too

Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
I wish he'd stop
stealing my candle sticks

Little miss muffet
Sat on her tuffet
Eating her curd and way
I sat down beside her 
She told me to go away

Mary had a little lamb
It's fleece was white as snow
And every where mary went
She didn't ask me to go

Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
I ran up the hill and grabbed the pail
Just to here them holler

Old mother hubbard
went to the cubboard
To fetch the dog a bone
Distracted by the phone
I grabbed the dog and
Took the poor thing home

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Why I Write

I write to release all of the emotions I’ve picked up during the day,

I write to remember happy memories, and to make the bad ones fade away.

I write because I am in love. I write because I’m in pain…

I write because I have nothing to lose, and so very much to gain.

I write when my head is filled with fantasies, dreams and or goals,

I write because just like an actor, my mind takes on many roles.

I write my own songs, poems and sometimes silly little rants,

I write because I feel, I write because I can’t.

I write to show others like me that they are never alone,

I write to create another world that is simply my own.

I write because I am proud. I write because I’m ashamed…

I write when there’s a voice inside of me that can’t be tamed. 

I write at three in the morning when I can’t fall asleep,

I write because it is far better than counting furry sheep.

I write because I always have something to say,

I write because it has made me into who I am today.

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Babies (written by 9 year old girl)

I am a baby
I am only three
I 'll be four on my birthday
And I like acting like a baby
Because you get to suck your thumb
And your Mommy gives you baby food
And your Mommy is a dodo booty head

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My Dream Land

A world to me so dear,
A place to my heart so near;

Love and joy flows all around,
Happy children you’ll find here;
Sweets and candies abound.

‘Tis where I fly with the clouds,
With them I make funny sounds.
Look dear, all the side soaring hills surround.

Small and big streams pass here;
They disturb not my ever tranquil world,
But flows as harbinger of peace and love, O dear! 

Birds, too, sing melodious numbers,
Their song awakes the winds and the leaves from their slumbers.
And oh, how funny it is to see their faces lazy looking like tumblers!
Welcome here, welcome all
A place to my heart so near.

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alien queen

it,s halloween
my canteen is full of caffeine
my cuisine is green jelly beans  filled with vaccine
i,m a alien queen trying to fit  into earth,s,s tight 
belly button jeans hope the paramedics are on site
if i make any sudden moves
what a confusing scene
i,m so betwichen cute and bewitching mean
earth,s little beast are pitching
me on a time machine sending me
far far away oh what a scream to miss the candy bar feast
what a    bad dream
this alien queen won,t cry  just grab  
my canteen and jelly bean sack fly away
but you earthly  beast better beware i will be back
to try once again
see you soon just look at the moon
next halloween day

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The Reason Why There's No Market in Poetry

"Only other poets read your poems"
Said my father, to my great appall
So I plastered a poem in spray paint
To the side of the town's harbor wall

Then the bobbies saw my piece of artwork
And they dragged me away to a cell
Then they threatened to brand me a vandal
And they called up my parents as well

When my father showed up, he was yelling
"What in blazing God's name did you do?"
I replied "You were wrong 'bout my poems
The policemen have all read them too!"

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The Agony and The Eggs I See

aint no big fan of eggs,
scrambled, well, okay
just like the yellow part,
that's all that I can say...

we go back many a year,
my egg friends and dear old me
there's reasons for my ambivalence,
as you will shortly see

one day, a young girl on a visit
to my very humble abode...
decided we should scramble eggs,
but this is what I was told...

don't let that "belly button" 
get into the mixing bowl,
I looked at her quite puzzled,
at what I'd just been told...

that yucky umbilical cord..
that placenta like part,
which did truely look so "ick"!!!
the thought of it from then on,
astounded me,
it really made me sick

so from then on,
whenever I would scamble,
those eggs, now a chore,
removing that elusive membrane
was a neccessity once more

I had some other reasons
for eggs to be memorable for me
like halloween raw egg stunts,
throwing at others,
and, oh my, if you could only see,

I threw one at another group of schmucks
so stupid there were no ducks,
and hit one in the head
from a block, quite far away,
I am quite amazed how I did it,
even to this day...

and one time was pretty scary,
as we chucked one at a door
the maniac inside
charging out at us almost before
thank God he didn't catch us,
or this poem would not be here
he would have killed us if he could
or at least spanked our stupid rear..

there are other tales to tell
of eggs and dumb old me,
maybe in the future,
we'll just have to wait and see.

Details | Free verse | |

Wrinkles Are LIke Paychecks Every Two Weeks

when i was young ...
fill in the blank
as a matter of fact,
after you borrow the car, remember to fill it back up says dad
when i was young... 
i'm drawing a blank
like the millions of chores i haven't remembered to do
when i was young...
BLAnk! BLank! Blank!
my parents would kill me if they new my tongue swayed like a sailor
when i was young... puberty was doubt
when i was young... and wet behind the ears
now life taught me how to dry off
when i was youn- wait... I'm catching myself
Doing the opposite of what i said i wouldn't do
thinking back on youth
when i was youthful i couldn't wait to be 21 and older
now the time has come
and i'm missing being 18 and younger

Details | Light Poetry | |

A Gravitational Pull

Stone upon the water front/
Next to the cashmere pillow,
The pier near the gallow shore/
A man began to speak,

Within this land there shall be no way out accept I tax,
This gravitational pull may bring some down,
Yet if you stay and listen very carefully/
You will live through this time and be very happy !

Many of you have become lazy in the manner of laws,
A decree will be summoned to let us know/
The waiting may be hard to comprehend,
Yet within time you can grow to depend/

The fat of the land,
Let this man take you by the hand/
There can be no further excuses or escape,
The way will depend upon the hearer's !

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Ho Ho Ho

Go to sleep 
Go to sleep
My little ones

Or Santa
Just won't come

For he knows when you are awake
For He knows when you are asleep

Close your weary eyes now
And I'll go take a little peek

Tap Tap Tap
Upon the roof

It's santa coming 
For I hear reindeer's hoofs

Hush Hush now
Don't say a word

Better hurry 
And fall fast to sleep
Or he just may leave you a big turd

Let sugar plums
Dance in those pertty little heads

As I made sure
Santa was nice and fead

Cookies and milk
With nothing else

Oh thank you my dear Lord
For this nice little cord

For they are fast to sleep
Now I can go back to bed
And count my own lost sheep

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The most appalling thing to see
According to the likes of me
Is when abroad upon the street 
A child that screams and stamps its feet
And parents who then try to quell
The ravings of the child from Hell

They attempt, in their entreaty
To appease, with toy and sweety, or
Promises of things to come 
A brand new bike from dad and mum 
So, parents do not plead or beg
Just slap the buggers round the leg

© John W Fenn  27-07-2009

Details | ABC | |

Where Are They Now

Mary had a little lamb that soon became someone's chops
That's a lie, a mouse never runs up a clock, only in the Boondocks
Little Miss Muffett sat on the Spider
Jack and Jill went up a hill, Jack killed Jill and tried to hide her
Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard, there was no bone for the dog
Little Boy Blue got lost in the London Fog
Remember Little Jack Horner
He was put in a Roundhouse and told to sit in the corner
The Three Little Pigs were smoked and placed on the table
Goldi Locks visits The Three Bears more often now that they have Cable
Four and twenty Blackbirds were baked in a pie
The wolf was an assassin from the Government, Grandma was a suspected 
foreign spy
Green Eggs and Ham 
 According to the FDA are now just as dangerous as Spam
Acoording to the Police, there was no Giant and Jack never had a Beanstalk
He was just stoned from his Marijuana crop
Georgie Porgie later became better known as Boy George
The Old Woman Who Lived In A Shoe, still trying to hunt the fathers down for child 
Most of these celebrities wish to stay out of the spotlight
Twinkle Twinkle the Little Star dropped out of school and today is not so bright

Details | I do not know? | |

Windows and Boxes

Then and now,
my favorite thing to do
has always been
looking through windows,
looking in boxes.

I can still recall
that day.
Ten years old,
my first Pokémon.

My friends were my Pokémon,
my emotions were calculated through damage multipliers.
It was the life.

Now, my old friends gather
under my bed,
yet do not age.
But I have aged so much.

Stuck with humans present, I cry for those digital friends,
whom I could love without judgment,
whose overall reliability was a tangible number
in that Game Boy window,
where the only drama I felt
came in pixilated, perfectly perpendicular text boxes.

Humans are so flawed,
but not those Pocket Monsters,
whose margins of error were always measured
in a perfectly percentaged probability.

I know amazing people
who volunteer, serve, love.
they are deluded, imperfect.

I had a creature with low power, basic moves, and that always lost.
but It

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Da boyz a lazy

Ma's a naggin'
I be laggin'
Feets er draggin'
Levi's saggin'

I is cozy
pickin' poseys
Life so rosey
Gotta mosey...

Details | I do not know? | |


Somebody’s stolen my hamster
It was there when I went up to bed
My sister is sitting there laughing
And saying my hamster is dead

She thinks that it’s ever so funny
That Hammy keeled over and died 
Then she showed me where Hammy was buried
And I fell to my knees and I cried

The tears only lasted a minute
When a thought entered into my head
If my hamster has gone up to heaven
Can I have a new puppy instead ?

© John W Fenn  16-02-2009

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One day I will birth a child
It will grow, run loose and wild.

Details | I do not know? | |

Turning point

in ones life time
dreams and reality 
or just a passing
until you grab a hold 
of life

some of the beautiful things
happen when a person
has took all he can take

suddenly that fear
of failure 
becomes a 
flying success 
ride out your heart 

all hate is gone 
until all vague 
insanity problems 
flare. live wild 
and love while you live

Details | Free verse | |

Shooting Blanks

In time corpse shine twilight sun  had tainted my inner vision
Shooting blanks at the rooster just supose another number feeling somber
Doesn't any wonder?
The inclusion within vile pathetic outrage
Shooting blanks as busy as Tyra Banks in bikini eating linguini
Torpedo, remember Frank Serpico?
Frantic in Autumn looking brightly colored orange 
In pivotal choices sense of remoseful inclusion
In dirty laundry vile smell who could tell
A window opens air will blow to breath in the steam,
Shouts of glory to untold story morning glory;
Shooting blanks getting lost in the shark tank
Romantic interlude toward vanity
In tuned harmony to its hidden beasts menagerie
Shooting Blanks in the phone at the door

At the beach while Mrs. Polly eating a peach.

Details | Couplet | |

Eat Your Greens!

By Deb and Dane

“You need to eat real greens.” Mom alarm!
The child went for the ‘ucky Charms.

“What? You're eating sugar transformed!”
They don’t grow that on any farm!”

“You need to eat real greens.” Mom said.
Boyo reached for the Charms instead.

“But Ma. The box says it full of vitamins!”
“Better be! It wasn’t laid by hens!”

“That cereal is nothing but sugar, honey.
Companies sell it to makes lots of money.”

“Then, why’d Dad buy it for the house?
Did you plan to feed it to the mouse?”

“You need to eat garden-fresh food.
You know; been told, I’m in NO mood.”

“PLEASE, Ma!  Charms and milk won’t cause harm!
Milk does come from a dairy farm”

“’ucky Charms might be a nice snack,
But meals must be nutrition packed.”

“You eat lots of Charms, zap! It seems.
More vitamins than ‘ucky greens!

Three bowls downed were his tasty meal.
Out like a light, he seemed to reel.

(Sugar shock set in, burnt him out.)
He woke SO sick. Was there a doubt?

“We’re going to the Doctor now!
Mother said shouting "Holy Cow!"

He’ll give you a little pink pill.
To cure ALL your rambunctious ills

(Rushed to the doctor for some help.)
Sick as a 
dog was this young whelp.

Dad had to pay for ‘ucky Charms
Boyo paid for not eating FARM!

Corps. got paid, pill and cereal.
Doc. got paid  insurance by deal.

Round and round so this story goes.
EAT RIGHT and you'll stop THEIR green flow.

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Let's Be In A Relationship

So you can crush my hopes

Destroy my dreams

Puncture my heart

Murder my self esteem

Vaporize my personal confidence

Humiliate my ego

While throwing me into an abyss of self doubt

On the bright side

You will give me plenty of new material

To write about

I guess I should be in a relationship more often

I guess this is the life of a writer

Find more of my writings and poems at

Details | Limerick | |

I Must'a Been a Beautiful Baby...

I must'a been a beautiful baby,
but that ain't true any more
But try as I might, 
I'm still a pathetic sight,
One that no one can any longer adore

Details | Light Poetry | |

Itchy, Itchy Scratch

Been sittin’ in this pew, 
the minutes seem like hours.
And everything ‘twas said, 
couldn’t tell you what’s the theme

Now I know I should be focused, 
and giving all my attention
The truth... I’m so distracted, 
it’s now reached quite extreme

Itchy, itchy scratch, 
what could the problem be
Am I coming down with something...
the symptoms are all there

Should I stay... should I go
Don’t mean to make a scene
But as I get to be quite frantic
Everyone’s begun to stare

The preacher now has noticed
As heads begin to wag
Oh my, I’m so embarrassed
‘Cause it’s just my dumb shirt’s tag!

Details | I do not know? | |

My Holiday

The Holiday is almost here because:
I hear the sound of bells ringing for needy kids.
Listen at the tussle and bussle in crowded malls.
People cussing and fussing about their so called in-laws.
While the kids is a pouting about their letters to Santa Claus.
The family is decorating our tree with old fruit looms oops... I meant heirlooms.
So lets break out the eggnog to toast the decking of halls in our home.
With granny in the kitchen baking a yule-tide-log.
Look out here comes the so called in-laws.
Carrying the same old fruit cake we gave them last  year.
Put on a smile and open the door to wish them Happy Holidays with gritting teeth.
As I thank the in-laws for the fruit cake that I take straight to toss out the back door.
Lets sit down to the table to eat our Holiday feast that I slaved on all week.
Over to the tree we go to exchange gifts that we really don't want because its 
something we'll never use.
To your family from ours we wish you Happy Holidays even though were looney 
as hell.

Details | I do not know? | |

The Piece of Hair and the Little Girl

The little girl was in her bathtub.
She was minding her own business.
When long came floating by a lonley piece of hair.
Omg the girl screamed bloody murder.
Her mommy came running in only to find a piece of hair,
All she could do was laugh and tell her child to calm down its ust hair.
The mommy left and the girl screamed again, so the mommy came back in
only to find another piece of hair floating in the tub and a piece on her daughter.
She made her ge out of the tub and told her again
It's only a piece of HAIR!!!!!!!!

Details | Cinquain | |


on an
old orchard wall
russets ready to fall-
deep pockets bulge with illegal

Details | Quatrain | |

Fishing Fun

Our fishing trips arn't fruitful,
but they're always lots of fun.
We always have a story
about losing "the big one".

Most of the time we're casting
while dad says "Watch your pole!
To be a real good fisherman
you have to play the role!"

"You can't keep reeling in your bait.
Patience is the key.
If you just stare right at the tip...
You'll get will see."

"Stop making noise!", "Stop fidgeting!"
"Who drank up all my pop???"
"Don't hit her!" and "Don't look at him!"
"This fighting's got to stop!!"

Just when we reach the fishing hole
of course you need to pee!!
Next week we'll try it all again!
It'll be fun... REALLY... You'll see!

Details | Bio | |

You're Going To Get A Good Whoopin Now

there was 
a naughty girl
and a naughty 
girl was she
for nothing 
would she do
but peek at 
christmas gifts
with glee
she would
look for name
like was a game
still curious
and bound
little pokes
in presents
were found
now she
had to
grabbed tape
oops late
in came mom
without sound
she laughed
I cried
said sorry
gift taken
from thee
how dad
spank me

Happy Holidays To All
Love Kathy & Jenny

Entry For Brian Strand's 
Bio Christmas Parlour Poetry Contest
GL All

Details | Burlesque | |

Little Miss Muffet

Little Miss Muffet
Sat listening to Jimmy Buffet
While eating some crud that
made her sway...
Along came a spider
A notorious derider
And here's what he had to say
"Hey, Chickee, come visit my web site!"
At that she made her day...
She "clocked" the "mother"
Like no other
Sometimes things just
turn out that way.

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The Boy Who Liked to Scare

In a little sleepy town
Lived a boy named Jerry, quite the clown
He loved to make the people scream
And crept upon when was not seen

He loved to play awful jokes
Creating ghosts made just from ropes
And hiding in the alley ways
To scare the people through the days

His family was just horrified
And told him it was unjustified
How people would not go out at night
For fear that they may get a fright

But one night waiting in the dark
Old jerry heard something pass
It sounded like a gust of air
But jerry did not seem to care

Then on his shoulder it did tap
And gave his heart quite the attack
He said you did scare me so
But didn’t turn to see this foe

But as his eyes looked behind
He saw a figure that looked quite kind
But then he lifted off the ground
So silent and did not make a sound

It was a ghost and there he stood
In black and draped just with a hood
Jeremy did start to cry
But no one came to sympathize

And so he ran inside the house
Looking white and like a mouse
And panting quickly at the door
He locked it tight sat on the floor

His mother said it seems to me
A ghost you have seen so scarily
He looked at her and to his surprise
Her face was white with painted eyes

It was you he yelled so loud
Yes she said and you see now
That scaring is only fun for you
And something that you shouldn’t do

So now he stopped the trickery
And was more fun because you see
If you don’t like it done to you
Then un to others you must not do.

Details | Quatrain | |


                                           I REMEMBER SMOKEY

Once when I was just a kid,
My sister eight years older,
My sister's boyfriend came to call,
As we were playing soldier.

Stationed in the jungle we,
Cut off from our troop.
Surrounded by the enemy,
We must escape, regroup.

To do this we must make a stand,
Take out that lone guard.
A local girl distracted him,
So we could hit him, hard.

My sister led him to the porch,
To kiss her friend good night,
Not suspecting they were watched,
Or what we planned that night.

They stood before the porch steps,
In young love's sweet embrace,
I'm sure the neighbors heard his scream,
You should have seen her face.

We snuck up very slowly,
They never heard a sound,
They thought that they were all alone,
With no one else around.

The timing perfect as we leaped,
I yelled to him,"ATTACK!"
And Smokey did as he was told,
He ran straight up his back.

The young boy screamed, jumped off the porch,
And made tracks for his car.
My sister cried to Mama,
"He'll prob'ly have a scar!"

The young boy swore that he was bit,
Felt teeth in his behind.
I grinned and said,"But not the cat,
The teeth he felt were mine."

Mama laughed so hard at that,
That we did not get punished.
My sister went into her room,
Her reputation tarnished.

She felt no boy would date her now,
She had a rabid sister,
Who hung out with a feral cat,
No one could resist her.

So cute and sweet, she had it all,
You'd think she had it made;
But with me no one would call,
She'd die as an old maid.

                                                   Judy Ball

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Don't forget the sausages

Pop down to the shops Son
I need some bits and bobs
Just a few potatoes
And a dozen crusty cobs
While you’re there, you might as well
Get carrots and some greens
Some frozen peas, some sugar
And a tin of Heinz baked beans
Some tea, I think we need some
Minced beef for shepherds pie
A pound of cheese, the Leicester
We’ll give that one a try
We haven’t any biscuits
You know the ones I like
Only get two packets, mind
Be careful on your bike
When you get back I’ll do some
Bread and dripping for your tea
A slice of bread and scrape for you
And sausages for me

© John W Fenn  03-07-2009

Details | Acrostic | |

I Love Lucy

I loved to watch her as a child

Laughing at her antics and cooing at her wilds
Over the top trouble and silly jokes played
Viewing every show I could, before my parents waned
Every Thursday night (I think) I'd called it Lucy Day!

Lounging on my bed and letting my head watch this parade
Ultra color, or black and white, to me it didn't matter
Cause that silly red head eating all the chocolate, was always on my platter
You try saying vita-vite-vegamin, without getting drunk!

I missed the shows I watched when I was little
Those actors where way before may birth
but I enjoyed her friend and funny neighbors Fred and Ethel Merts
But let's not forget Ricky, the Cuban mamba king
But It was always funny when he yelled: LUCY!!!!!!!!
...O RICKY! She didn't mean thing!

Details | Monorhyme | |

A baby's cry for help

I want to go for a wee
But there's no one to take me
My potty is too far you see
So I think I’ll pee in my nappy

Oh! now I need a poo 
From eating all that mushy goo
Goes in one way and seems to pass through
And guess what? It’ll have to be changed by you

When I do this I start to cry
You have the nerve to ask me why?
 I don’t cry but the smell waters my eye
Wait till you open it, you will die

*Baby Boo's Shoes - Quicky contest   Catie Lindsey   Contest*   

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The Fox and the Rooster

In a pen of grass and hay
Lived a rooster day to day
Living with his hens and feed
Boasting of his will and greed

The world is not a scary place
Ill go there and I’ll have a taste
And there a fox heard his plight
And said come to my house tonight

Ill show you what the world is like
Come over the walls to mine tonight
The Rooster agreed unknowingly
Not realizing dangerously

And so he climbed over the gate
He did not slow or hesitate
To which he thought was so much fun
But he knew not much of what to come

In the cave the fox did wait
Awaiting for the Roosters fate
Boiling water in a pot
This Rooster did not stand a lot

He walked into the darkened cave
He felt so cold and now afraid
The fox jumped out and grabbed his tail
The rooster screamed to no avail

And then a spot of luck arose
And got that rooster on his toes
His tail feathers came undone
And gave him freedom now to run

He ran across the countryside
Into his pen where he could hide
And never did he boast again
Not to the farm or to the hens

And anytime he got to proud
All the hens in the crowd
Point to his tail bare and still
Where no feathers grow an never will

Details | Free verse | |

No is all you ever say

There you was standing in my way
Each and every day
No is what you always say

Like when I was six and wanted to fly
You said no took my wings and made me cry
If I had jumped out of the tree I would have died

And the time that the senior had asked me out
You said no and made me shout
Two years later he went to jail for rapping that girl and still is not out

Or the party that girl had with no parents there
You said no Even though dad did not care
The cops were called and found drugs everywhere

You was always in my way
And no is what you always say
Thank you mom for being that way

Now I am the one who has to be in the way
And no is all I ever say
Maybe my boys will understand someday

Details | Light Poetry | |

Balloon ride

I saw a balloon the other day
I pulled the string,it started to play.
" A magical balloon." was on the note
All of a sudden I started to float.
Upward higher than any tree
higher and higher in the summer breeze.
Floating up among the clouds
higher than any balloon would be allowed.
Into space black as night
I closed my eyes and held on tight.
Suddenly I heard a popping sound
faster and faster falling to the ground
Then I awoke
realizing my toy balloon had broke.

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That Dreaded Subject

those sums.
Such a bore!
God, please rescue me!
It is like a slow torture!
The only problem I want to solve is lunch!

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Bathtime Babe

I knew a little babe who was naughty as can be.

How did I know the babe? 

Well, because that babe was me!

When ever mum said, " Yes",

Babe would always just say, " No"!

When ever mum said, " Stop"!

Babe would always answer, " Go"!

Bathtime for mum, was a terrible time of night.

Cos she knew, with good reason, just how much her babe would fight.

The tears would be flowing, and the babe cried all the more.

With shrieks and wails aplenty,

Babe was readying for War!

"Oh, my little babe, how I wish you wouldn't  fight".

" The bath's not so bad, and the water is just right".

"Please, come and wash; you can splish and splash with vim".

"You can soak me if you wish; I'll just sit here at the rim".

As bedtime fast approaches,

And babe yawns with all her might.

"What a brilliant bath"! Thought babe,

Then she slept right through the night.

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Old video game systems

(This is a fictional poem)

My son asked me for a video game system so I gave him my old Atari.
When he kicked me in the nuts, I sure was sorry.
Last week I bought him an Intellivision.
That turned out not to be a good decision.
He taped a cherry bomb to my balls while I was sleeping.
The tremendous pain woke me up and I started weeping.
Yesterday I bought him a Colecovision and it was something that I'd regret.
He posted pictures of my tiny wiener on the internet.
Today I bought him what he wanted, a Playstation 3.
I'm glad that I bought it because there's no telling what else he would've done to 

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My Alter Ego


In my eyes as a child my dreams forever grow,
I can catch the talons of an eagle and slay the meanest foe,
Drop to the peak of the mountain top and set my Princess free,
Dive the depths of the ocean and bring her back the sea,
To quince her thirst and cleanse her soul,
In the name of  my  friend, Ebie Sybie So.
I can slap my baby sisters and for all my parents know,
It wasn’t me who did it, It was Ebie Sybie So,
I remember this one most frightening  time, 
When the twins teamed up and beat my behind,
Ebie wasn’t there and it got real scary, 
‘Cause my sister had two friends, Redeye and Kerry,
Redeye and Kerry must have assisted the twins, 
You see they were Cindy’s two imaginary friends,
Out numbered but not out classed,
I cried to my mother hoping she’d beat their ass,
As I went to my mother with tears in my eyes,
The twins got smart and started to cry,
Mom came a running like a mother cat,
You see the twins were the youngest spoiled little brats,
What did you do to my darling little twins, tell me now, I want to know,
 But Mom it wasn’t me who did it. It was Ebie Sybie So.
Well as time went by, it was half past nine,
When my mother took the switch and beat my behind,
She said, that wasn’t nice, what you did, you know,
But Mom, it wasn’t me who did it. It was Ebie Sybie So.
My mom said, when I lie, my lips begin to grow,
Like the nose of the puppet  Pinocchio,
In my eyes, it wasn’t a lie,
And besides Cindy had two friends, Kerry and Redeye.
Back in the bathroom, in the mirror I stare,
What happened to you Ebie, don’t you even care?
The silence was deafening  as my tears began to flow,
It wasn’t me who did it. It was Ebie Sybie So.

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Birds and bees

“Answer this question but honestly Mum
Why is it bees and humming birds hum”

“I know why they do it, yes I have the knowledge
Because after all I did go to college

I’ve read every book and filled up my brain
The answers come quick like a runaway train

The reason for humming of bees and of birds
Is because they can never remember the words”

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The Internet

Sorry, T.V., I got another screen to check-out.

Sorry, my bodily heart, but I have another hobby
To ruin you until death do us part.

Sorry, my friends, but I got a new addiction.
(And your intuition is wrong if you've
Guessed the words "video game".)

Sorry, druggy fools,
I am not an addition to your shame.

Sorry, mommy and daddy,
I've got my own new set of rules.

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Oh my God, they killed Kenny!

(This is a fictional poem)

I loved watching South Park on weekday nights.
But my cousin caused me not to be able to watch it and we got in a fight.
He smashed the TV screen and I had to pick up the glass.
When I got done, I kicked his ass.
I liked watching Cartman, Kenny, Stan and Kyle.
My cousin will be in the hospital for awhile.

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Hazel-eyed Ma grew the loveliest begonias
on her neat and colorful balcony; and if rains
were scarce, she would water them...
until the fragrant buds would bloom!

Exactly at eight o' clock, for three seasons,
she tendered for them with her caring hands;
and no weeds would mar their beauty so exquisite...
all the nuns came rushing from the Convent!

Sing, adorable mother, sing another aria...the happiest one,
as you caress your flowers with the gentlest touch;
crowds will gather underneath your festive balcony, to listen
with interest and acclaim you for your superb vocals! 

Hazel-eyed Ma grew the loveliest begonias not seen
in the most spacious and elegant gardens;
she suddenly was known as the flower woman,   
but also became the envy of many housewives.    

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Summer Vacation

I've waited all year
to hear that bell ring.
When I finally hear it,
You know I will sing...
I want to do nothing
(but maybe lay in the sun.)
I want to hear crickets
and bees buzzing low.
I'll weed out my garden
and watch my plants grow.
If ever I've needed a summer to rest,
this would be the summer I needed it best.

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We each must believe in something to exist

Whether self is king or that in certain vice
To delegate a chance or that in some roll of the dice
Some our content in stoic & mundane
Wile others our frankly mentally insane

For the mighty God has done great things for me

Within pivotal yet fruitless gain or from borrowed chase
A reckless abandonment to an empty corpse shell
An angelic fervor of sorted chasm intact 
For stregnth comes in like a flood

Just suppose we just faintly disagree
This does not negate the real fact of spiritual equality
We each represent a stoic source in truth
Yet devided we sore vex call it a viable truce

Through a barrage in ample demonstrative approach to appease

For the mighty God has done great things for me
With painted stone freshly on the outside patio decorum intact
Tolerance is never an issue anymore
Set in stone its attributes deminish through a slight in hand

Hoping that someday soon we will surely live to understand

For the mighty God has done great things for me
With his mercies endure from age to age
Through frolic in twilight pasture
In ardent song within its smoked filled room laughter

This in effect prepares no one for the great here after?

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The Way Susie Mae Used to Talk

Why dat gull crynin'?!  Hollin' like dat?!
She bleed'n uh som'in?!  No?!
Maybe she need soma' dat pank stuff, den?
You know!  Dat stuff!  Dat uhhh...   Dat uhhh...
Dat Bismorex!!  Yeah.  Dat Bismorex.  Hmmph!
Well, den, maybe huh flioncee left huh.
He pro'bly took dat rang back.  Heh, Heh.
You know him.  You know huh, too.
That ol' low down strumpet!
She be sleepin' wit ev'ry Tom, _ick and Harry in town.
Don't she?  Don't she?!  Don't she?!!
Fool, you know dat's right!
So sank me in Hell!  Shoot!
She sleep wit anythang that'll walk!
I'd leava' too.  Show would!  I wouldn't stay...
Well, den, if dat ain't it, I don't know what it is!
But I still wunda' wut dat gull crynin 'bout!
What?!  She jus' fakin' it again?!  Heh, heh, heh.
Child!  Dat's yo water dat's deep.
Heh, heh, heh.  Dat's yo water dat's deep.

My mother told me this story.

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The Playground

Teeter-totter , seesaw , up and down all day 
Peter, Paul, and Esau, working hard at play
Penny, Pam, and Patti, swinging as they sing
Hear their lovely voices, ringing as they swing 
Up the ladder climbing, a little boy named Clyde
Has such perfect timing, gliding down the slide
The artist’s name is Brandi, in the box of sand
Her castles’ fame is dandy known through out the land

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Doggy doos

There’s dog poo on the carpet mum
There’s dog poo in the hall
There’s dog poo in the doorway mum
There’s dog poo on the wall
I don’t know how it got there
I haven’t got a clue
I only know its smelly
And it's even on my shoe.

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The Cats

If you awake at sunset
You will hear them play,
A sound that’s so electric
It rocks the town away

The drums are beating steady
The bass is at a low
The guitar sends a shiver
From you spine and down below

They sit upon a balcony
Humming tunes away
Sometimes the sax just plays a part
Just like it has today

They call them Feline Frenzy
They never miss a beat
They are creatures of the night
By day they walk the street,

Rattling at your windows
Banging on the walls
Toes tapping up and down
With music that just calls

You may come across them
But many fail to look
The bass sitting behind the bins
The cat reading the music book

Sitting at the piano
Strumming on the bass
With what may be an accident?
It’s done with so much grace

But may just dismiss the thought
They think it is quite a lark
But can’t explain the noise they hear
Just shortly after dark

You feline dance’s quite the step
It shows you where it’s at
If you don’t see the signs my friend
They you don’t know your cat

So carefully watch your kitty
It will give you a hint or three
It shows you that it has the beat
And sings the melody

Dancing in the attic
Singing sweet each note
Swinging to the jazz
That they so cleverly wrote

And when you hear upon your roof
Or hear the applause of rats
Open your window and listen close
To the sound they call The Cats!

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I’m a control freak, for this much I know,
I hate to admit, but I can’t let go.
For I must face it, there’s no turning back,
But then who’s counting, or who’s keeping track?

My friends always know, that I’ll drive my car,
Even when traveling, not really that far.
I won’t fly on planes; no it’s not the fare,
They will not give me, that darn pilot’s chair.

I feel the need, to always protect,
Bad things can happen, so let’s not forget.
Kids think they know all, and safe they will be,
But what if high winds, take down someone’s tree?

Going on field trips, they won’t make a fuss,
My kids don’t want me, to ride on their bus.
“Bus drivers are good, and go somewhat slow”,
They will assure me, so I will not go.

When they start driving, I’m nothing but nerves,
“Make sure you go slow, especially round curves”.
“Where are you going to, and coming back home?”
“Don’t text while you drive, or talk on your phone.”

“Alright mom” they say, while walking away,
“We sure do love you, we will be okay.”
I worry until, in the door they come,
I ask them calmly, “Did you both have fun?”

I know when they’re gone, I cannot patrol,
It is very hard, giving up control.
When they grow older, a family they start,
They too will control, it comes from the heart.

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the dancing machines
please stay away from everyone's knees
you very nasty


Please please please
stay away from especially
my knees you very nasty 
and honorable theives


so please fly off to those daisies
for these these these are the only way I want it to

{ bee's }

Little Song Jenny And I came Up When She Was 4 LOL 
Thanks All For Stopping

Also Entry For Matt Caliri's Contest
Funnest-hardest Poem Ever

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the leaves of fall

red, gold, yellow, green  
and a warm brown
the colors of the fall leaves 
laying upon the ground
one Saturday morning, 
I worked very hard
raking up all those leaves 
in my backyard
and once I finally got a big pile 
looking nice and neat
a devilish grin came over my face 
before I decided to leap
and with the jubilation 
of an innocent little child
I ran full speed and jumped onto 
that big leafy pile
laughing and thrashing about
I had me a ball
rolling around in my backyard
in the colorful leaves of fall

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My Son's Enemy

Instigates trouble
Innocents bubbles within
My Daughter torments

Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 05/20/2009

*My Son is 3 yrs. old and my Daughter is 2 yrs. old. I'm sure that will explain everything. :-)

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Blend Of Everything

Bring it all: video games, dollies, and
Animated Sasodei doujinshi.
You name it,
And heck yes I can be a mean or sometimes stupid gal.
I can be someone's sweetie and then break their hearts
And I can be gentle
By listening to birds and their tweetings.
Oh and I can also be a good friend and send happy
And crazy greetings...
Yet sometimes I believe my pals are deceiving.
But there are three gals I'll luv most.
Even if they're different from me,
They're sometimes so needy for my personality.
I call and talk
They listen as I walk around my room
And then I suddenly shout like as if I'm in doom.
Yeah, blend of almost everything,
Those who tell the truths about me
Are always receiving lies I make up
To keep me and my stuff safe.
They say I'm selfish,
And I admit it,
Yet it hurts for me to hear even a little bit
People saying such things about me.
Blend of everything, 
Some of my friends
Wouldn't agree,
Yet most of them don't see the curiosities
My mind contains...

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An Unusual Talent

When I was young,
I would swear,
That I could taste germs...
Now, how would I dare?

My mother laughed,
Said I was crazy,
But I swore,
Everyone else's taste-buds,
Were just plain lazy...

And I went on to prove,
That I can pick,
Germs out on foods,
Cause sometimes,
I did get sick!!

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Hush hush

Hush hush whisper who dares
The big boogie man is climbing the stairs
And should he find kids who are not in their beds
He’ll pull ‘em to pieces and rip ‘em to shreds
He’ll pull off their fingers and pull off their toes
Pull off their ears and chew on their nose
But if he finds children  in bed fast asleep
With eyes shut up tightly no sign of a peep
He’ll tuck them in tight with a kiss on the head
So come on you kids it’s time for your bed

(C) John W  Fenn   10-10-2009

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Broken Promises

The spirit of the age has tempered vile degrade
In desolation it's will torn wild
We send vomit into letters exposed to loosened fetters
Erupted in mass chaos in its plausible quest
The more we want so the more we in turn invest
We wait in idol fancy as some lost souls in Sid & Nancy
We hurt then tie the tube getting loose lube filled with screws
We plummage into a violent existance isn't it relevant?
We think were alone yet we never are cause God is still in charge
In social regard toward difficult matters that appease
We lose sight of love & social need
In foot steps drawn in the sand someday we may learn & understand
In columns of rescued menure pile in its claim
The world outside is totally insane
A casual encounter with a so called friend?
The next day you got Aids, now you got pain!
The choices we make to appease the mind
In columns of choiced red, blue & brown....

Broken promises through its shattered glass filled with pain
Broken promises  can easily drive a man insane
A court jester will amuse the crowd as long as there is an occasion
Perhaps society is in need of a break on a long awaited vacation?
Closed minded sentiments filled in vile affection
The novice gets hungry stops at his local 7 eleven
Promises made in the dark have come full circle into the light
Broken Promises with advant garde choices made in the night
Elaborate decorum in want of passage;
We last a minute & grieve as the savage!

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Pistol Princess

Only 4 years old and if looks could kill
Definetly different with a will of steel
Butting heads and not getting along
Sworn enemies in a little girls world
Better than Barbies
Claws out like cats
Battleground and  Playgrounds
Strong willed and hardheaded
Little Princess is a pistol,
And she’s about to go off
Little Princess is a pistol 
And she’s about to go off
Screeching like a banshee
Firecracker blowing her top
My way or the highway 
Little Princess is a pistol,
And she’s about to go off

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Why do we need laces?

Why do we need laces?
To tie up our shoes
Why make is so difficult?
To tie that annoying thread through

Mum makes me wear lace ups
I don’t know why she tries
For tying is the thing I hate
And have come to despise

I see my friends with sandals
Or thongs to walk around
Why mum makes me wear sneakers
Is really quite profound

I try to tie the laces
But end up in a fit
For I tie the wrong ones together
And that just makes me trip

And so I keep on trying
To make those laces stay
In a pretty bow upon my shoes
So I can run and play

And when I thought I lost all hope
My mother sat me down
She handed me a present
In a box big and brown

I opened and there they were
Pink and glowing bright
A new pair of sneakers
And oh to my delight

No laces could be found
But velcro to strip them tight
No more fighting with my laces
To do my shoes up right

So now I love my shoes
I wear them everyday
And though one day I might get lace ups
Right now its velcro all the way!

Nadine Hof 23 February 2007

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Dream world

There`s a place so far away
I can get there in less than a day.
I close my eyes go to sleep
In my dreams it starts to creep
It`s not scary there`s no harm
just a quiet stream on a farm.
I sit and fish in an old straw hat
just me an a farmer and a white cat.
In the cool water we dangle our feet
sun shine in my eyes I`m awaken from sleep.

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                                                  SMOKEY AND ME

Smokey was a funny cat,
Filled with fun and love;
Adventurous as all cats are,
And Master of the Hunt.

He stalked the house in search of that,
Which posed some kind of threat,
A bug, a mouse, a ball of yarn,
No pest escaped his net,

That he had formed around our house,
He took responsibility,
To protect us from it all,
Because we were his family.

From babyhood he was my ken,
He always slept with me,
We played for hours in the yard,
Beneath the old Oak tree.

We climbed my swing set, climbed the tree,
Played in my sand box too,
Imagine my surprise to find,
He used it for a loo.

Kitty cat and little girl,
Fought jungle wars, climbed trees,
And then we sailed the Seven Seas,
Buccaneers were we.

We'd hide behind the sofa,
The curtains or in the hall,
And wait in ambush for our prey,
We really had a ball.

My sister's boyfriend happened by,
One night as we were hiding,
I yelled,"Chaarge!" and Smokey leaped,
The boy knocked off the siding,

On the book case in the hall,
As Smokey climbed his leg,
And we were sent to bed that night,
'thout supper though I begged.

Incarcerated pirates we,
The game continued on,
We'd wait until they were asleep,
Then eat til it was gone.

Then we'd escape into the night,
With valuables they cherished,
We'd be away by early light,
Leaving the guard embarrassed.

                                                    Judy Ball

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The Feast

There is a distinctive odor in the air... 
and I am making myself scarce

All are in a state of repose with anticipation, 
but mine is with distaste and finality.
Inevitably it cannot be shunned.
Oh can I withstand them? 
So far away, where the wind doesn’t blow.
Like an unfavorable perfume, the hound flees.  
He seems to be the only one who understands me.  
In total frustration we howl in unison.

Where is an end adjacent to this grievous affliction... 
The only solution to solving the problem of 
grandma’s ‘chitlin’ feasts’, seems to be disporting in the forest 
with the allegiance of my conformable friend, the hound.

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Candy bar

(This is a fictional poem)

When I ate my cousin's candy bar, he invited me outside.
He beat the crap out of me and people laughed when I cried.
I need somebody to protect me from this bully when he gets riled.
It's embarrassing because I'm thirty-six and he's a seven year old child.

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Two Little Ducklings (written by a 9 year old girl)

Two little ducklings
Went on a journey
Because they were looking for their Mother
They went in the pond
Then they saw a Mommy duck
Then the Mommy duck punished 
The two little ducklings
Because they are not supposed to leave home

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The Poopy Face

I am having a wonderful day,
I love to laugh, I love to play,
The only thing I need to be happy would be,
My bottle, my teddy, and my pacifier you’ll see.

I just woke from a nice long nap,
I jump around the room, dance and clap,
My tummy is full from lunch and such,
I love to snack, I eat too much.

A rumble in my tummy has stopped my fun,
Starting to frown, my diaper comes undone,
Squinting my eyes, bending my knees,
I push until the problem springs free.

My tummy feels better but this I know,
A smells is following me now wherever I go,
My clean dry diaper is now warm and squishy,
And there’s something mushy on my tushy.

I am starting to get very nervous,
Do I have to cry louder to get faster service?
New diaper scented wipe then,
Clean drawers would make be happy again.

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Vignette-MEAT & NO VEG

In the Dandy lived a Desparate Dan,
Perhaps the world's strongest man;
A brawny westerner with stubbled chin-
His favourite dish was cow-pie,
Eaten whole...I tell no lie !

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To Julie

To Julie 
Every morning when you wake up we all hear you say,
“Is Gram up Yet?”
Can I come visit Please? I’m all dressed and I’m all set.
“What are we to do today Pam?” you always seem to ask.
Can we draw, can we paint, or do just any old task.
Tell me what to do Pam, tell me what to play, tell me what to do on this brand 
new day. 
When you walk through the door,
The sunshine follows you inside.
The smile on your face makes you wishes
Mine to abide.
You talk to your gram and bring light into her heart.
But when you are angry, you are such a little tart.
Your anger doesn’t last long thank God I must say!
Your hearts just to big to have such a bad day.
Sometimes you tire me out till I just want to drop, but
A day without you makes my heart want to stop.
Julie you are one of Gods little lights, sent down from heaven to keep our hearts.
in flight.
A five year old girl who knows just what to say, when someone is lonely in a sad 
kind of way. 
I love you dear little one, more every day. 

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"Give it back,that's mine",she said, "I'm gonna tell my father",
"Well I don't care,I've got it now,besides,I'll just tell mother".
"Who cares,it's mine,now give it back,or you'll be truely sorry"
"You don't scare me,I don't care,and I don't have to worry".
"Yes,you do,I'm bigger than you,so watch out for yourself",
"Now give it back,or I'll tell dad,and he'll just put it on the shelf."
"Go tell dad,I'll run and hide,and you won't even find me",
"Oh,yes I will,and so will dad,so just you go,and try me".
"It's not fair,you've got your own,why won't you let me play?"
"Because,I wan't it,now give it here,and you'd better get out of my way".
I listen to them fighting,I giggle now and then,
As I remember,my childhood,so long ago,back when...
I would argue with my brother,and with my sister too,
Just like my father,and my mother,and even probaly,you.

By Sharon.L.Leonard.  8th,November,2007.

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Grandma's Rhyme Regarding Money

If it don’t make dollars, it don’t make sense,
Because ain’t nothing going on but the rent.

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Children With Pets

Just love sharing this ice cream cone
Licking the opposite side from you
Brings joy to my heart just like a bone
Glad that you begged with a boo-hoo

Happiness comes to my mind it's true
When I think of playing with you
Wearing the pink bucket on my head
Even though I am a male Bulldog instead

This pink bucket makes me smile
Because you my mistress are filled with joy
When we play a game that's for a child
And a girl game and girl's toy

How excited I get when you get the leash
For that means we'll be walking down the street
My three year old mistress dressed in tie-die
Leggins and very frilly sandals

Maybe no one will notice that I'm a male
Hope that I don't have to use the fire hydrant

(Little three year old girl who has a male standard size boxer or bulldog as he pet and 
companion. As seen through the dogs eyes.)

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Paddling bully

(This is a fictional poem)

In the seventh grade I had a bully for a teacher.
He was ugly and he was indeed a horrible creature.
He gave paddlings and that really got us kids annoyed.
He smiled when he paddled because it was something he enjoyed.

He gave over twenty paddlings a day.
Even if we did no wrong, he'd paddle us anyway.
One afternoon all I did was speak to a friend.
My teacher hit me seven times on the rearend.

It really hurt when he hit me with his paddle.
A lot of kids don't squeal but I decided to tattle.
I told my uncle who stands 7'3" and weighs 250 pounds.
He said he was going to visit my school and that my teacher was going down.

My uncle told my teacher that he had no right to paddle me just because I talked.
Then he broke all of my teacher's limbs and he couldn't even walk.
I got a new teacher and I said Hooray!
My former teacher decided to stop teaching on that very day.

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My Bio

My name is Mr. Moore,
And I’m 5’2”.
If you’re a young a black male,
I care about you.
I am the father of two daughters,
And the husband of one.
I believe in running,
Until the race is done.
I appreciate music,
I appreciate it much.
I am a drummer,
With a distinct touch.
I enjoy the sound of a saxophone,
And if you mention Jesus Christ,
I play both drums,
And sax by ear.
I can play the rhythmic notes,
If they are near.
I like counting money,
Because I’m crazy about math.
I have a little "hooping" skills,
So don’t get in my path.
I had coached for five years,
Being champs of the final three.
Was put out at the buzzer,
The first two were defeats.
I had been with “The Academy”,
For eight years now.
“Tricks of the Trade”,
Was about showing young men how.
I am unique,
And like a little rhythm.
That is why I wrote,
“My Bio” to be a poem.

Details | Rhyme | |

Flickering Flame

You dance around my flickering flame..
You joust with a slight breeze, who will win this game?
Your hypnotic yellow hue...
Draws my eyes entranced upon you...
Blue dances rings around you my hypnotic friend..
Dancing on my senses an aroma fills the air of a cinnamon spice blend.
I inhale the goodness with a vigor of might!
Oh, how my senses are swimming in a pool of delight!
As the night finishes filling up the room..
I blow you out gingerly your fragrance still looms.
I drift off peacefully closing my eyes shut.
Until morning, the night encompasses me up.

Details | Free verse | |

Green and Scream

Hand me the sugar.
Don’t forget the chocolate chips!
Oh, and the prank!
The worms!
The worms!
For an added crunch.
Now hurry,
Go cook the bunch.
We need those done,
Before lunch,
To watch daddy turn green,
And mommy to scream!
Shh…. Here they come to eat!
There they go,
Grab the cookies.
What’s this?
No green?
Not even a scream?
Nothing a’tall?
Darn, we were caught by Aunt Charell.
She switched the batch,
But it was such a good catch……

Details | I do not know? | |

I still watch Sesame Street

(This is a fictional poem)

I'm thirty-five and I have a secret that I don't want people to learn about.
They'll laugh at me if they find out.
People can be mean and I don't want to take the heat.
They must not learn that I watch Sesame Street.
My mom is the only person who knows that I still watch the show.
She says I should've stopped watching it years ago.
Mom thinks I'm dumb because I believe that Big Bird is a real bird.
She says that it's a person in a costume but that's the craziest thing I've ever 
Last week Sesame Street taught me how to count all the way up to ten.
If people learn my secret, I'll never be able to show my face in public again.

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Riddles and Fiddles

Ya, Shar, there are still open ones- will update later and add a new one.
Lilacs- we had a ton in our yard- on Mother's day me and my brother would
go down to the corner and sell bunches for 50 cents.  A good deal, and a fortune 
for us.  Lotsa' time for title search! PS- my friend John and I spoke earlier this 
morn, and I asked him to e-mail me copies of my TV Guises.  Easily the funniest 
and most creative thing I ever did.  From the seventies- one each year for my 
father for his birthday.  My originals somewhere in storage.  They will be E-mailed 
to me, with cc to you... I even did the ads and columns.  They were long a family 
favorite.  I was lookin' at 70's TV Guides as I did them, so the shows are so 
dated.. there are quite a few.  We should have them in a day or two.  I wouldn't 
know how, or even if, they could be ever communicated in this medium.  Got 
some semi- good news a few minutes ago...will talk to ya later.  Have a good day!
Love, Tom...

Details | List | |

Black Mama

Child if you don't get yo nappy head;
Imma give you something to cry about.
Get yo butt over here.
Say one mo thang.
Ima beat the black off of ya.
Wait til i'm finish. 
I bet not hear another word. 
It'll hurt me more than It'll hurt you.
You act up here, I'ma act with you.
Im aint chasing after you.
I put you in this world I sho nuff can take you out.
That's a black mama.

Details | Free verse | |

Little Jimmy

My son came home from school one day,
and this is what he had to say.
As I was playing down the street,
little Jimmy bumped his knee.

I tried to help him up you see, and
then he started to yell at me.
As he bounced around the swing,
he hit his head and started to scream.

As he staggered in a daze,
I thought to grab him and get him away.
The playground was not so safe it seems,
and little Jimmy blamed it on me.

I had only tried to help my friend,
but he did not see it was all him.
The more he fought me,
the more he got hurt,
and I started to think he is a real jerk.

When finally then his mother came,
and told him I was not to blame.
Never again, I think you will see,
me on the playground with little Jimmy.

Details | Rhyme | |

Mother Hen Adopts A Baby

She gives a cluck, cluck
Babies run for they could be out of luck
One baby stumbles and falls
Tripping over his big paws

Gathering all them under
Cover, with her feather's asunder
This mother hen tries to pull them in
One baby can't fit doesn't even blend

For he's adopted don't you see
Totally different from those three
Under the feathers free from harm
There he's kept very warm

What's so different do you suppose
About this one that under her wings repose
Why he's got a nose, long floppy ears
Feet that are huge with padded paws for gear

(I saw this picture of a mother hen that had adopted a puppy and had him under her and 
since I am adopted I thought of using this for a poem.)

Details | I do not know? | |

Spiders eyes

Spider spider in the air,
Floating by without a care.
But I do care little one,
For I'm now not quite so young.
With legs of eight,
And plenty eyed.
There's much to ache,
The spider sighed.
Think how much my glasses cost!
For without, I will get lost.
My hair is grey,
My web is thinner.
I even  liquidise my dinner.
Now I float so far from home,
Wondering where I'm forced to roam.
The wind she blows; I have to go.
Where I'll land, I do not know.
So see, I do care little one,
As getting old is not much fun.

Details | Fibonacci | |


making rocks
paper & scissors-
in old fashioned digital games.

Details | Light Poetry | |


                                         WHEN I WAS A CHILD		
                                   SAW A FULL MOON IN THE SKY		
                                        A FRIEND OF THEN TOLD ME		
                                      THAT MOON WALKS AT NIGHT		
                                       WE BOTH STARTED WALKING		
                                       LOOKING THE STARS AND IT		
                                WALKS WHEN WE WALK I FELT IN EYES		
                                     WHEN WE STOPPED WALKING 		
                                       IT STOPPED TOO, AGAIN......  .........		
                              NOW, I REMEMBER MY CHILDHOOD DAYS		
                                   FILLED WITH FUNNY INNOCENCE 		

Details | Acrostic | |


Public opinions that
Undermine the ground on which we walk
Bedeviled only be enticing jeers
Emotions that are vexing are laid-out with a cuss
Ranting &  raving "The world is out to get us!"
Taking in sustenance over parental spiels
You've not forgotten how it feels?

Details | I do not know? | |

Happy Place

do you know the feeling i feel?
that feeling you feel when you feel a feeling you felt before?
that yummy feeling of a delightful memory you will forever charish
that memory that has you smiling and giggling?
a crisp feeling in your belly of happiness?
i feel as if i should let you know im feeling this way 
because its important you feel that very same way
its a feeling you must feel everyday
or else it will just fade away!
like a red kite, flying away, 
a very tragic tale..
but you must keep the kite near the warm ground
keep it close and tight and loved.
lets feel this feeling now, 
so remember a day where nothing was in the way
not a care, not a worry and deffinatly not a quarelle 
feel the breeze, maybe not of wind
but of greatness in you.
feel it for just a moment and return to the world
give it a smile and walk on by.

Details | I do not know? | |

A Tale Of Two 'tweens

Two boys in their 'tweens 
Around the time of 1915
Had jobs and chores at home
Couldn't just run and roam

One Saturday when in town
Saw an ad  the circus 
Was coming around
Saved their pennies

Did some work
Couldn't wait to see
What was possible quirks
Thrilled with excitement

When the time came around
Wanted to go all day to town
Around lunch dad said could go
They ran to all the way to show

Longingly waited in the line
Wondering what on the inside
They would finally find
Inside the huge tent

Found seats prefectly fixed
Comfortable in there place
Never knew would have to race
Outside in a heated pace

To be saved from terrible harm
The show had started excitement
Built, someone in the bleachers
Some liquor spilled

Another person who just as careless
Threw down a match that was what set it
Someone yelled fire as the tent went 
Up in flames and the 'tweens

Went jumping, running
Saving their skin
Looking back over their 
Shoulder as they ran

Both hit the brick wall
Of the local dry good store
Knocked flat out pulled
Away from the fire

By some passerby
Lived to tell about it
On another day 
I was glad they were alive that I say

(This is based on a true story that my father told me of this happening to him and his 
brother in Concord around 1912 up to 1915.  They were both just before being a teen ager 
or very early teens.)

Details | I do not know? | |

Gettin' Them Maters

When I was just a toddler,
Just a small tike I was
My Grandma grew a garden,
I liked them maters because.

Pa-Pa put me in the stroller,
Off  to the garden we’d go.
He’d pick me some, and I would eat
Them little Tommy toes.

Grandma would see when we got to the house
Just a minute or so later.
Me and Pa-Pa had been to the garden and
He’d been getting’ me them maters.

My clothes would be soaked with that mater juice,
So into dry clothes I went.
Them maters were good, I knew one thing sure,
And that Pa-Pa was Heaven sent.

I’ve grown up now, and Pa-Pa’s in Heaven,
But my taste hasn’t changed though it’s later.
When Grandma grows them Tommy toes
I still enjoy getting’ them maters.

Details | I do not know? | |


                      Ol  master,i'm your cat
                That's what i'm here for,i'll take care of that
                       I'll watch closely
                 He won't gnaw on your sleeve
                 And forget about leaving out a chunk of cheese
                         I promise ol master
                 He won't grow into a rat
                 Because i'm right here,i'll see to that
                 So forget about locking up your cat
                           I'ii catch that rat

Details | Free verse | |


As children we would stare.
We would steal bubble gum.
and spew vomit.

Now it is right to avoid the eyes
that return the gaze
of stoner haze. 

A lot can be said on why
you stare at others.

Details | Quatrain | |

Closet Doors

Most closet doors are ok, if they're brand new homes.
Decorated with posters of the Rolling Stones.
Oh the monsters I made up when I was a child.
Inside my head were the sights of beasts running wild.

Some closet doors are made to punish naughty kids.
Because parents, though some grand, really blew their lids.
Long timeouts in the dark, sit still and be quiet.
But when I got out, I'd start a brand new riot!

Luckily all those times, are all behind me now.
So when I think back then, there's no beating my brow.
I don't see the monsters, or wild beasts anymore.
But clothes kept getting larger, in my closet doors.

Details | Rhyme | |

Blue Collar Blues

I ain't got no money,
But I work my butt off,
Every single day.
I work so I can have a place to stay
All of the time, 
I work to get half of your dimes,
That you drop when you go down to flop.
Unlike you I never have time to watch the clock.
I got a degree that I don't use,
Because of the negligent leaders that you choose.
Unskilled labor aids the campaign.
You talk about me,
But you don't care to know my name.
I got skills:
But I have to pay the bills.
I want to be like you and cruise on a yacht.
I'm building what you bought.
I'm putting your house on a lot.
I'm scrubbing your pots.
I'm working as an indentured servant.
Hoping that I get what I'm deserving,
But for the time being: I'm slaving,
Dancing to my homemade tunes,
Complaining to colleagues, who are 
also on their knees praying for life
To get better, Singing strongly the 
Blue Collar Blues.

written 9-5-04
while still a college studenta

Details | Free verse | |


Fighting for that last chocolate chip cookie
Arguing over the doll you know is yours
Fighting for the front seat in the van
Arguing over who got more frosting on their cake. 
Fighting for the allowance neither deserve but they give anyway
Arguing over who started it and who will finish it
Fighting over who saw that cute bag first and who will keep it
Arguing to keep the bag of chocolate she says was actually her’s
Fighting for the armrest in the car
Arguing with “Did not!” and “Did too!”
Fighting over the attention from the grownups.
Arguing over who is really older
Fighting over the CD player she says she has no idea where it went
Arguing and Fighting will never end but the love remains the same

Details | Free verse | |

Potty Training and Capitalism

Potty Training and Capitalism

“My Bobbie was potty trained by 13 months”
The wicked lady drawled

As she cast a sideways glance
My direction

The glance
~was noted!

My 2 year old daughter toddled around
The palpable silence
Conspicuously diapered

My wounded motherhood
Bled silently
As I vowed to the sky,
“…as God is my witness
My daughter will be trained!!!”

I worked

Potty Training is a Myth!!!

when she finally
the diapers disappeared
only because she wanted the cool pull-ups
on TV

Two points for capitalism
And motherhood loses in overtime…

As I smiled slyly
When my second daughter was born

And waited patiently
For the TV to work its magic…
I’m not a bad mother,
I’m just a devoted capitalist!

Details | Pastoral | |


It's summer, It's hot 
and I'm praying It won't rain
on my way to the beach
riding the F train
I get to Coney Island 
and from the boardwalk I see the sand
looking out towards the ocean
on the beach I now stand

a day at the beach
I can hardly wait
to sit under the rays of the sun
and play in the waves
I lay down my  blanket
and set-up my umbrella stand
I place my cooler of goodies
firmly in that sand
I slather on the sun blocker
for I need protection
I stand at the water's edge
at look down at my reflection

a day at the beach
frolicking in the ocean's waves
a memory form childhood
that I will treasure and save

Details | Cowboy | |

Dancin' at the Wagon Wheel

My ol' memory is hazy
And sometimes things don't seem too real;
But I can still recall the night
That I danced at the Wagon Wheel.

Well, seems I was in a good mood
And was puttin' on quite a show;
Prancin' on top of that slick bar
And yellin' like a crazy crow!

I wore my new black Hoppy shirt
And a pair of Gene Autry boots--
They say I danced till 'bout midnight
And did all them ol' cowboy scoots.

Then outside that saloon window
Comin' in was a gent in black;
They said he was that bogey man--
Since that night I never been back.

So ends my honky-tonk story;
Like Red says: "It's saucered and blowed"--
I never danced for drunks again
Like back when I was four years old.

Details | Limerick | |

The Ape Climbed Up The Drapes

The Ape climbed up the drapes
 just to get to the juicy grapes!
The Ape filled up his pajamas
with very sweet creamy bananas !

Details | Couplet | |

Rascals at Play

Let's go out on the battlefield
Okay, make sure we have our shield

Get your men and all their sons,
Get all of their big black guns

Then it will be all peaches and cream,
Cuz we defeated the other team

We've had lots of fun although,

She'd think I'd dropped an atom bomb, 
Guess who it is,it's my mom.

Details | I do not know? | |

A sore loser

(This is a fictional poem)

When I was a child, I wasn't a good sport at losing.
I took a bat to the winning team and I gave them a good bruising.
The coach was so mad that he took a swing at me but I ducked.
I then hit him in the crotch with the bat and he was out of luck.
I would get pretty sore when I didn't win.
From that day on I was forbade from playing baseball again.

Details | Quatrain | |


He is not more than four
with the adventurous eyes of a conquistador;
he is rascal but cute,
and with his innocence my rebukes he dilutes!

Little rascal, slowly ride your tricycle down the bumpy block;
be careful not to fall off, and don't turn when I yell, " Stop! " 
When I was your age, I did what you are doing now,
and riding fast on grandma's farm...I hit the biggest cow!

Cry when I scold you, it'll teach you a first lesson;
better watch out for danger than get hurt and bleed!
No Spunge Bob's ice cream at six o' clock, if you won't slow down! 
I laugh when you say, " I am sorry! " thinking of your treat!

He has a sharp mind, a knock for furious things and all the more he must dare; 
and as rascal as he seems, he hugs me when he's wrong...and sadly breaks down!
I am a fair uncle, and I wouldn't punish him for a mischief that he has done!
And pedaling away he gets more thrilled than a clown with fuzzy, red hair!

He is growing up too quickly by the day,
and like a rebellious grown-up...he puts up more resistance,
but if he thinks he'll get away with his childish mischievousness,
aside form being rascal but cute, in a second I'll wisk him away! 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Details | Free verse | |



David, all others fail to 
capture my gaze in the ways 
that your physique does.

Your rounded muscles 
and strong upper thighs 
lead my eyes to somewhere 
above the thighs,
where what hangs 
so blissfully, 
is such a wonder 
to my young girly eyes.

Never have I seen 
such a mysterious sight, 
for it's usually covered 
with a loin cloth.
You've shed light
on a lot for me today.

So glad I made this trip 
to Florence, Italy; 
it was worth the jet lag 
that made my nine year old 
eyes sag.

Not all of the little girls 
back home will believe 
what I saw, 
when Mom's 
back was turned!
Chao, David.

Details | Alliteration | |

Tiny Timmy

Tiny Timmy

Today Tiny Timmy tries to talk. Terry Thomson tells Timmy that talking is too 
tough for a two-year-old. Tony Thomson tells Terry not to tell Timmy that. Tammy 
Tilson tells Tony, Terry and Tiny Timmy that Tinseltown has two tall towers, 
Tinseltown Toy Tower and Tinseltown Trinket Tower. Tammy tells Tony that 
there's a Two-Year-Old talking translator there. So Tiny Timmy, Too-Tall Terry, 
and Talkative Tony travel to Tinseltown. While traveling, Tony talked to their 
Treasurer, Tommy. Tommy told them to talk to Tina. Tina told Tony to travel 
tirelessly. Then, during the Thomsons travel, Tina traveled too. At Tinseltown, 
Terry taps a tambourine, Tony talks to a toucan, Tina throws a truck, and Timmy 
traverses to the trinket tower. Then he finds the two-year-old talking translator. It 
translated to this,”Why does this poem have so many T's?”

Details | ABC | |

Grounded (Let Imagination Run)

I let imagination run I let him run for awhile
I let him run so much I think he ran wild

First it was a crocodile that stretched for miles
With huge yellow eyes and a 1,000 tooth smile
He gave a great chase around the kitchen Isle
But it was him not me who broke the kitchen tile

Imagination ran into the living room
Where I ran to find no floor in there
I had no fear when a rope appeared 
So i could swing to anywhere 
Little did I know that the rope is a curtain and the curtain could tear
So me and imagination had to run out of there

So we ran into a bedroom where an octopus  was at play
I thought to myself this guy might just stay
So I jumped to wrestle against his many legs thought i would last all day
After I won i realized i trashed the bed that my mom just made

So here I am sitting my imagination outside on an adventure to the moon 
Imagination will come back and all to soon
Maybe it will take me on a giant balloon, or let my ride typhoon, or ride the milky way on
a silver spoon
But for now im just sitting imagination got me grounded to my room

Details | I do not know? | |

"Porkpie Jones."

Porkpie Jones has brittle bones, and crusted corn-filled toes,

And sleety eyes and bulgy thighs, and brillo pad elbows,

His underarms are typical farms, and reek a barnyard smell,

Its quite the place for creepy, crawly, parasites  to dwell,

The ample dirt in his ears and on his head has just began to harden,

There's so much dirt on him everywhere, he could grow a flower garden,

The birds fall quickly from the sky, whenever he starts to speak,

His teeth and gums are as black as coal, and all his bone joints squeak,

He trips when he walks, spits when he talks, and spills everywhere when he drinks,

Three triple Dagwood sandwiches to him are a light snack, his decorum and etiquette 

The ground shakes when he takes a step, and cars fly when he sneezes,

And he feels free to dine and snack on anything he pleases!

The sight of water gives him chills, and soap will make him screech,

He can't fit in his bathtub, so he bathes at the beach,

Porkpie dives into his drinks, and scorns the use of cups,

And when he falls, some will laugh, but the ground starts cracking up...

He's never been able to touch his toes, he can't reach any farther than his hips,

When he bends over, its always a treat to experience a total eclipse,

His home is in disarray, it needs improvement,

Porkie Orlivander Jones scorns unnecessary movement,

He's absolutely clueless, on how to close the gate,

Or feed his starving fish, or wash his every dish,

Or vacuum his entire floor, where dust mites romp and roam,

Or change his heaping can of trash thats nearly large as Nome,

Loads of bills that he won't pay, coat his table tops,

He puts his Suitcase in his closet, right next to the lamb chops,

Porkpie never was that bright, in school he was a tease,

In fact I think his grades were so low, that he would get straight Z's!

Well we all can learn a lesson here, I'm sure that all is known,

That we must keep our appearances neat, and always brush and scrub our feet,

And be respectful when we eat, or we could all end up like Mr. 

Porkpie Orlivander Alowicious  Alexander GianCarlo Markowitcz Jones!!!!!

Details | Rhyme | |

Billy Bizmark!

Billy Bismark, bounced his ball on Bentley Green,
Susie Shaw, shaded in a distant dream,
Billy Bismark bounced his ball onto her head,
Susie Shaw, then shook her hand and said,
“Naughty Billy Bismark, bouncing with your ball!”
“Naughty Billy Bismark, that Ball will you befall!”

Billy Bismark, bounced his ball on Bentley Green,
Tilly Trite, lay under hedge unseen!
Billy Bismark bounced his ball upon her lap!
Tilly Trite, then to him did so snap!
Naughty Billy Bismark bouncing with your ball!
Naughty Billy Bismark that ball will you befall!

Billy Bismark bounced his ball on Bentley Green,
Policeman Pete was walking past unseen! 
Billy Bismark, bounced his ball onto his hat,
The Policeman took his ball, and that was that!

Details | Acrostic | |

Brother's Refreshing Run!

~"Run run as fast as you can."
~"Everybody knows you can't outrun Jimmy!"
~"Under the house! Quick! he won't follow you under there!"
~~BAM! "Reuben ~ duck! You can't just run up under the house!"
~"Eventually he will give up and go away. Then you come out!"
~"Now Reuben! Come out Now.. But run for the house!"

~"Curve and weave and he'll miss But don't you stop."

~"Bet ya money he could lasso a bull."
~"Lot's of practice make a bad boy good at what he does."
~"Actually he ain't all bad. He gave me some of his candy once."
~"Candy he dropped in the dirt I betcha! Or worse."
~"Keep your eyes open. He ain't gone far! Run! Run! here he comes again!"

~"Just let me lasso you one more time and I'll quit!"
~"Ah shucks! I didn't hurt ya! why ya wanna cry for?"
~"Mama better not hear about this!"
~"Ever think you might grow up to be a Bull? You need practice!
~"Someday when yall grown and learn about recreation ya gonna thank me!"

~"Everybody knows recreation is good for ya! Even a dummy knows that.

~"Babies cry and girls. Patsy's crying cause she's an old ugly girl."
~"Let her cry by herself.. Hush that up! Ya better RUN!
~"Alright, I won't rope yall no more today. Just one last time!"
~"Come on, eat this candy; It taste like dirt; But you will like it."
~"Keep yall refreshed is all I'm trying to do.. It's just recreation..It's good for yall. 

Details | Verse | |

I Lost My Parents (Age:8)

I lost my parents, oh what will I do?
Now who will be there to help tie my shoe,
Or help me to try and count six plus two,
I've got to go find them, it's all up to me,
I better start looking, but where could they be?

The first place I'll check will of course be the zoo,
Because Daddy likes "Mickey" and Mommy likes "Pooh".
If I don't find them there, the next place I'll look
Will be in the back of my pre-school book;
Mommy and daddy just bought it for me,
It was a present when I turned three.

If I can't find them still,
There'll be no way to stop it,
I'll have to go up and check in my closet!
I know it'll be scary, closet monsters are hard,
But I gotta go do it, and keep up my guard;
Mommy and Daddy are counting on me,
I better start looking,
But where could they be?

Lauren Elizabeth Stoner
Copyright ©2006 Lauren Elizabeth Stoner 

Details | Light Poetry | |

Are We There Yet?

you ask a silly question!
of course we are, silly one
we're always there,
wherever we are...
we are there!!

Details | Quatrain | |


"Our family isn't normal!",
you often like to say.
What's wrong with popping wheelies
in a mower race with Ray???

So what if dad likes mooning
and showing off his rear.
You might see when you're older,
You will face your biggest fear.

Your house will be just like ours!
Your kids will all be nuts!
I hope you're ready for this life...
Do you think you've got the guts?

Will you laugh it off
when your "sweetheart" needs a ride...
(even when she say she hopes
you'll duck your head and hide?)

I hope you will remember 
how it felt to be thirteen.
When your family isn't normal,
and your dad's "King of the Bean".

Details | Bio | |

An Engaging Visit To The Hospital

Last night I had a face to face confrontation with my floor.  I redecorated it in 
crimson red.  A poorly thought out medicinal cocktail, mixed with a bit too much 
wine, helped me demonstratre Issaac Newton's theory of gravity. As well as 
adding further evidential proof to the theory of entropy.  Now blue and purple have 
always been my favoite colors, so I was pleased to see my now "tie-dyed" torso.
I had a number of pleasantries in strore for the staff- like my usual red "TRAUMA"
stickers on my forehead.  And, of course, I always sign in as Randell P. McMurphy
I find  a hospital setting a good place to have some fun, well, at least if I'm not 
dying.  Sleep well, my friends.

Details | I do not know? | |

I'm an adult

i want to be in the dark
clearly my thoughts and words have no bearing
so why should i say a 
word to you 
a word of wisdom from me you seek 
an Oscar, Emmy, Grammy I just received
"I'D like to thank God for blessing me with a...brain!"
you actually believe i can think....
are you sure?
will it change the image...
do you hear an actual adult
5'11"...and still a child....

Details | I do not know? | |

My Footsteps...

Sometimes as I lay in my bed, I hear sounds.

Sometimes it can be very loud and then it can be very low.

Just what it is, I don’t know?

Dad say’s it’s all in my head...

He says that I should not be scared.

Mom says it’s just this old house, just settle in.

Almost like when Grand daddy sits in his old chair.

I guess Mom and Dad could both be right? 

Maybe it’s just me and my fear of the night? 

Soon after they leave, I finally settle down.

When all of a sudden!

I hear a loud sound, Boom!

I sprang from my bed and ran down the stairs and what should I see?

It’s just our old dog Ralph and silly little me. 

Oh! What a relief... I’m so glad to see, it’s just Ralph and me...

I guess the only real noise I hear, are just the footsteps of me.

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Beaver Spends the Night With The Brady Bunch

Ward drops Beaver at Seven O'clock sharp
Carol tells Beaver to get ready for bed, it's getting late and it's after dark
June calls and tells Beaver to  eat everything on his plate
Bobby says you are like me on the phone, you are listless
Beaver tells Bobby she just wanted to give me the business
They all gather at the table for dinner
Beaver tells Alice she is getting thinner
Alice replies flattery will get you everywhere
Cindy belches and the smell of her breath carries through the air
Beaver tells Cindy  doing that at the table takes bravery
Marsha comments to Cindy  you are not acting like a young lady
Jan is wearing her birth control glasses
Greg sings a song at the table, he is taking singing classes
Peter tells Beaver about their Hawaii and Grand Canyon adventure
Beaver tells Peter that Gus the Fireman wears dentures
The door bell rings, Alice answers it and in steps Barney Fife
He asks Alice to be his wife
The date is set for them to be wed
Barney reserves a room at the Y for their honeymoon, Barney assures Alice that 
they will have separate beds
Cindy is asked to be the Maid of Honor and Beaver the best man
Sam the butcher comes in and asks Alice where does our relationship stand
Mike Brady asks Sam to leave
Barney's  suit is still  the Salt and Pepper Tweed
Barney threatens Sam with his one bullet
This is a night Beaver will never forget
Eddie Haskel stops by with Lumpy and visits Beaver and says  they will stay as 
long as they can
Eddie and Lumpy have a thing for Jan
Greg and Marsha are falling for one another
But later on Greg dumps Marsha for her Mother
So now it must end as a great experience for all those who were there
Nine people with one bathroom to share
Beaver leaves the next morning in a good mood and feeling very jolly
He says boy, I can't wait to get home and tell Wally

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Nose pressed flat upto the glass,
Pockets tinkling full of brass;
Oblong jars,row on row
Candy -filled,to over flow.

Mintoes,chews and Pontefract cakes,
Limes and milk chocolate flakes;
Jelly beans and sweet love-hearts,
A few of each ,just to start.

Toffee whirls and butterscotch,
Long liquorice laces,all top-notch;
Aniseed balls,French bonbons,
Available now without coupons.

Sugared almonds and white mice,
Vanilla fudge,a penny a slice!
Just for starters a chocolate ice,
As it's going at half-price.

Barley sugar and a sherbert straw,
The shop bell tinkles as I close the door;
Is that th time! I'll have to skate,
Back into school,I can't be late.

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Is I Is or Is I ain't? (a bow to the Cab)

I woke up this morning
And found I wasn't me
I looked so gosh-darn
As anyone can see

Where did I go, and
who is this?
I struggled with the thought
I ain't this person in the mirror
I ain't what I thought ought

Oh, what the heck
Maybe it's all for the best
I climbed back in my bed
And continued with my rest

I was never that darn charming
and no handsome movie-star
I wish I had their looks
But you are just what you are

Awoke again, and to my surprise
Another strange face before my eyes!

I figured, wow, this is cool
I'll sleep much on and off
Until I find a face
That doesn't make me cough

So, children, listen to me
Be proud of what you've got
don't be so darn envious
You putrid piece of snot!

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Build a Better Mousetrap

I'm not all that handy,
nor so very bright too
I sometimes ask dumb questions
that's one thing I'm apt to do

One day I asked my father;
"Say, Dad, what's a ratchet?"
he fixed me with a wise look,
and said, "Son, it's just a
bit bigger than a mouse sh_t!

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Under The Bed

Strawberries, Blueberries, Cherries

   all sorts of  berries under my bed

                  why?     why?

                  to make a pie

                  why?      why?

             'cause mommy forgot

             that I haven't been fed

        before she tucked me into bed.

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' Sweet, Little Man ... ' (Limerick # 3)

             ‘ Sweet, Little Man ’

There Was the Sweetest, Little Man, Named Nate
    Who was so Bald… He got a Headache
      From the Kisses, that were Planted
On His ( 2 Month-Old Head )… He Demanded …
“Why Won’t Mama, Put A Cap On My Pate ?

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Milt This One Is For You

I promised Milt I'd tell him a tale
Turn on a little Hillbilly music OK
I was about  the age of six or seven and bootleggin was a real bad habit.
Or so I heard

We had one road called the Cannon Ball Road
Where the law'd hide in the trees and wait for the brew
Trying to stop all of these illegal crews
Or so I heard

Now where we lived there weren't many homes
And most of the owners worked their homes were so new
You see all this took place back in WWII
Or so I heard

One afternoon mom, my little brother, a cousin and me
Were in the house it was pre TV
The door burst open and a man ran in, "I gotta use you phone right away," said he
Or so I remember

Scared to death mom showed him the phone
We all just stared as he made his call
And Zeke my  little brother started to bawl.
Or so I remember

He hung up the phone thanked mom and explained
He had to get hold of his brother, he said
It seems he'd heard the cops were planning a raid.
Or so I remember

He left and mom rushed to the door
There was no way to lock it to stop another scare
So she and my cousin pushed up a big chair.
Or so I remember

The next thing she did was then call my dad
"Call next door to his brother " is what he said
Zeke and I climbed upon the back of the chair 
And looked out the window until he was there
Or so I remember

The cops did raid Bushers Grape Vine after work
And as it turns out they went to our church
We found out  he had ran nearly three miles to ask for mom's help
Or so I remember
Zeke and I had so much fun on the back of the chair
Whenever dad would have to work late at night
We'd beg mom to lock the door to avoid another such scare
Or so I remember

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Today we fought and spat to see
who would be King of the Hill.

Now as our prayers are heard
we must declare a truce.

For even the bravest Knight can't climb
the hill of terror in the nights darkness.

But with the morning sun
the white flag will be tossed aside.

I will race you to see who can eat grits and eggs
faster and pull on clothes quicker.

We will run in the sunshine, racing to the
bent over tree and on to the tracks.

There will be no "baby, baby" truce!
I will be Queen of the hill!

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Gone are the days

Gone are the days of poodle skirts and bobbie socks,
classic cars and music that rocks.

The Ed Sullivan show and Elvis Presley’s gyrating hips,
guys racing their cars for pink slips.

No more drive-in theaters or soda shops,
forty-fives or school sock hops.

Penny Loafers or slicked back hair,
gas prices that are fair.

No more Howdy Doody time or black and white TV,
The Milton Berle Show or I Love Lucy.

Full service stations or diner girls on roller skates,
families cruising down route 66 to see the states.

An era when schools were safe and crime was low,
some of the best times one could ever know.

However time and technology has since moved on,
oh what a shame those days are gone.

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Into the Night

Into the Night 
As I drift into a peaceful night slumber..
Sounds owned by the night, enter my chamber.

Crickets chirp a tune to share..
From the corners of the dusk; filling the night air.

The moon peers through the window, sprawling to the floor.
Making slight shadows, for creating a frightening folklore.

I hear little feet scurrying across the room.
It was a mouse, I think; escaping his foredoom.

Leaves from branches brush across the window screen.
The night was proving to be more then it seemed.

Moths flutter aloft a lighted street post.
A slight breeze ascends the curtains, simulating a ghost!

In the near distance, came the sound of a drummer.
Then out of nowhere, a flash splits the darkness asunder!

Rain patters down steadily on the worn rooftop.
Then the night went placid leaving a picturesque backdrop.

The smell of the rain renders me soporific.
Slipping into a dream, I ponder on tomorrow nights frolics!

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On Pins and Needles

Grimacing with eyes closed
And staggering to stand
On cranky legs and feet
With numb prickings shooting
Like a thousand points of light

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The Inner Child

I'll take powdered cookies please
Puffs of pastries strung and stiff
Clouds of candied sugared stuff
Whiffs of jellied, minty jewels
I'll take cakes up to the sky
Purpled violet cream delights
Spongy chocolate miracles
Burnt with fire marshmallows
I'll take cheesecake berry pie
Juicy dripping chins and such
Whipped up topping, snappy white
Raspberry finger hats and smile
I'll take licorice marbles please
Swirled to glass and rocked candy
Let me ride my sugar high
and say hello to my inner child...

Details | Ballad | |

The Candle

The night was creeping on the ground
She crept and did not make a sound
Until she reached the tree
She covered it and crept again
Along the grass beside the wall
I heard the rustle of her shawl
As she threw blackness everywhere
Upon the sky and ground and air
And in the room where I was hidden
But no matter what she did
To everything that was without
She could not put my candle out
So I stared at the night
And she stared back solemnly at me.

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Horror Comes To Town

Way back when,
Living with my father Harry,
One Halloween I had an idea spark,
Seemed to me it'd be a lark....

Thus the tale of When Harry's House Held
The Horrific Holloween Hex..from Hell

Early 70's, my favorite time did approach,
For scary Halloween tricks and pranks,
I intended to truely host...

So, I spent some time, with tools and wood,
Made a faux- coffin, looked pretty good!   
Placed a self made dummy inside,
His head a bar-room prop for "Old Grand Dad",
This was gona be fun for me to be had,
Dressed him up, looking better all the time,
Stuck a big knife in him...
Guess it had been a vicious crime,
Ketchup blood stains,
Covered all in clear plastic wrap,
Placed it in the living room,
Just inside our front door,
But I wasn't done, I planned much, much more...

Forgive me, if I've already told this tale,
I can't remember,....oh, what the hale...

Had my girlfriend dress up like Morticia,
Black dress and more,
Put on my ill fitting black suit,
Almost ready for the door...
Powdered our faces with white talc,
Held a candle holder for the day
Put on eerie organ funeral music,
Still got more to say....

Set up two chairs near the "coffin",
My parents became the grieving mourners,
Waited for our victims to arrive,
Knew they'd remember this Halloween,
As long as they were alive....

Didn't take long,
Till the first kids came....
I opened the door slowly,
They would never be the same.....

Each group of children who knocked,
Ran out in great fright....
Oh, my golly, this gona be some night!!
Some dropped their bags of candy...
Boy I was "cleaning up"
The only house around,
Whose candy quantities tripled
by the cup!!

Then some frightened children,
Returned with many a wary parent,
Didn't believe their stories,
Thinking "No Way! They simply daren't!!"

Well, I escaped jail,
really don't know how...
But it left me with this tale...
That I tell often, as now.

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Toy Isle

The department store was busy tonight, and
as I approached the toy isle, mercy, what a sight.

Toys on the floor, torn out of the box,
parents unconcerned, all I could do was watch.

Kids playing happily with their new found joy,
papers, and boxes scattered all over the store.

Screaming, and hollering, tears, and snot,
a mad house for sure, these sweet little tots.

Red faced daddies, trying to sneak away,
while pitching a fit, in the floor their child lay.

Clerks trying desperately, to straighten the mess,
but to no avail, these kids were putting them to the test.

I just stood there, and watched for awhile,
while in the buggies, their favorites were piled.

If you get depressed, and need a good laugh,
find the toy isle, but steer clear of the crash.

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Musical Snowball fight

I sit and blunder -
Torn asunder -
Waiting for the blow.

Barely singing -
What I’m winging -
Lying in the snow.

Baffled by a ball of ice,
Gliding in a way precise,
I felt impending sacrifice,
Without a way to go.

A fall so graceful -
Almost tasteful -
With thoughtfulness to show.

Beaned in the head -
A frozen bed -
Hiding in the low.

Greeted by a snowy face,
Surprise is followed by disgrace,
Surrounded in my hiding place,
Nowhere to cast my throws.

Sounds delightful -
Ears so spiteful -
From my mouth did flow.

A path they found - 
A song of sound -
How was I to know?

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Breakfast Chaos

A baba baby beep beep bede beep
goofey bop
a bee I
in the fee I
a hooooo the wind blows
chomp chomp 
                   wiggle wiggle
a boo be dee boo bop bop
more more; all done
aachew . . . . .amphf
a dit dite a dit
a hiccup a ooh
a bu a dah duh
shake a shake
                       all done.

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A Song for Javon

Done a freep ninl baby, preez done a freep
Done a freep ninl baby, preez done a freep
Done a freep ninl baby, preez done a freep
Done a freep ninl baby, preez done a freep

Done a freep, done a freep, done a freep, done a freep
Done a freep ninl baby, preez done a freep.

(Repeat All)


Go to sleep little baby, please go to sleep
Go to sleep little baby, please go to sleep
Go to sleep little baby, please go to sleep
Go to sleep little baby, please go to sleep

Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep
Go to sleep little baby, please go to sleep

Details | Burlesque | |

Eat Your Veggies!!

Eat your spinach!
Eat your corn!
Eat your gosh-darn sweet peas!!
Only if your plate is empty,
Will you be able to appease...
My sense of indignation,,,
People starving some where in China...
And you have to grow up strong...
There is no food that's finer!
So shut your mouth of talking
and clean up all your plate!
So God doesn't get so angry,
And seal your young immature fate!

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“Go clean your room,” Mother said
But little Fred just shook his head
Clean his room? He’d rather not
How about video games, he thought
“Go clean your room now Fred!
Or you’ll not have dinner before you go to bed!”
He thought about this quite a lot
Maybe he could sneak dinner later he wouldn’t get caught
So he said sure, he would go unfed
But Mother’s face just got quite red
“You clean your room! You shouldn’t have fought!
No you’ll go without supper whether you clean up or not!”
Well Fred thought about this in his head…
“Well then good-night Mother, I guess this means I’m off to bed!”

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Your Momma

Didn’t your momma raise you better than that,
when in the house you take off your hat.

Tell me that wasn’t a smart aleck comment you said,
your momma will spank your butt red.

For you my boy I got some news,
quit that foul language that you use.

Otherwise you will have to cope,
with a mouthful of momma’s dish soap.

Starting to eat dinner before saying grace,
will definitely get you a slap in the face.

Now eat everything that is on your plate,
or something bad you can anticipate.

Your unconscious lack of respect,
big trouble you are sure to expect.

Making fun of people who are old and fat,
your momma raised you better than that.

Don’t let your friends influence how you act,
because momma will find out for a fact.

Momma wants you to become a responsible man,
and to always do the best that you can.

However if you continue to be mean,
you may never see seventeen.

As your conscience, I say stop being such a brat, 
for your momma who raised you better than that.

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Give Me More And More

(Silly& humorous children's poem in the style of Dr. Seuss)

The more around I see
The more and more I want I say
Give me more and more
Give me more now I say

I don’t really care at all
You can make it small or tall
Give me more today I say
Give me more and more to play

The more I see the more I want.
Give me more and more don’t say you can’t.
I don’t really care at all
It can be big as a house or tall as a wall

Give me a ladder big and as tall
Give it to me to climb that tall wall
I don’t really care anymore if I fall
Anything is better than none at all

The more and more I want and I say
The more and more I see and I do
Give me more and more for today
Give me more to have and play

Give me more and more to hold and play
Give it to me small or tall I say
I don’t really care if it is small as an ant 
Or if it is big and mean as my aunt

Give me more and more today I say.
Give it to me as high as the sky.
Give it to me yellow red or blue
Give me more and more today to play.

Make it big or small.
Make it small or tall.
Make it hairy or bold.
Give it to me quick as you’re told.

Give me more and more I say.
Give me more and more today.
I don’t really care if you don’t want
I don’t really care if you can’t

Give me more and more as the sky
Give me more and more just as high.
Make it big as a house
Or make it small as a mouse.

Give me more and more to see with my eyes.
Give me more and more to hold and play.
Make it small or tall.
Anything is better than none at all.

Give me more and more I say.
Give it to me as tall as the sky.
Give me a ladder as big and tall.
Give it to me to climb that wall.

Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000

December,24, 2008

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In a Child's Eye

Who is this large man
upon who's lap I am placed
the one with white hair
covering his face.

Who is this large man
all dressed in red
from his feet up to
the tip of his head?

Who is this large man 
with golden glasses
I hope gas
he does not passes?

Who is this large man
with friends in green
Mom is smiling
so he mustn't me mean?

Who is this large man 
they are all waiting to see
standing in a line
wanting to be me?

Who is this large man
with curved canes of mint?
Oh!  It must be
Jolly Old St. Nick.

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On the 18th Day of Nature

  On the 18th day of Nature

when the sky was burning blue,

we set out on our venture,

with a mystery or two.

We had maps and wondros


we had sandwiches and tea,

we had lovey dovey partings,

said Goodbye till ten of three,

  Then we gathered at the station,

and we set off on the track,

we discussed our situation ,

and we quickly went on back,

'Cause we all were scared

and sleepy,

and the night was coming on,

Since the forest looked so 


we decided to stay 


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My '65 Rambler

My ’65 Rambler

in 1979
i learned to drive in a
1965 turquoise rambler

three on the tree
cracked, dusty leather
smelling like an old fisherman’s boot

the sun spotlighted that car
bouncing off of the irreverent turquoiseness
wherever I went
like a giant florescent highlighter
hanging above my head

most of the prayers in my life
were made fervently in that car…
Please, God
don’t let anyone see me in this heap

One day
I discovered
Exactly what 365 horses
Could do…
And suddenly

I was cool
Faaaast and cool
And always

Details | I do not know? | |

About Clouds

                      If you look into the sky
                      You may see castles drifting by
                      And dragons chased by knights of old
                      On quests of chivalry brave and bold

                      You may see ships with billowing sails
                      Chasing after fluffy whales
                      Or fleeing from some mighty storm
                      Seeking shelter from it’s harm

                      You could see a wizard, old and wise
                      Fire burning in his mystic eyes
                      Casting forth a magic spell  
                      To conjure a spirit from the well

                      There’s a fire truck chugging along 
                      Filled with firemen, brave and strong
                      Racing by to save the day
                      Wave them on their hero’s way

                      These are the things I see in the sky
                      You can to if you really try
                      Just lie on the slope of a grassy hill
                      And let your mind make them real


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(This is a fictional poem)

When I was eight, I went trick or treating as Mickey Mouse.
When a man refused to give me some candy, I egged his house.
My friends started cheering because they were proud of me.
But I didn't know that the man has a son who's seven feet three.
He ripped off my costume and I forgot to wear anything underneath.
I had to cover my genitalia and my butt with a rock and a leaf.
I have something very important to say to you.
Don't egg anybody's house because they might have a son who's over seven feet 
tall too.

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Child's Lesson

He ran from the room holding his crotch,
A trail of urine was behind his hopscotch,
His embarrassment was there for us all to see,
But he taught me lesson; don’t hold in your wee!

Details | Couplet | |


Mints,chews,pontefract cakes
Toffee whirls & chocolate flakes

french bonbons & jelly beans
Liquorice lace & peppermint creams

Confectionary to bring sweet dreams
And waistlines bursting at the seams.

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Twinkle, twinkle...
Little jar,
I wonder just
how many pennies
inside there are

Up, above, on a shelf
so high,
Mamma put there,
and I know why...
She thought I might
take them
And to the candy
store fly...

Twinkle, twinkle,
Piggy jar,
I gotta tinkle,
stay where you are...

Details | I do not know? | |

Lousy pilot

(This is a fictional poem)

I decided to fly planes for a living.
I learned that there a lot of people who are unforgiving.
At pilot school the tests were hard so I cheated.
People beat the crap out of me and a doctor was what I needed.
When I flew my one and only flight for Delta Airlines, I had to admit that I didn't 
know how to land the plane.
I got my ___ kicked so many times that I take pills to dull the pain.
I told the copilot to land the plane but he said he cheated too.
People began to panic but then a kid figured out what to do.
This ten year old boy landed the plane and everyone was relieved.
Now I'm ashamed to admit that a ten year old is smarter than me.

Details | I do not know? | |


(This is a fictional poem)

Last year there was a kid who was really mean.
He vandalized my house on Halloween.
He used toilet paper and lots of eggs.
But when he tried to run away, he didn't have fast enough legs.
I chased him down and shaved his head bald.
He screamed and screamed because he was appalled.
He came dressed like a pirate but he left looking like Kojak.
This Halloween I don't think he'll be back.

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A Child's Wish

Oh how I wish summer would last forever,
therefore the end of our vacation would be never.

Each and every bright sunny day,
the great outdoors is where we would play.

It need not be humid and hot,
otherwise I tend to sweat a lot.

Forgetting about a thing called school,
as I soak endlessly in our pool. 

Every hour consist of nonstop fun,
plenty of time to ride my bike or just run.

After spending some time at the park,
maybe catch s few fireflies in the dark.
Then host a sleepover every single night,
and all my friends I unquestionably invite.

Watching movies and staying up late,
with snacks to make it great.

Unfortunately school will inevitably start,
thus causing my freedom to depart.

Eventually I must grow up and be a man,
but I’ll be a kid as long as I can.


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Get outta the dryer Tiffany!

Since my youngest daughter was a little girl
Her spot to hide was in the dryer
I keep telling her
Your gonna catch on fire!

Her, and her five siblings
Playing hide-n-seek
All through the house
Ten little feet would sneak

One in the shower
Another in a toy box
Two fighting for the same place
And one in the closet that locks

But Tiffany, where is she
Where could she be
Just laying in the dryer
No one could see

She's 16 now
What a sight to see
She just got in the dryer again
Yelling, "mom, look at me!"

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Children Poem

Children Poem 
Children Poem 
Eye eat meat eye eat a lot of that stiffens mostly fish though sometimes beef and 
others even mutton but very seldom and they always say you are just what you 
Eye eat meat not rare not always not cooked not always medium not always 
done clear threw not always well not always sweet to such an one as eye. Eye 
have seen  people playing in the mud and eating mud pies and yes we are the 
clay when life is done but can we eat most anything made underneath the moon 
of GODS own SON. Everything is lawful oh LORD what have eye done by eating 
meat have eye made my vegetarian go astray or can she understand me as eye 
am just having repast past my teeth please meat is fun. 
Please and thank you fish please and thank you cow please and thank you 
veggies anyhow please and thank you Jesus for every cow and fish and nothing 
that we eat much matters in the end. 

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Rock it to the left 
Rock it to the right 
Dinosaurs rocking through the night 

Grass is growing 
Waters flowing 
Angel glowing in the sky 
As the T-Rex goes flying by 

Details | Rhyme | |

Mischief and Me

This be the way to go said she
she waved her arms and smiled at me
her hair was red and flying free
and Mischief was her name

She rode her pony 'round the bend
she hollered back
come on my friend
this great adventure must not end
and Mischief was her name

she went ahead on out of sight
I hurried on  for  fear of night
I wanted her to be alright
tho Mischief was her name

her mother waited by the door
"what have you two been waiting for?
your supper's on,it's after four
and Mischief ........
passed the blame.

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when i was younger
i wanted to be cool

so i grew my hair long
wore tight jeans
and said things
like fab, hip and groovy

i had the walk
the look
the attitude
and everyone knew
i was a cool cat
a real happening dude

only the mojo wasn't working
so i never got my kicks
i crashed and burned without flying
and the legend died before it ever lived

even the chicks
didn't fall for it
they didn't dig me at all
nobody would respect the fact
that i was hip, popular, cool

exploding like a supernova
it was never meant to be
the gods above made their ruling
and the phoenix never rose again

well looking back now
i can see
i was just a goofy kid
with a goofy hair cut
dressed in goofy clothes

but hay!
at least i was cool

*penned by
Scarecrow Joe

Details | I do not know? | |

Me and my friends

Me and my friends
Like to play outside.
We play duck, duck, goose;
Hide and seek,
and sometimes engine and caboose.
On different days of the week.

Me and my friends
Like to play inside.
Puzzles are great fun,
Video games too.
Inside we can't run.
There's still lots to do.

Me and my friends like to play
Inside or out, everyday.
Play is a verb.
That is so superb.

Details | Quatrain | |

Happy They Are

The two happily ride off to their sunsets
Bridled and tethered, on horses they sit
With smiles so wide, present as they gallop
They tighten their hold on the harness a bit

Pulling the reigns ever so tight now
Seeing them kick their spurs to the side
Let me know of the fun they are now having
As they travel in circles on this carousel ride

Details | Rhyme | |


The house was bedecked in orange and black,
the costumes all ready the candy all stacked.
The children were anxious,
eyes painted and masked.

The ghosts came floating,
I was aghast.
From all different directions,
they came screeching past.
So loud and so quick !
They came at me so fast !

I wanted to run,
to get away from it all !
But it was only the children, 
from the Halloween Ball.


The ghosts and the goblins are running the show.
 The trickers and treaters are here now you know.
The mystery of darkness, the howl of the night.
The shroud of ghoulishness causes the fright.

The harvest of souls out of the tomb,
Out of the darkness, out of the womb.
All Hallows Eve on the horizon.
Nightfall, night watch, how surprising !

Pumpkins aglow, witches alight.
Bats fly by, what a spooky sight !

Spiders and webs and monsters and such,
I bet you couldn't tell
that I like Halloween very much !

Details | Prose Poetry | |


"911, what is the emergency?"

"Police here. An accident at The Hill.  Jack was hurt.  Send the EMS immediately."

"EMS. May I help you?"

"911 here. There was an accident at The Hill.  A man injured."

"EMS here. How bad was he hurt?

"911 here.  I'll check with the police."

"911 here. Police,  how bad was he hurt?"

"Police here. All I could get out of Jill  was he fell down and broke his crown.  I 
didn't know we had Kings in this country."

"911.  EMS here at the scene of the accident.  There is no one here.  Did the man 
that called in give any more details?"

"911, here.  No I'll check with the police, EMS."

"911 here.  The police report they had a call reporting Dame Dodd was seen 
practicing medicine without a license.  They arrested her.  Seems she was 
applying vinegar and brown paper to the head of someone that fell down and 
broke his crown.  Sorry I couldn't be of any more help, EMS.   911 out."

Details | Free verse | |


Ok, you got me.
But just you wait,
I'll get you back James
Before you reach base,
That safe place of yours.
Yeah, you're running fast,
But I know I can catch you.
Zig zag all you want.
Run in circles too.
But you'll give out of breath
Way-y-y-y before me...
Before you reach that tree
Before you juke again-
There's someone else
Nearer than you,
Just in my reach.
Let me change direction
Right quick and tag 'em.
But I'll get you back
If I'm tagged again.
Just you wait-
Even if it takes 5 hours.
The game is not over.

Woooo!!!  I'm out... of breath...
TamiViolet... You're It!

Details | I do not know? | |

Marianne and the Seagull

A flock of weary seagulls
Way beyond their range
Landed in the parking lot.
The weather's going to change,
I thought.
The leader is a grey one.
He has an attitude,
And, looking at me so intensely
Said, "It's awfully rude
To land upon the black top!
I thought this was a lake.
My mate and all her family
Have flown here by mistake.
I'll thank you if you help me.
You can't do any less--
I'm looking for the ocean,
And I don't have GPS!"
I'm sure I was befuddled,
But said, in my surprise,
"I think you'll find the ocean
Just beyond that rise."
"Oh, thank you," said the seagull,
"Now, may I grant your wish?"
"I didn't know that 'gulls did that!?"
"Oh, yes, we pay in fish."

Details | I do not know? | |


(This is a fictional poem)

My seventeen year old son has been getting his ### kicked.
When I learned who is whooping him, I felt sick.
It's a six year old girl who is giving him his beatings.
My son is a wimp and he allows these whoopings to keep repeating.

When I learned that my son is a coward, it made me mad.
He's a little ##### and I think that's bad.
That six year old girl beats him up and takes his lunch money.
Everybody laughs because they think it's funny.

This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever seen.
The time has come for me to intervene.
He's making himself look like a fool.
I'm going to take the crybaby out of that school.