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Details | Limerick | |

Dancing Fool

Auntie Matilda is a dancing fool.
She took lessons at a discount dance school.
When she does the hippity hop,
even babies beg her to stop;
but Matilda’s dancing makes old men drool.


Details | Couplet | |

You And I Can Smile


We can smile like a child who does not know yet many things,
In simple things he’s satisfied, showing his contented feelings.

We can smile like a drunken man, feeling so drowsy and woozy,
Who sings and wears a smile , trying  to forget and not to  worry.

We can smile like a chimpanzee, who’s so happy with a banana
After giving us a big grin, we can leave him and write our stanza.

We can smile like my  grandpa who dearly loves my grandma
Feeling Adonis with his strength, he’s never been into a stigma.

We can smile like blooming sunflowers on those summer days,
Despite the debilitating heat, we can still stand tall with grace.

We can smile like the sun that often shines so bright
Assuring that everyday  you and I will gonna be alright.

We can smile and smile even the world sometimes wrenches our heart,
For sadness is a transient and in God’s love, He keeps us without a doubt.

You can smile just like me, who’s already experiencing a bad memory,
But I  think I’ve  nothing to worry about, for the computer does all for me.

At all times, you and I can wear a smile in any way we want 
Infecting others to retain beauty, stay young in body and in heart. 


June 24, 2013  4.55am


Second Place
Contest: Smile
Judged: 6/26/13
Sponsor: My greatest poet and sis, Linda

Note: Giving my best to make you smile by making it a little bit funny ;). Have a great day in sunshine! Big sweetest hugs!


Details | Rhyme | |

Not Mine

I started my morning off with a stretch
Then off to the closet my clothing to fetch

I never noticed the dog in the dark
I stepped on his tail he started to bark

That woke my wife I think she is mad
If mom's not happy everyone's sad

Once she got up she woke up our son
He never gets up till the crack of one

Now here we sit the thee of us grumpy
Eating this porridge that's warm and lumpy

I look in my wallet for my lottery ticket
Check the numbers while I eat my bisquet

I know your thinking that maybe I won
Then this stupid poem would finally be done

Sorry you are wrong just one more line
I am so so happy this life isn't mine


Details | Free verse | |

Curved Lips

Sometimes I laugh while reading in the library
Sometimes librarians come over and tell me to be quiet
Sometimes they ask if everything is okay
And always always I answer "yes"


Details | Shape | |

HAPPY belated BIRTHDAY ANNE-LISE

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANNE-LISE!!!!!


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HAPPY  HAPPY  BIRTHDAY  TO  YOU
  HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU   
    HAPPYHAPPYBIRTHDAYTOYOU
    BAPPYBAPPYHIRTHTAYDOYOU
             BAPSYBIRSDDAY
                       A L
                       N I
                       NS
                       E-E
          HIPPYBARSDAYSOYOU


:) I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN SOMETHING WAS WRONG WITH THIS DRINK WHEN I SAW THE SQUARE BUBBLES!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALLL WEEEK LONNNNGGGG!!! LOVE YOU BUNCHES, DEB


Details | Rhyme | |

Never Dream Within a Dream

-honestly...I have no clue why...- As I began to rest in my fickle dream Suddenly I was stirred from my sleep I was greeted by many a whisker And petulant snores from my sister The cat mewed ferociously and purred For there on the other side of the window—was a bird! It chirped like a wobbly siren—the ass! And I swear by my bosom it was pecking the glass Suddenly, I sprang up in alarm I swear my bosom was gone! The cat then motioned at the feathered brat For her bright breasts seemed extra fat Of course it wouldn’t have been that But I couldn’t just blame the cat! I opened the window only a crack And asked very kindly, “May I have my breasts back?” Such pride she attained from my bosom Yet why? –how would she use ‘em!? The mockingbird merely turned a goodbye But the stolen twins were too heavy to fly! She plopped to the ground and squawked I would have laughed, but I was shocked! The cat scratched at the window and with her eyes Said, “Prithee, take your breasts—she’s mine!” Before I could think I had fallen to the ground To a booming, most terrible sound! My eyes then opened to a cat on my head As the booming sound continued from my sister’s bed


Details | Rhyme | |

My worst Date

Twas winter ninety-seven, all around the town
Houses lit up magically, parties all around.
Boyfriend says, come with me, to works Christmas dinner,
Dress up chic and sexy, looking like a winner.

Hair all done up, makeup on, gown that fits just right
We’ll impress his colleagues, I was such a pretty sight.
Ushered to our table, we sat with others there
Such a lovely evening, a truly posh affair.

Delicious food, friends were made, laughter filled the air,
A real nice Christmas party, memories to share.
Then came all the speeches, boring us all to death,
The best part was the here here’s, sniffing wines sweet breath.

Finally was time to dance, music filled the night,
Dancing in my ball gown which now was fitting tight.
Time and time we danced that night, in each other’s arms,
Him with me and me with him, showing off our charms.

Suddenly I laughed so hard, teeth went flying out,
Slide across the dance floor, feet pushing them about.
In a flash down on my knees, scurrying about,
Found the little suckers, and popped them in my mouth.

At the time I hoped and prayed nobody had seen,
When I popped them in my mouth, and where they had been.
Looking back, now I laugh, thinking it was funny,
I’m happy now my mouth can say “C’est la vie.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
10.26.2014
For Judy Konos Contest:
C’est la vie 
1st


Details | Light Poetry | |

Gone Fishing

The snow so deep… That it was over our heads… Was a melting by the hour!
Give it a day, or two at most… and with this heat… it would all be gone, forever!
But in the meantime, we were sadly stuck, in mud, deep, within our own backyard!
The water couldn't run off fast enough; our backyard had become a swamp, marred!

Just then, low and behold my old Volkswagen bubbled up, thru the mud it came!
You know, the one, surely you do! Last year it had floated down the storm drain!
Now, low and behold something got out! OH WHAT I’ll never, ever, really know!
Said he was the REAL Swamp Thing, and tired of spring-cleaning his house, so…

He chained the car to a tree, as he hopped out. Said his name was “Gone Fishing”.
Said his Mama read it on a sign, and used it to name her sweet, baby, Swamp Thing!
But then, he saw our back yard, he shouted in delight and decided to visit for a spell! 
After all, it’s turned into a real swamp! And he’s the real Swamp Thing! So, Do Tell!

Dragon, the penguins, and all else, followed him straight, to the swamp so profound..
The penguins slid down the muddy slope, and followed the Swamp Thing all around.
But when Dragon tried, his weight got him stuck! We had to wench him, to the shore.
Mud became the name of the day, with mud and snowball fights going on, in galore!

Everyone was in seventh heaven, ‘Gone Fishing’ the same, as they slide, all about!
Fun ensued! For how often can he vacation about? Only once a year! No doubt!
After 2 days of fun, the snow was almost gone, so we cleaned them, as they played.
Yes, the fire hydrant was turned on! Dragon threw his Penguins, happily, into the spray!

That shot them almost to the moon above! The closest to flying they would ever be!
They soared then slide down the street. Even Dragon did play this time! How sweet!
But ‘Gone Fishing’ knew his vacation was up. So he waved a hearty good bye…
As he jumped into the Volkswagen again, and let it fly, and man, could that baby, fly!

It flew down the street, and back down the drain! Before our very own eyes!
That was the last time we saw the Swamp Thing, as we waved, a sad goodbye!
But next time it snows to mile high deep… as it melts, we’ll be looking for our friend.
Here lies our story of ‘Gone Fishing”. It’s real! Honest! To you, I’d never lie! I defend!

And I expect, where ever he really is now…  He’s ‘Gone Fishing’…THE END


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Knight's Tale of the Night's Tail

Sir Homophone came to meet the maid that somehow stayed so slim.
Her feat was to stay chaste to him and yet by his feet be chased by him.
She had recently lost some weight by refusing to partake in evening sup.
It seemed the more that she pared down the more likely to be paired up.
All night the weak maid prayed so meekly for the Knight that she sees.
But the Knight preyed to be made thrice weekly and she at night to seize.
She hoped he would meet and see her and then choose to wed,
But it was the supper meat that saw the sear that he chews instead.
She sewed her dress then pared the wood and the holy altar made, 
He sowed distress when he prepared his wood to wholly alter the maid.
“Maid please tend to me now you’ve said you weekly have sordid sex.”
“Knight please you misunderstand I said I weakly have sorted sox.”
She begged, “Please be discreet with what it is that we’ve discussed.”
He shrugged, “You are awfully discrete in what it is that you disgust.”
But love conspired to steal, his heart soared and they were off to wed,
Then lust transpired to steel his hard sword and they were off to bed.
He was happy because of her sighs and she was happy because of his. 
This concludes my good Knight tale and all of this good night tail biz.

You read it didn’t you? Shame on you, I had to read it because I wrote it 
but you had a choice. Benny Hill would be so proud.


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 | Free verse | |

Princesses

Pretty princesses
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Very beautiful
Just like you!


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...





23.02.2013
A-L  Andresen :)


Details | Sonnet | |

Tasted So Good

I ate some fried catfish and it tasted so good!
Just how good did that fried catfish taste?
It tasted so good it made a hound dog slap a bull dog.
That had to have been some mighty fine vittles.

I ate some fried chicken and it tasted so good!
Just how good did that fried chicken taste?
It tasted so good it made a wolf howl and a grizzly bear dance.
That had to have been some mighty fine vittles.

I ate some fried crawfish and it tasted so good!
Just how good did that fried crawfish taste?
It tasted so good it made an alligator turn a somersault.
That had to have been some mighty fine vittles.

I ate some fried rat and it tasted so bad!
I had to throw it all up in a brown paper bag.


Details | Acrostic | |

Cookies

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 | Limerick | |

Run Santa Run

I glanced into my rear view mirror and what did I see?
A big old chubby Santa Claus was running after me.
I stopped to find out exactly what was up.
He wanted me to refill his frigging coffee cup.
I told him I was caffeine free and gave him a glass of green tea.


Details | I do not know? | |

My happy happy mood

I cant explain the happy mood
Im feeling at this time
It makes me want to somersault
And twist and twist around

I feel as if i might just fly
Feeling really light
I can't explain the happy mood
Im feeling at this time

But i hope that after reading this
You'll smile all the time...


Details | Clerihew | |

Heaven

His lovely wife is named Heaven
She scolds him seventy times seven
Yet, Big Joe just never really cared
In Heaven he lives happily, hearing impaired!


Stacey Brown 2-6-14
Dr. Ram Mehta contest
Husbands are in heaven
whose wives scold not


Details | Rhyme | |

Four frogs on a log

Four Frogs On A Log.

Four frogs were lazing in the sun
When a log came floating by.
So the frogs all scrambled on to it
With happy little cries.
Not one of them had sailed before
And it was so much fun
But then it was, the big debate begun.

One frog said "Ain't that something
This log is so alive.
It moves along so easily
Now don't you think, you guys?".
"It's not the log that moves you twerp!!"
Said another thinking frog.
It be the river moving, not the log!!

"Oh no, no ,no" a third frog said
The both of you be wrong
It's not the log, the river neither 
It's your mind that moves along.
The moving be your thinking
Without it nothing be.
And those three did get to arguing
And never did agree.

The fourth frog said "you all be right
Not one of you be wrong.
The log it moves, the river moves
And the mind moves it along".
At that the other three got mad
For each did yearn to win.
So they grabbed that wise old frog and threw him in.

Socrares Feb 16 2004


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Job Interview

The HR person called me in… I was turning gray… Was he even twenty-one?
I wondered if the interview would go well, as he did fung shui the chairs around.
Offered a caramel expresso mocha late decaf, I told him I took my coffee black.
Alas my friend, it got progressively worse, this: our proverbial generational gap.

He asked me to explain, how I’d be the best personnel fit, for this illustrious job.
Ah! Experience I had in abounds, as I pulled out a 100-page resume, neatly bound.
That question, had me off and running, but I knew, I was in some trouble when…
I saw his eyes glaze over, and he ask me, ‘Have we made it into space yet?’

He smirked, when he ask, about ‘Recent’ applicable education, in the last 5 years.
I condensed my course certifications till he nearly fell off, his crazy chair, my dear!
He ask the projects worked on, unfortunately, all were government secret classified. 
So I added some of the numerous skills, that had been applied, till he almost cried.

I started with the job descriptions, but he didn’t like… that the names were so long.
And the abbreviations normally used, in this line of work, almost blew his mind.
Though I also got the feeling, he may have thought that I’d finally, lost mine, since…
My accomplishments had scads of stuff he’d never, ever, be able to comprehend...

You know, ‘things’ about the job, HR doesn’t care about or bother to be clued in.
Luckily all was saved, before the interviewers’ jaw, hit the floor around his chair.
Using a power point presentation, illustrations appeared, giving him a better clue.
I even gave him a burned DVD, set to the music of  ‘Live Free or Die Hard’, too.

He ask about items, he’d never heard of, you know, from way before he was born.
But got the feeling he’d be more attentive, talking about a computer game going on.
I didn’t lie about a thing, it’s not my fault some Companies are now closed down!
But I felt things were somewhat a success, as security finally came to lead me out…

Unfortunately, in the end, they hired a young one, and I couldn’t understand why.
He was a quiet, little, studious kid, who didn’t say a thing, but had stars in his eyes.
He didn’t understand any of the work involved, but his pay would be next to none.
But that's whom they got: until that company closed for work that couldn’t be done.

All because the HR Department didn't help them get the workers they did need.
I became self-employed, developing computer games, all the rage! Oh So Sweet!
Yes, I became a millionaire, with my own company, without HR, anywhere seen!
Now, we develop rockets to go into space, where I felt, that HR person should be.

Dedicated to all those Middle aged people stressed out after looking for a job.
Wife and Hubby Collaboration


Details | Rhyme | |

The Happy Dress

It’s a mother-in-law’s right, her prerogative 
To ‘drop in’ on her son almost any time,
But a mother-in-law should always be prepared
For almost anything she may find.

So, Mother Cready dropped in unannounced;
But as she approached her son’s front door,
Suddenly it opened.  “Ta Da!  Do you like my happy dress?”
His young wife stood there in her ‘all in all’…nothing more.

“Oh, my word!” Mother Cready exclaimed with surprise.
“Why are you naked?  Are you insane?”
Just as surprised, the young wife pulled her inside.
“Please, Mother Cready…if you’ll just let me explain.

You see, when Mac has had a rough day,
When he’s been under a lot of stress,
Sometimes I meet him at the door
With a smile and a kiss in my happy dress.

It always relaxes him and makes him happy,
Then he makes me very happy too.
It works for Mac and me, Mother Cready;
Maybe it would work for you.”

“We’re too old for such.” scoffed Mother Cready.
“Perhaps if we were young like the two of you.”
But, on her way home, she decided
She was definitely going to try it too.

So, she bathed and put on some nice perfume,
Fixed her make-up and her hair.
She was thinking some very sexy thoughts,
But she had to hurry…no time to spare.

She heard her husband’s car in the driveway;
And as he approached their front door,
She threw it open.  “Ta Da! Do you like my happy dress?"
She stood there in her ‘all in all’…nothing more.

She saw a little grimace cross his face,
But that was not the worst.
Then he said, “I appreciate your happy dress, my dear;
But maybe you should have ironed it first.”

ALTERNATE LAST VERSE

“Well…your ‘happy dress’ could use some ironing;
But my birthday suit could use some starch.”
He kissed her. “Bet you and I can work it out.”;
And off to bed they marched.


Details | Lyric | |

The pen is mightier than the sword

The pen is mightier than the sword

What is it about some people?
Have they no minds of all
To me their puppets on a string
As they follow all the rules
Whether they make sense at all
That’s all beside the point
They believe all that their leaders say
When it comes to the simple joint!

Our leaders they have called the shots
On this and all that matters
They come to us on the TV set
And I hear their foolish chatter
Our premier with pigeon mind
Was heard to say one day
That cannabis is a killer drug
Or almost any way.

Now I have smoked for forty years
And not once have I ever
Suffered from this gentle weed
These leaders might be clever
Or think they are, through their position
But to me they’re simply fools
But they give me cause to laugh out loud
They’re so damned comical.

23 July 2013 @ 1133hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

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?


Details | Free verse | |

Self PORTRAIT

I will start with using my hand as a guide
And in the end I will open my eyes that I will decide

I consider to do this with one thing in mind
I will close my eyes and will imagine it blind
With no colors or fractionation of the light
Just plain me and a vision with my hand as my sight

My hair is very coarse and some what fine
What I just described is so benign  
I twirl my hair and make it bend 
And I will say its very clean not oily on the ends

As I press on my forehead I simply feel a distinct part
I notice from hair to skin it is very different from the start
The simple partings from hair not like skin
I am going to feel with my other hand and begin

The smoothness of my skin like years of water eroding a rough rock surface smooth
Not just that my skin is like home to years of stories like scars and attitude
And when I raise my eyebrows the wrinkles it makes is more so for expression
I did not notice it with certain ideas, thoughts, and emotions

I run my hands down to my eyelids I feel movement of my eyes trying to peek
Eyelids that I have, vibrates with some kind of fear, Why?, that I will seek
Just now as I thought about it a sensation ran through my brain
My eyes is the world to me and that is true and not insane

Myself portrait of me is through my touch for now
But to finish it I will have to open my eyes soon and how
I been in a trance full of so many ideas just with my eyes closed
I run my hand on my nose and lips and I smile who could apposed

The feelings in the tip of my fingers rub on my chin and jaw with care
I do notice roughness of unshaved velcro gripping hair 
I skip my ears so I will sneak a feel with my fingers I chose
I notice it is like my nose with cartilage, so I don't suppose

I will now open my eyes that I will use a mirror to see myself
My head is oval shape and my neck is like a stump, please help
My skin is very tan and my eyes are brown with my eyes I see
With all the description with my hands, one sure thing is the same and key

It is the description of measurements that is what my hands and eyes can see me
With a smile I am looking into the mirror and I can describe that I am happy
Myself portrait of me is such a way to get to know myself once more
I will never think it was a waste of time or a bore




Details | Ballad | |

Night

During the night 
She got in the fight 
With a person named right
That might keep the light 
From returning at dawn
They both took a yawn 
Then out popped out a song


Details | Couplet | |

Spun Fun

                               SPUN FUN 

I wonder about nonsense and things that are askew,
Like, if you strangled a Smurff would it's face turn Blue?
And is Rudolf's nose really as bright red as they say?
I mean, would you recognise him if you saw him in May?
 
Sentences we use are strange and wonderful to decide,
Why do we say stairs are indoors and steps are outside?
We're always looking for something that’s left us bereft
If you lost your left arm would your right arm be left?
 
I watch sports on TV the player's struggling in a ruck,
I mean, I get enough exercise just pushing my luck!
Why don't cemeteries explain the prices they're giving?
They just moan and blame it all on the cost of living!
 
Science and its wonders and the knowledge they spark.
If they are so cleaver, answer me, "what’s the speed of dark"?
But my brain starts to throb and the questions grow dim.
And the fool inside me says, good night to me and him.


Details | ABC | |

The Vent

im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition 
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
Situations
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put 
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time 
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time 
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
Fall
And I as I pull myself together 
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now

there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Star Trek Rules

Star Trek Rules!

It was time for: Comic Con! Comic Con! Dragon wanted to come, too!
But then so did everyone else at Troll Lake… Hey, now, wouldn’t you?
We made some really cool costumes… for the costume show, my Dear.
You can guess, ‘Star Trek Rules!’ It couldn’t be anything less, you hear. 

Our favorite nighttime popcorn show, would truly now, become a part of our lives! 
The penguins got permission from the zoo; to go… great publicity, so very wise.
McRacoon had his Las Vegas Dragons get us, and a mock saucer, there, all on time.
Naturally pre-registered and in costume, we strutted in! Hi there! Began the playtime!

Man we were really cool, as the guest actors ask for OUR autographs. For Real!
Pictures were snapped, and a poster made, to be signed by everyone, so cheerful.
It’s highest bid, given to charity, would be a nice touch, for everyone in our crew.
The costume show was set outside, where all the dragons, could fly in, or out, too.

And a small mock, star ship was landed on stage, so we could enter with more flare.
Lord a mercy! Look at us! We’d never be like this, again! We were like stars, I swear!
Grandpa Troll, became Mr. Spock, naturally, because he was so, very clever and wise.
Our neighbor witch, was Uhura, due to her great ability to, protect everyone’s’ lives. 

Borp the Frog became Sulu, so he could take us up to Borp speed, with laser effects!
Hubby was Scotty, with the Tinker Trolls in engineering, for special effects, so perfect!
The penguins were the beloved crewmembers, running with lasers, all over the place.
The powder puff tribbles, got wet, so yes, became the ‘Trouble with Dribbles’, in space.

The Mary River Turtles wanted to be Checkov. What a groovy, exciting, security team.
Dragon wanted to be Captain Kirk, you know, like totally, in command… At the scene!
All agreed, I’d be a great Dr. McCoy, since I always get to, kiss the Boo- Boo’s away.
The Weird Frogs were the Aliens, chasing everyone mindlessly, around, the set, that day.

And the Las Vegas Dragons, became attacking star ships, over which our lasers won!
The crowds went wild, and we won first place in their hearts, as well as, in their minds!
Everyone had, such a good time, so the Trek continued, well after, when we got home.
That year Comic Con made the National news, and of course, nobody, was surprised!

As the residents of Troll Lake and Acorn Falls… continue to Trek on… every day!

By Mike and Carol Eastman… 


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Happy Hysterics

Hearty har har - helplessly howling happy hysterics
awareness, after all, always amazes artichokes!
Everyday evil eggs are eaten eagerly
yesterday you yacked yucky yellow yolks
singing silly sickening sapsucker swill songs!
Dangerous dopey dogs deny dumping dung
but bark big brash bumpkiss bile!
Flighty flatulent fireflies (flitting furiously!)
swirling sloppy sides soaked in salsa
tirelessly tipping tutus twisting tantalizing twitters
wearily weaving wacky worlds wastefully. 
Go grab the great gain green giggling goo goo ghost
mIsmanaged, maybe my magic medicines magically made mud!
Watch which one will wash wondrously white, wait.
Hearty har har - happy hysterics howl helplessly
after all artichokes always avoid awareness anyway!





Inspired by Kristin Reynolds March Maddness - Abstract Poetry contest


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The Limerick Diaries

Removed do to excessive creativity

Thank you for all the emails, and yes I will write for the ones who requested!!!


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Limericks 10

1.

There was a young man named Bruce
Who to the Middle East offered a truce?
He would build a brick wall 
Over a thousand feet tall
Then paint it a dark shade of puce

2.

There was a young lady named Ruth
She sometimes forgot to tell the truth
Her mum would get mad
And so would her dad
But only while she was a youth

3.

Poor Peter was awfully well bred
And a Christian life he had led
Nobody cried
When the poor fellow died
They just gave him to god instead

4.

A final stab in the dark
It’s late and sod this for a lark
I just want my bed
But words whirl round my head
So I’m writing whilst out in the park

5.

Catch all you thoughts in a jar
Like the one about your favourite car
Keep em locked in a draw
Look at them some more
Then release them and let them fly far

6.

In cricket I batted a two
Round the field the ball it just flew
The bowlers just could not cope
As the ball hit the boundary rope
Soon a hundred I did accrue

7.

I’d like to ride a real tall horse
In the company of John Wayne of course
With Clint Eastwood by our side
Going for a long hard ride
With our six guns the law we’d enforce

8.

I once owned a Honda Accord
The only car that I could afford
I kept it pristine
Polished to a high sheen
It never let me down when abroad

9.

An old man of ninety three
Said he could not wait to see
His telegram from Queen
So a hundred he’d seen
Now that’s what I call optimistically 

10.

At last I have reached number ten
As the ink has run out of my pen
I will get a refill
Take a headache pill
Then maybe start over again



If You managed to stay awake through this well so did I,  and if you read them all then you deserve a medal, thanks for your patience, all the best Owen


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A Humpty Dumpty Verse

A Humpty Dumpty man 
Became a couple, then a tribe;
And now, we know
The Humpty Dumpty people.

At first, a Humpty Dumpty verse
Encompassed
My only universe
But now, because the rhyme
We live in Humpty Dumpty`s Time.

At first, it  was no rhythm 
When verses drumming their feet
But now, we know
This song became a hit.


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Sans Clothes

Only good looking young ladies get nude.
Everyone gets naked in order to bathe.
Only a far from sober redneck can get buck ass nekid.


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It's My Birthday, It is Your Birthday

It’s My Birthday

It’s my birthday…  I look out the window there is no one for me owe so, owe so lonely poor me . 

It’s my  birthday…  you surprise me, with a Barber-Q grill  with a cooler that chills with a grin we show white grills.

Happy Birthday… it’s my Birthday I am still waiting,  it   is almost the end of my the day, just waiting on you to wish me a happy birthday which, well make my day. 

It’s my birthday…you do not remember that day, can we go out for we can remember that day?

It’s my birthday… I can share it or alone, some share it with a twin, or with a friend and the ones who stay to the ends like a good friend.

It my birthday…  its looks like another day to me I just need someone or something to comfort with me a room full of women and with hand full men, a juice in cup, juice in glass, with a sweet lady and grill on cut grass that may make every day feel like my birthday, with a touch of class. 
 
It’s your birthday… it’s your birthday you should all-ways win on your birthday, if do not have a mate you sneak and go on second party date form those who may player hate.  
  
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday!  it comes and go, I see you come through, looking out my window with a hand full company that is what a party really should need, yes it’s sweet, sweet with music and sweet with treats or  it must be the money, or food, or brinks, or just me.


Poetry 7/7/12 by author Keith K. Relf


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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
cream.......
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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No dogs allowed

All ye, all ye, all come free,  
hello everybody come party with me! 
We're going to rock this party to the morning light. 
We're gonna rock this party all day and all night!! Ooh! The fat 
cat's singing on the center stage and the cats are pouncing in a furry rage. 
So come on everybody let's join this crowd. Whoa! holdup the sign outside says
Outside says "No dogs allowed!" Bump, bump, bump, bump, badee, bump!.


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Lisa Maree

Dedicated to my darling daughter. Lisa Maree, the kindest girl in the world


Lisa Maree

Lisa Maree, you baffle me
You just don’t seem to care
You throw your money all around
And people who won’t share
Will try to take you for a ride
And you can’t always see
What some folk try to do to you
You’ve too much trust in thee.

Lisa Maree, it’s plain to see
That you’re a special girl
Though sometimes you go off on one
And mind goes in a whirl
Your heart is gold, pure solid gold
You’re as soft as heated honey
You have a sense of humor too
You even think 'you’re' funny.

Some might find you hard to take
These fickle kinds of folk
Will run you down for being you
And treat you like a joke
But fickle folk don’t mean a thing
You’re far above the rest
When you are helping someone out
That’s when you’re at your best.

23 August 2013 @ 1817hrs





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I

If its money I got its money ill keep. If its money I have its money ill weep. If its love that I give its love ill receive. For I am but no one who just see's beneath. Some say your only as strong as you feel, but how could we change..in a place that's so unreal. People are hearing but..not really hearing. Why is the world so blind. I keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionized. I am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.


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I'm Not Five

I was going to jump on the bed at midnight
While she slept to wish her a happy birthday.
But she looked so asleep and it was so quiet.
I did it anyway because it's funnier to go through with it.
It's not like I'm throwing a nerf ball at her head.
So I get my knees on the bed and hop up-and-down
And "whisper-yell," "happy birthday happy birthday."
And she's not upset, in fact, she's giggling. 
And she whispers to me that she loves me.
I whisper to her that I love her, too.
And I leave the room with the bed
I just jumped and sang on.
And I'm 32.
I mean it's not like I fell off the bed
While jumping and hurt my head.
And made an owie.
I'm not 5.


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A Halloween Scene: The Morning After

I hope you slept well. I hope you slept tight
I hope the creepy crawlies didn't come in the night
Did you open your eyes? Did you take in the sight
Of a hovering figure, pale and white?

Did you feel the cold breath? Did you feel the sharp bite?
Did the moaning and screaming give you a fright?
Did you show all your fear? Did you hide in the light?
As your wide eyes and shivering make them excite.

Did you hear from outdoors, victims’ helpless calls?
Did you hear your name echo outside in the halls?
Did you feel the cold slime 'drip - drip' on your head?
Did you notice the finger tips crawl round your bed?

Were there hand prints and puddles the colour of red?
Were there blood trails of foot prints from the undead?
If you woke up and saw none of what I just said
I'm sure they'll return to your dreams instead

That night may be over but there'll be many more
The undead do not rest; it's what they live for
They thrive on the hunt with a dribbling jaw
So keep your ears open for that creak of your door

Watch for the long fingers that be unforeseen
That creep round the corner, all scaly and green
I'm just happy I lived to tell the tales I've seen
I just hope you all had a Happy Halloween.


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Quit My Job, Smashed My Car

Quit my job, smashed my car
My back does throb, need to learn guitar

So I can make, a silly song
And I can sing, it all day long
About how, my God is strong
So that even now, nothing’s wrong

Even though, I quit my job
smashed my car, my back does throb

Life is hard, but I’ve got God
So I won’t let any thought
Any worry or fear
Convince me you’re not near

Even when, I quit my job,
Smashed my car, my back does throb
Life is hard, but I won’t sob
I need to learn guitar


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My 12 Days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
        A puppy that wouldn’t stop peeing on my tree.
On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
 	Two Turtle Doves who dropped a load, as I looked up in the tree.
On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
	Three little kittens that my puppy, chased up daily into the tree.
On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
	Four sets of ornaments to replace, those destroyed by kittens in the tree.
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
	Five different promises that he would again, put up, The Silly Tree.
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
	Six strands of lights to replace those chewed on, by my little puppy.
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
	Seven hugs and kisses, so I’d PLEASE forget, about the Blooming Tree.
On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
	Eight Trolls a milking, chasing cows thru all my hedgerow shrubbery.
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
	Nine Trolls a dancing, that all fell on, my once beautiful garden fencing.
On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
	Ten Trolls a leaping, as Caroling candles, burned down into their hands.
On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
	Eleven Trolls a smiling and ready to rebuild my burned down front porch.
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
	Twelve Trolls a hammering and a nice big bottle of Tylenol… just for me…
Plus the happy thought, I’d survived a Christmas gift, planned with love… just for me.

Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and best wishes for twelve days of Christmas joy.


By CSEastman for: 12 Days of Christmas Contest


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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!



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Looking at Me

Ma! He’s Looking At Me! Make him stop! MA! He’s LOOKING at ME!
And so goes life in the early morn. Two ragamuffins, in battle, and angry.
He touched me! He touched me first! He’s looking at me! Here we go, again.
Two children acting badly, as I stare them into submission, momentarily, amen.

While cleaning up after breakfast… they’re now running through the house.
Heaven should ever forbid, that they’d once, just once, be quiet as a mouse.
The second they come around me, I step out clearly between them, in their way.
Children can be exhausting in the antics, they find readily, that they can display.

Now don’t get me wrong, I love them, as one just skidded into the dog, in his way.
At this it’s a time out, and when finished different toys, in different rooms, horray!
But life is never that easy, as one tries to sneak past me, while he’s on the attack.
It’s just a simple bundle of energy, driving them, that, they never do seem to lack.

But every day there’s always an answer, to every prayer, that I have ever sent.
My sons had wound up the cats, and now are playing with them, till they’re spent.
Yes, you’re right it wasn’t my sons, and yes, it truly was their playful little cats.
Surely you didn’t think my sweet, darling, little children, would ever act like that?

In fact, once upon a time, you know, that of course, they actually did.
But they are past the terrible two’s now, and definitely more refined kids.
But as they head out, to catch the bus, one barrels past the other to the door.
Then he runs back skidding into the chair, as I hold the lunch out, he ignored.

Then the other, gives a push so fine, to tell him to hurry or they’ll be late.
But laughter rings out, as the girl next door, joins them, sweetly at the gate.


CSEastman 2-11-2013 Contest: Maybe I'm Amazed


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Confessions So True

The trolls went on vacation last week, they were tired of so much sun.
They went north for a touch of snow, you know, to have a little fun.
Now here we sat, all by ourselves, without a thing, we need to do.
No Trolls for laughter, the spice of life, our fun filled lives were thru.

Grandpa Troll was a chef at heart, he cooked for all, including ourselves.
Need I remind you, as a cook, they had all gladly put me, on the shelf.
So here we were, at all our meals, scrounging for anything that’s left.
And any time I smiled and offered to cook, they scrounged farther yet.

So I ask them…what they did want… and got a solid… I don’t know.
Their only help was, what am I gonna get? Did the Trolls leave a note?
Then the whine of: when will they be back and OH NO not this again!
What is it? They soundly ask… It looks like, well I don’t know, you win!

So all at once they deserted me… out the door they quickly did go.
Not wanting to be left behind, I caught up, then lead the stampede, just so.
I didn’t tell them there was a note, and ready-made food in the freezer.
You see: I wanted to go out to eat… We hadn’t eaten out in a while, either.

So here we go for one more time… as I say the treat will be on me.
And I lead them deftly down the street, yes, to where I want to eat.
McDonald’s says the McRib is back and I surely, can’t miss out on that!
So the feast tonight will definitely be… McDonalds’, where we all now sat.


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A Pub-ng We Go

Hey, Ho! A pub’ng we go… And I’ll bring along, those Zany Trolls.
What’s better, than to drink, with friends, my Dear… as merrily, off we go!

We’ll leave the frats, in the dust, and bring The Bun, merrily, along.
He had a great run, at Easter time, now he can let, the good times roll.
Who knows best, than a nest of Trolls, how to have, a really great time!
A Biker Bar should fill our sails, as we go, courting the best… of it all.

Hey, Ho! A pub’ng we go… And I’ll bring along, those Zany Trolls.
What’s better, than to drink, with friends, my Dear…as merrily, off we go!

The beers great, the girls’ first rate, I’ll ride a full-blown Harley Hog.
To ride them down, across the town, my hair, flowing behind, in the air.
But first we’ll make a new drinking song, betting on, who’s best, by far.
Biker Dudes, Trolls enthused, raise their mugs in unity, again, once more!

Hey, Ho! A pub’ng we go… And I’ll bring along, those Zany Trolls.
What’s better, than to drink, with friends, my Dear… as merrily, off we go!

It’s all fun, as with pool cues in hand, we try to, learn to play Eight Ball.
We’ll dance on the floor, and some on the bar, as rowdier we become.
But we’re the best, with glass in fist, as we sing our new… drinking song.
So don’t be glum! Here, come along, to laughter amid, such joyful fun.
 
Hey, Ho! A pub’ng we go… And I’ll bring along, those Zany Trolls.
What’s better, than to drink, with friends, my Dear… as merrily, off we go!

We’ll have fun, then move along, as our song wins, and the tab is yours.
You can join, as comes, the next bar, and we’ll, start all over, once more!
It’s party time, until dawn, for Trolls can hold, great quantities of rum.
As drinking games come, we win every time, as the losers pay the bill.

Hey, Ho! A pub’ng we go… And I’ll bring along, those, Zany Trolls.
What’s better, than to drink, with friends, my Dear…as merrily, off we go!

(A drinking song for the pure fun it: sung like a pirate song clinking mugs.)


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HAPPY

I really love myself,
I'll do bad and good things,
I'll make things easier,
I'd like to face my problems.
I can change my life in an easier way,
Now I'm sitting here like a rocking chair.
I really know, How to make all this.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I can do this all things,
In a different ways.
Go! go! go! go!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Funny person in everyday,
I make many person happy in a day,
I've wanted to have more friends,
Like many people live in our earth.
Everyday is a happy day,
Like everyone do this to their self,
I've wanted to have more friends,
Like many people live in our earth.


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Soy Sauce Spills

Soy sauce drains 
Into the white, clustered rice
Stepped on…
spills . . . 
Soy sauce taints
The whiteness of the grain
 It slips out of my hands
No use...no point in crying out in rage
Though I was starving, 
I'll just eat another thing and start on a new page

I'm hungry like a swine
I wish I can earn back my snack!
I'm as angry as a bull
I'm about ready to attack! Attack!
Soy sauce packages
Fall unto the dirty school ground
Stepped on
By bratty, conceited teens
They really need to eat their greens
Instead of junkfood and pizza
They should drink some water
Instead of drinking sugary drinks or
 Sucking on popsicles obnoxiously
Why did the soy sauce spill? Seriously....


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Dragon, The UPS Guy

Dragon! Dragon! … He’s in the air… There’s trouble on the way.
Duck your head, and keep on running… He’s the UPS Guy, today!
Now, Federal laws may be broken, as a few packages: well… go up in smoke!
But at least he won’t be bitten, as dogs tend to run, at what he… can evoke.

If they get too testy: Remember! He brings, a bottle of barbecue sauce, Hugh!
Though, I doubt this job will last…as he decides, to hoard a package or two.
After all, curiosity killed the cat, and Dragons get… mighty… curious, too.
He’s serious: The mail MUST get thru! But, to open them, another payment’s due.

If you want your package, be prepared to trade it for a shiny bobble or two.
The Trolls have taught him rather well, and he’s clever, this Dragon… so true.
Neither rain, nor sleet, nor dark of night: can stop him on his highborn… quest.
Just know, Dragons squelch competition: He’ll be: smoking mailmen, you can bet!

Mailmen and FedEx, need look out, for getting there: will put him on the top.
He can get there faster, and better, by flying straight without, even, a single, stop.
Thank God, he‘s young, having trouble with directions, or your job, would be gone!
Yea, he’ll swish right into your yard, though it’s a shame about that shrub! Oh! Darn!

If you don’t get your package, or if it tends to go up in a puff of, burning, smoke. 
Just don’t worry, no, not at all! For you, with your camera… He will freely pose!
The fancy cape is there to remind you… That as The New, Illustrious U.P.S. Guy…
He’s the next Great Super Hero: as soon as he learns to, stop falling, from the sky.

Dragon would have made it, if the Federal Government hadn’t, come on thru!
He had to give it up, because at two years old, The Union wouldn’t sanction to: 
Give him, in the end, an itty, bitty napytime… Really!… Honest!… That was true!
But don’t worry; he’ll be ready to serve you… in just, one more year, or two! 


Details | Ballade | |

Prolific, I guess that' me

Prolific, I guess that’s me

I read a poem by ilene Baur
Prolific, she called it
I saw myself right in those words
And it made me smile a bit
Then I asked myself this question
Why do I write so much?
Each time a subject comes along
My busy mind to touch….

Then I just grab a pencil
And a poem is written down
I guess it’s my addiction
I just hope that folk don’t frown
And say ‘Oh no! Not him again
Each time they see my stuff
I guess if I was in their shoes
I’d say “hey that’s enough!!!”

So bear with me good people
And If I cause you grief
By writing all these empty words
Then you may gain relief
By passing everything I write
Not reading it at all
And yet I hope this is not so
When you comment, it’s real cool.

8 August 2013 @ 0940hrs.


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Want to make You happy part 1 and continue forever

Lord, should we scream or yell when we are happy Lord?
You have made me a very happy girl
Or shout?
You have given me what I needed the most
Which is to be right with you
All the time
I know that we are human and all that
And we make mistakes
But I want it Lord
AND you gave it!!
Thank you Father
I can’t stand being wrong with You
That is not the feeling that I want to experience again
Thank you Father
You are so awesome
Incredible and marrrrvelous
Thank you God
I am going to write funny poems to You
To show You how appreciate I am 
For what you did
Ok here goes
God, do you know who is the greatest? 
You
Do you know who lives the longest? 
You
Who has everything? 
You
Who has all the power? 
You guessed it
You
Hallelujah God
You are soooooooo awesome
And I am out of words


Details | Quatrain | |

Whatta Bozo



When it comes to modern technology The word “bozo” suits me to a “T” I quiver and shake and tremble all over When my computer asks questions of me! Think to myself “If you're so damn smart Why are you asking this old guy? I'm back in the days of peck-peck-peck On my typewriter listening to hi-fi!” I'm at an age when the brain doesn't work The way it did way back when Wait a minute, I'm not sure this old brain Was that brilliant even back then! Some of us guys were born to be techies I'm just happy being real simple Totally content in my own little world All the girls just love my dimples! I may be a bozo but I'm a happy bozo Not familiar with that techie talk Made it this far without hurting my brain Technology's a total crock! © Jack Ellison 2013


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HaHa Choir Rides Again

My HaHa songs are gone, some would call it writers block.
My Basement Trolls went on vacation, as I watch the clock.
Without a thought for me, they took my very heart and soul.
I hope they will come back real soon; I’m dying here alone.

Then what do I espy, a tiny Troll, quietly staring there at me?
He came out of my closet bookshelf, to come and talk, you see.
It seems I will not be alone, at least not totally alone, anymore. 
Then I spy another one, or three, or more… coming out the door.

They’re dragging sheets of paper; I had wondered where it had gone.
Coming next behind them is my ink pen, filled with joy, freshly drawn.
From where, oh where, did they suddenly come from, I did quickly ask.
They just simply giggled, saying they would help me, at all my tasks.

It seems they came with the Basement Trolls, these little friends of mine.
And when the others disappeared, these chose to be my friends, so fine.
They pulled out all my books, and piled them on the floor, for to sit upon.
Then said that they were once very big, yes, years ago, once upon a time.

The children lassoed my cats and dogs, to drag them deftly across the floor.
Climbing up my books, they sat upon their backs, then went off to explore.
Taming my tabby cat, was easier said than done, a fun filled rodeo ensued,
Until she shook them easily off, spilling them soundly onto the rug, anew.

Then I saw a Troll, on a stack of Zane Grey Books, in cowboy hat and spurs.
He quickly lassoed that crazy tabby cat, and what ensued was quite absurd.
You can guess who won, after the house was torn apart, when they blew up.
But from then on out, they were forever known, as Zane Grey and Giddy Up.


Contest: Chasing the Blues away... 1-30-2013


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the Sunny Day Blues Man

living for the moment
ended life as we knew it 
but i'm just doing whatever
kind of hoping 
for some entertainment 
along the way

a day in the life 
of the sunny day blues man
hands down 
this is the best i ever was
the best i'll ever be
don't you agree

the sunny day blues man
isn't it funny the way news slants
the return of the sunny day blues man
just be happy with what you choose man
Never a better option than a given hand
thank god for the sunny day blues man

hope isn't a measure 
it's just tested time
a clamp of suspense 
when the moments array
an echo of needs 
to balance out 
the ways things seem
desire
is the best you and I 
will ever be
don't you agree

the sunny day blues man
isn't it funny the way news slants
the return of the sunny day blues man
just be happy with what you choose man
Never a better option than a given hand
thank god for the sunny day blues man

at times life seems to cycles 
signals of distress
vanity and cupcakes 
i know, it's a brute mess
but along with the irony 
comes pancakes 
yes, the madness seems to iron me
yet i am still here

the eyes a thinker
life of a fighter
hands of a lighter weight 
unburdened 
when smiles reflected a pinch of hurting
because in punishment
the sunlight just couldn't outreach the curtains
though we take the steps alike
we trespass the worries to vaguely
but it was times like these that made me 
and it's the best i'll ever be

"the things we accept in steps of courage"


Details | Light Poetry | |

Lilly and FunkunDilly

Our little Orphan Troll, named Lilly, and was always happy as a lark.
She had a squirrel named FunkunDilly always ready, with fun to embark.
They slept and ate together, and rolled around, playing on the ground.
A happier troll you never could see, as when FukunDilly was around.

I made them matching ninja suits, to practice ninja moves in the park.
And the firemen let them sit up front in the fire truck to blow his horn.
Everything was so very perfect, until all the birthdays came around.
As we discussed the birthdays', Lilly ran to the corner to cry, for real!

Lilly didn’t know when her birthday was, and just knew she’d be left out.
So as I ran to poor, little Lilly, I ask FunkinDilly if she knew the date, about.
She has never spoken, but the little squirrel had come with Lilly, you see… 
Around here, you never know, crazier things seem to happen, a lot lately.

None of Trolls knew their birthdays, and all ended up sulking on the ground.
I let them each pick a day, and they picked Halloween all at once, all around.
They invited all their friends for… after Trick or Treating on Halloween night.
I rounded up tons of cupcakes, and the biggest cake ever seen, to their delight.

That night witches, elves, and fairies showed up, with even a unicorn.
The weird frogs came with the bears... and all, held sparklers up in the air.
It was fun to see the costumes, or at least I hoped, that’s what they were.
Everyone danced around a bonfire… as the firemen laughed, and looked on.

I was talking to one of my neighbors dressed as a witch, when Lilly danced by.
I laughed about how happy Lilly and FunkenDilly were when playing, all the time…
And I wished her mother could see the gleam of fun, which shone in her eyes.
Suddenly, a flash of light! FunkenDilly turned into a Troll, right before my eyes.

The witch was apologetic… for forgetting to turn Lilly’s mom back, for so long.
She had found her raiding her garden, and punished her… about a year, before.
Now, FunkenDilly had had so much fun… that she wanted to be turned right back.
The toll for forgetting …was that she gave them both butterfly wings for the night.

She may not be a Troll, but, I never worry about Lilly when FunkenDilly’s along.
And the witch promised FunkunDilly, she could be a squirrel, for one more year. 
But about that neighbor witch… Whoa Boy! I’ll be WAY nicer from now on, ya hear!
Now, I really can’t wait to make more matching outfits, for Lilly and her mom.


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Dragon Out of the Mist

Out of the mist… In a cloud of smoke… Dragon is at it again!
Yep, He’s out to protect Innocence, Truth, and the American Way!
He grabbed his Superman cape, AGAIN! I thought I’d got rid of that thing!
Oh No! He’s headed to the park… Honestly! NOT AGAIN! Yep! The Park!

Besides the Trolls are taking Kung Fu lessons, over there, in their ninja garb!
Well, at least we’ll have a Fireman there… He owns the Dojo, don’t you know?
He might be giving lessons, for more than Kung Fu, with Dragon there, today!
Lord a Mercy! Hurry up, Grandpa Troll! There he goes, I running as fast as I can!

Yeah! I’ve got the extinguishers here, and a helmet for protection from Troll Clubs.
Yea, I know! Dragon is just dumb enough… to not recognize who they really are!
Gee! Why is it every time Dragon runs amuck, cameramen have to invade the park?
I suspicion, it’s our neighborhood witch, again, tipping them off, to make a buck!
 
WOW! Look at the crowds of people there! It’s like they’re waiting to see, maybe… 
Shakespeare in the Park! But, what they’ll get is a Super Dragon, without his luck.
Here comes our favorite policeman who patrols every day! I’d better run faster, I say!
He’s the one who got the burning pants… Last time Dragon Hood went astray!

Gee! I can’t get my breath fast enough… after running so far! OH! NO! NO, WAY!
Here it comes. The clash is about to begin. Wait, I got it! I’ll pretend to pass out …
Then Dragon will have to take me home!  That should save the day! I Hope!
What? Why does every one want to pound on my chest! I don’t need NO CPR!

Well, at least Dragon’s stopped chasing the Trolls. Ok! I’ll let them pound, some more!
HUH! Grandpa Troll is laughing Hilariously! He’s knows what I’m all about!
As soon as every one’s done practicing CPR… Surely, he’ll be able to get me out… 
Dang! Dragon owes me one! I wish Grandpa Troll would take the smirk off his face!

I’d leave if the fireman weren’t so cute! Gee! Now, he’s winking at me. Yep! OK!
He knows what I’m up to… Thank God, He’s calling Dragon to take me home.
Gee! Even Hubby will be laughing his pants off! This time, before it’s all done!
Next time, I’ll have a better plan! Isn’t it amazing what Dragon makes me do?

AHH! GEE! Don’t YOU laugh TOO! If you’d been in my shoes, what would YOU do?
But, Honestly, isn't it nice to know... That where ever in life I go...
There's always another adventure... Coming just down the road.
And there is plenty of room for you to come along and be there, too.


Details | Ballad | |

FROM THE HEART I'LL SING

I have a God given talent
I rejoice but not ever lament
They said it is a wonderful thing
I must do share and sing

Some may or may not listen
Even though as long as I win
Not of fame but of joyous hearts
For so long been gloom and apart

The high and low notes, I'll reach
Tactful enough to be on right pitch
I may swing in a fidget ditch
It's fine as long as I'll not miss

I will tunely swing both my arms
Harmoniously to the music at hand
I may open and close my eyes 
To feel each lyrics in vies

It's not only my voice that sings
Also does my heart it rings
Uncaring the people's glances
Displaying this in chosen chances

By: olive_eloi
10:27am
01/23/2014

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Details | Light Poetry | |

Fun Is: Me

Sitting on a butte, howling at the moon… I fell off and landed on my head.
My Trolls found me, and picked me up, and hauled me all the way home.
They set me at the computer, all cozy, wrapped up, and wouldn’t let me go.
Said they wanted to hear some more, great stories, about themselves, of course.

Life just seems more fun with them, as those marauders wander, all over the place.
But that grumpy dragon, whose been pooping on my flowers, each and every day…
He’s simply, has got to go! It wouldn’t be so bad, if he didn’t bury them, so deep.
And I think he’s only doing it, cause he wants to make me, freaking, crazy, insane!

He’s become jealous of the others’ stories, and he wants to be the very first, in line.
Leave it to a dragon, to do ANY THING, to try to hog, the very essence of my page.
For he knows that even the most serious poets, are prone to sneak a peak, at times.
Their comments are just, so much fun to read, as they comment on, the ensuing fun.

It seems if I write sonnets about my self, I tend to lose that steady stream, that’s mine.
You see, it’s not as much fun, to hear… how I’m blessed… again… and again, again.
And those wild Trolls do so many crazy stunts, till I simply, can’t leave them alone.
Of course, they’re patterned after my sons, who cringe, run, and hide, when I am near.

But, embarrassing my children, can be seriously, so much fun, with, my Hubby near.
But I’m beginning to wander, again, I think, as my friends start lining up at, my door.
But now I wonder: have my poems become me? Or have I become a part of them? 
Its getting harder to tell, now-a- days… But I don’t really care… as long as …

You read and make comments on what I write… and laugh, a little, along the way. 


Details | Quatrain | |

Jacuzzi

Every home should have a Jacuzzi It's the only civilized way To melt away your cares and troubles Puts zing back into your day Nothing else is really quite like it As the jets open up your pores It's such a happy invigorating feeling Like the whole damn world is yours Feeling like each of your body parts Is singing and offering you praise For waking up those happy feelings Giving thanks for each new day Now I won't get into 'two in a tub' That's a totally different ballgame Suddenly it's no more about cleanliness Your focus sure ain't quite the same A great subject for an X-rated poem So watch for it down the road Getting that anxious feeling already Must cool it or my loins will explode! © Jack Ellison 2012


Details | Rhyme | |

Fluff and Stuff

Silly kittens made of fluff
Pouncing, sliding, snagging stuff
Butterflies that float on by
Out of reach but still they try

Rolling wrestling cotton balls
Soon so tired from their falls
Lying down with mommy purring
Not a kitten soon is stirring


Details | Free verse | |

Smile anyway

It is better to love and lost Well, you have heard the saying                                               but what I was trying to say is to never love at all                                                             that would be sad and that would make a clown frown                                                       while searching for words to make you smile                                                                     Is that a trick question you are the one judging                                                                with that poetry police and destroying going on                                                             What thinketh a poet and you did not know it                                                                    it is all fun and games until you have won                                                                    Who made this a contest anyway needless to say                                                              I am going to give you a peace of my mind pardon pun or not                                   whether I win this contest or not I think                                                                          You should know You have already have one                                                                And by the way I hope you find all you are looking for                                                     love you like a sis and this I would have no one miss                                                        Jesus loves you  Thanks for sharing always                        *                            *                           - scientist find blue iceberg/ A blue iceberg is visible after the ice from above the water melts, causing the smooth portion of ice from below the water to overturn. The rare blue ice is formed from the compression of pure snow, which then develops into glacial ice.


Details | Free verse | |

A Monday Night

A chuckle,
A snicker,
A giggle,
A short little laugh.
A snort,
A guffaw,
A roll on the floor,
Nearly in tears I realize I am not alone in the room.
An eye brow rises at my odd conniption.
I merely point breathlessly at the corner.
Once more the cat has gotten its head caught in a plastic cup.


Details | Lyric | |

Southern Christmas Ya'll(USA)

Sleighbells ring are you kidding?
In the lane sun is shining
It's a beautiful sight, I'm coatless tonight.
Walking in the southern Christmas air.

In the meadow we will build a manger.
In the south they aren't a stranger.
We're happy tonight when we see the sights.
Walking in the southern Christmas air.

On the highways you'll see a hay sculpture
We pay to take a decorative light tour
We're happy tonight when we see the lights.
Walking in the southern Christmas air.

Walking in the southern Christmas (warm) air.


Sung to the tune of Walking in a Winter Wonderland.
Everyone is invited to add a verse or improve mine.
Sara Kendrick helped me write this one. Thanks, Mom!!


Details | Rhyme | |

Life With My Wife

What's life like with my wife
The love-light of my life
Well she has many a quirk
If I mention I'm a jerk

One or two may slip out
And she will laugh or she will pout
It's all just meant as fun
Tonight though I may have to run

From my five-foot-two-inch queen
If she gets me, a bad scene
And she knows the very spot
That will drop me like I'm hot

It may be time to rethink this poem
I have to live with her at home 
So peaceful tonight I'll lie
As that snoring train goes by


Details | Light Poetry | |

What Makes You Happy

What makes you happy?
Is it the stars at night?
The sound of the chirping birds?
Or is it because you received a blessing?

Are you happy because your chicken already laid its first egg?
Or because you've been enrolled to a school?
Is it because you've been rewarded a new pair of slippers?
Or because you got what you wanted from the mall?

Are you happy because your mom allowed you to have an ice cream?
Or maybe because your dad brought you to Disneyland?
Is it because life taught you a new game today?
Or because you enjoy some game on your iPod?

Are you happy because you've perfected the taste of your coffee?
Is that grin because of a bet you've won?
So why? Tell me
Is it the fact that there's still fresh air that you're breathing?

Is it because you just finished a novel?
Or because you've composed a song yourself?
Are you glad that you've designed a perfect house for you?
Or because you gave yourself a car?

Are you smiling because of your high grades?
Is it because you made a new friend today?
Do you feel great for having an awesome pet?
Or is it because your family loves you so?

Why are your dimples showing off?
Is it because you feel God's presence?
Or is it because you can now smell justice ahead of you?
Is that what makes you happy?

So what exactly makes you happy?
Who created that rainbow in your eyes?
Are you happy because you feel it?
Or are you just happy because you say so?


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Baggage Claim

Drained to my very heart by our slow-paced arrival, 
          I wander through tasteless decor to the metal arches 
                                                Beyond which a future is unfurled.
My bag’s innards are spilled like blood in the Bible
          Before the cold gaze of the armed man who marches;
                                                He holds the key to this new world.

The mechanistic arch stands and takes quasi-sentience 
          Beside passport control, piercing my finely popped 
                                                Eardrums with sonic solemnity.
I am refused by technology but stagger forward hence 
          Into baggage claim where a suitcase pile is propped 
                                                Up like a holiday Tetris calamity.

My suitcase is soul black and with difficulty is found,
          In its lucid eagerness to fasten itself a faux family;
			   Airports are filled with pretences.
Now we are away again, small trolley safe and sound,
          On the road from snow, heat is where I plan to be.
                                                Our intrepid journey commences...


Details | Light Poetry | |

Acceptance

Yes Darling I will marry you,
 It makes my dreams all come true.
To be your wife is all I need 
To love and cherish you is my deed.

I’ll wash for you and cook for you
Until the day I die,
I’ll clean and polish it up for you
If you promise not to lie.

I’ll do all these things without a whine
If you will love me all the time
But one thing I will not do, for it will make us part,
Is wash your underwear because I have seen the marks.

We are happy now as we can be, he’s never played golf in his life
This is a made up fantasy, I’m happy to be his wife.
Thirty – Three years our marriage has lasted,
And grows stronger every year
Two grown sons, tall and proud can make us shed a tear.
With love for each other we are happy to be, 
ALMOST an ideal family.


Details | Haiku | |

CATS ARE CUTE

(TRIPLE HAIKU in fact...)

Awww...cats are so cute!
Rubbing against my 2 legs
Adoriddible! 

I head to my room
They watch me like a shepherd
My sheep follow me!

My little buddy
Follows me into bathroom 
Hope she turns her head


Details | Nonet | |

No, No Nonet

I want to be happy but I won't

be happy 'til I see Dick's dance.

Buzz Berkely had her number,

Ruby tapped out thunder.

A hundred legs moved

lights that dazzled.

Dick's quick kiss,

Ruby

smiles.





Nonet:  Contains 9 lines,  line 1- 9 syllables, line 2- 8 syllables and so on; any subject;
            rhyming is optional.


Details | Rhyme | |

I LIKE FLESHY SOFT FISH

                                       For some one pork is good				
                                           For some one chicken 				
                                          as choices are different				
                                    in own style let items be eaten				
				
                                           I like fleshy soft  Fish 				
                                        to have minimum calories				
                                   cooked with soya oil with brinjal				
                                         and with black eyed peas				
				
                                            God bless every one 				
                                      With happy Good Luck meal 				
                                      in the Happy 2012 New Year				
                                               let's all we deal				
				
				
				
Sponsored by: Russell Sivery				
Written by: bldevnath				
on 07/01/2012				


Details | Light Poetry | |

Happy Dance Ramblings

Awww… These are Happy Dance Ramblings… When you get someone to listen… You just have to go for it… Bet you didn’t know that I’m like super doper man... Put me behind a computer and I take off… Put my glasses on and I’m just plain old Clark Kent… Didn’t know I had it in me… But enjoy my time in the clouds… I don’t have happy genes… I have Super doper man genes… LOL

Change is in the air! I awoke and haven’t stopped running since… It’s kinda like jumping from stone to stone in a creek… Fun but occasionally slippery, but a good swim never hurt anyone... Last one in is a poopy pants…The Trolls want to come, too, so be careful… They’re a klutzy and might get in the way… or splash all the water out…LOL… Better hurry before they get here… Yee Haww!

Someone said ladies swoon… I don’t swoon… I just sigh… If some guy lies I just sic the Trolls on them… or the Dragon… If he’ll listen… Probably not… Quit pooping on my roses Silly Dragon! There go the Trolls! … Doesn’t anybody listen… Sigh!… See! They did it again… Those guys made me sigh!… LOL

When it storms I have 3 big dogs and 2 cats trying to climb into my bed… We all just snuggle in… Oh NO!… Not the Dragon, too! Owww! Silly Dragon just pushed me out of bed!… Dumb Dragon!

After the rain the sun brings everyone out with gleams in their eyes… Even the Dragon. But I don’t trust him... I know that gleam means he’s up to something… One of these days I’m going to get me that Dragon… EEEWWW! He just snorted all over me! Grandpa Troll! The Dragon just snorted ALL over me! This is snot right! Oh No! Now the dragons grinning… Don’t ask questions. Just Run…Hurry Up!… He’s gaining! Grab the pitch forks! He’s heading for my roses! AGAIN! Darned old poopy dragon!

I bet that darned Dragon would listen to you.! You want him? He knows how to fertilize roses REAL well! Well, that is... if you don’t give him a lot of attention! He likes LOTS of attention! I can spare him for a while. Might help my roses see some sun again… I think they’re getting a MIGRAINE! Really!

AWW! Grandpa Troll has me sitting beside the lake with the Dragon on the other side. He said we need to make nice, nice, and to soak up all that sunshine… The dragons making it worse! At least I can take off my fireproof suit. His flames don't reach across the lake… NaNa NA NaNA You mean, old Dragon! Serves you right…  Hope it gives him heart burn! Get it?… Fire, Burn! LOL… Grandpa Troll says we sound like two little kids fighting. HA! We’re BIG kids!…


Details | Light Poetry | |

From Little Acorns

From Little acorns
One morning the little acorn opened up his eyes,
He looked down and all around in astonishment and surprise.
Ho felt the comforting branches rock back and forth and sway
He really liked this movement it comforted him on this his birthday.
As he looked down to the ground
He saw a squirrel looking up.
But he felt safe and secure in his snug fitting acorn cup.
The months went on and he was happy swaying in the breeze
He even had an acorn sister to dance with in the leaves.
They talked together way up high in the great oak tree
They caught the sun and got a tan 
They didn’t know the squirrel could see.
One day a great wind did blow
It ripped through all the trees,
It caught the acorn up there hiding, in between the leaves.
The little acorn was torn away from his sisters’ side,
The wind did take the acorn in its grasp, and threw him far and wide
The acorn battled with the wind throwing him all around
Then he came to settle, and found he was on the ground.
He laid there for a long time the leaves all covering him
He was beginning to get soggy, and his skin began to thin
The squirrel walked past him one day buteven he didn’t fancy him.
The acorn was bereft he was beginning to rot
The worms moved underneath him, the dirt built up on top.
One day when he was so sad when he felt a strange move
It was not the worms below him, and not the squirrel above
He had almost given in and admitted to defeat
But the strangest thing happened, he thought he was growing feet
His arms thrust up, his feet dug down; his head broke into the bright daylight
He was growing he could feel it, so he pressed on with all his might.
He grew and grew his branches spread, he was the tallest all around
Then he felt trembling in him and little acorns did abound
Now he was a mighty oak, he was happy as can be 
He looked around and realised, he wasn’t just a tree
He was complete he noticed, new acorns hung from every limb
One day they would drop down to the ground, and grow up just like him.


Details | Acrostic | |

Trash

Totally nasty and straight out sick
Rawr...hate trash
And it's on the floor
Say, can I clean the Dorm 3 floor?
hey! i love clean environments


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


Details | Rhyme | |

Run the Extra Mile

It was an awesome therapy session today
I got a kick outtah your clever puns – you always make me smile
You made my day, good sir – you definitely made my day
I gottah run and finish some tasks– you always motivate me to run the extra mile 

You are so sincere and sympathetic…
You are reliable and I am kindah pathetic… 
Our conversations are absolutely therapeutic 
You are compassionate and openhearted…
On the other hand, I am irresponsible and complicated  

It was a somewhat stressful day, but at least I finished my test 
I must admit – you made me laugh and made me feel a lot better than before
You brighten up my day, man! – You always encourage me to try my best
I gottah type up a poem or two – you always listen to me…you give me options and more


Details | Couplet | |

Words and Barks

WORDS AND BARKS

People were given a gift called speech
Most of the time they have nothing to teach

Dogs on the other hand can roll their eyes
They say more with wags and cries

Often people's unending words don't  matter
It might be better if people would bark and dogs chatter


Details | Light Poetry | |

Out of the Mist

From out of the Mist a Dragon roars… His second breakfast is way to late… Yes, He’s our Super Duper Hero Dragon… In search of Innocent Love, Truth, and the American Way. He can bound tall buildings in a single bound, Tho his wings help him a lot. And he’s faster than a flying penguin… Tho with the pigeons, he’s still trying to keep up! Right now he’s circling in for breakfast… Trying to figure out where to land. An aspirin is silently a waiting… By his breakfast for after he headfirst lands! Yeah! He won’t be competing with Superman, Not now or even in any time… soon… But when he dons that cape… His penguins positively swoon. Remember to keep him in your heart and minds as you go about your day. You know, he’s determined to be Famous; And All I can say is Amen! Yes, He’s our crazy fun loving Dragon, wanting to go there using my pen… Who knows? With the amount of trouble he gets in… He will probably… make it… in the end.


Details | Acrostic | |

Quipster - I am in love with You



Funny face - Funny face

Oh my love..
Oh my baby..
I miss you..
You miss me..

Tickling me from back.. 
You makes me laugh..
Wind blowing so fast..
And our love last..

Tightly Holding me,
You makes me more crazy..
Not even a single day goes without thinking about you..
24x7 mesmerizing in my mind..
Baby you took my soul away..
Ohh my love..
I need your love babe..
And You know its true..
I miss you..
I miss you..

Ohh my quipster,
Tilting a little, making your eyes come out of soccet..
You winned my heart..
Omg, my happiness is out of bound..
Recapturing those splendid moments..You made me laugh..
Oh my love
I miss you..
I miss you..

Seven days in a week..
Twelve months in a year..
Oh my love 
You made me more crazy..
You winned my heart..
Just now can't stay apart..
Bcz I love You..
And I know, You too love me..


Bright light
Bright light..
You hug me tight..
Oh my lady in white..you hug me tight..
Oh my baby, You cast a warm light..
Oh sherin,I need your love babe..
You are the greatest reward of my life..


Blinking eyes of your's when I am flaming in aggression..
Yes you are the one who made me laugh
You won my heart..my mind..
Oh baby I need your love babe..
Ain't got anything blissful, than your love babe!!


Details | Clerihew | |

Dragon and Santa

Christmas roses are red, and violets are so very blue…
Dear Santa. We love our dear Dragon and hope you do, too.
Nightly, visions of colors dance round and round his big bed. 
As delusions of grandeur… continuously dance in his head.

For him sugar plums dance swirling, in dreams oh… so… sweet.
As you know… that tomorrow will bring a new, disastrous treat.
But this is the nighttime, as he lays snuggly, sleeping in his bed.
Honestly don’t worry! For the moment, there’s nothing to dread.

See how he looks, like a sweet heart, innocent, while cozy in bed.
But to be truthful, to help Santa, This year like promised and said…
We gave Dragon… Just a few of those wee, little knockout drops.
Now Santa‘s coming, lickety split! We’re ready, here, like on a military op.

No fricasseed Santa, will happen this night, during Santa’s great yearly flight.
Last year was an accident, we swear! It was little Dragons 1st Christmas night.
When he's excited, he tends to throw fire, through the air, like a son of a gun!
We told you to run, not goo and make cutesy faces, after all he was only one!

And truth to be told, those strange faces on anyone would scare him, we fear!
To make matters more clear, we copied our book, on Dragon etiquette, Dear!
We sent it to the North Pole, and a fire retardant suit, in red, made just, for you.
Don’t lift the face plate, on top of the suit, hair singes fast, to blackened soot!

Suddenly, Santa’s sleigh on the rooftop did land, and he was there within a blink.
Last on his list, it was close to the morn, he wanted to meet Dragon, he thinks.
Entering the room, over a penguin he fell, and landed face down on Dragon.
Dragon woke up and gave Santa a hug, as a new story for Christmas was born.

Now all is well, after Santa was gone. For he got to meet the first Dragon child…
In a thousand years or more, and thankfully Dragon behaved as he smiled…
Two icons in life finally did meet, then they went off to Church and back again.
Now, don’t be surprised, such things can happen, on a day where miracles reign. 

All had a great Christmas with reindeer, Santa, Trolls, penguins and Dragon.
Can’t ask for more, at Christmas time, where Jesus in our minds, shines on
So have some good cheer and like Dragon and Santa, together, lets celebrate… 
You should know, by now, it’s never too late to participate…The End!


Details | Rhyme | |

Dead Man's Curve

There were warning signs proclaiming "DANGEROUS CURVE AHEAD!"
But no one paid much attention to them as on they recklessly sped!
On that treacherous stretch was a bend known as "Dead Man's Curve,"
Where many souls began their eternal bourne because they failed to swerve!

Other signs along that mountain road had more profound things to say,
That should have alerted folks to slow down ere there'd be a price to pay!
"PREPARE TO MEET THY GOD!" was erected by the Presbyterian Church,
But speeders ignored that sermon and met their doom for failing to lurch!

"ARE YOU PREPARED TO MEET JESUS?" admonished another sign.
This one was sponsored by the Baptist Church and was nailed to a pine.
But this homily went unheeded and many guys crashed through the railing,
Sailing o'er the thousand foot cliff, their auto, the desert floor impaling!

"THE WAGES OF SPEEDING IS DEATH!" read this creative message!
The Happy Valley Church of God had posted this not so subtle presage!
The Pentecostal Church's warning sign read "REPENT ERE 'TIS TOO LATE!"
'Twill ne'er be known how many ignored that hint, rushing to their fate!

The valley floor below was strewn with wrecked Buicks, Cadillacs and Fords,
Dodge pickup trucks, Happy Times motor homes and four Honda Accords!
On that winding stretch 'tis best to heed signs regarding "Dead Man's Curve"
Ere you join those hapless souls who met their doom 'cause they failed to swerve!

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


Details | Light Poetry | |

Meal, A Movie, And A Date

A date with my Hubby is an amazing and a most wondrous thing…
It starts with the McDonald’s Dollar menu and then we grab and run, I say!
Then we’re off to the local Laundromat where the movie begins the fun.
Watching the wash, rinse, and spin cycle, keeps us glued all afternoon, to the fun!

And how do they insert those commercials, anyway, when the cycles change?
But this is all beside the point… on this: our Meal, Movie, and an illustrious Date.
And NO! He’s not a cheap skate… as by now you might have been about to think…
He’s helping me do my chores, and is beside me, all the way, making it rather fun!

How you ask, can this be fun? It’s in the time: we spend, while away, and what’s begun…
You see, I’ve a pen and paper, to write down funny poem ideas, that will come, what may!
What! You thought I made them all up… in front of my computer…  and all alone each day?
Really folks, I’m not that good, so as to keep making all them up… When I’m all alone!

I call this my little café spree, which was tailored just for me… They are so very riveting!
As I try to simply, write down everything…I bounce off of him, and he does bounce off me…
Laughter fills the air, and smiles creep in, don’t you see? And I bet you just can’t wait, my friends!
To see what we’ll do next…  In a meal, a movie, and a Date… On our café sprees!

Carol Eastman and Hubby 1-29-2014 For Contest: Cafe Musings


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Bling Ring

Dragon put out his shingle to be a psycho-analyst. 
        He claims he can cure the blues, in one single visit!
Also says he can stop those bent on suicide, 
        And clean out everybody’s sinuses, in a New York Minute!
Actually, I've seen it done, as he takes patients, 
        For a very exciting ride, and I do literally mean RIDE!
Remember! This is Dragon! Once he gets something in his head, 
        There’s no changing, that there TIDE!

Yes, it is Dragon that grabs the bling ring! 
        And he provides the highs… Whenever someone is low…
He flies them to the skies… But then pretends to let them go… 
        OH! Yes, he even does, barrel rolls…
But when they fall, he always catches them… we hope, 
         Before they finally hit the blooming ground!
Yes, if by now, they have made, it onto his back… 
         The fun never stops, as he flies the great beyond!

He loves to flitter wildly, back and forth, and to zig zag sharply, 
         To and fro, throwing them all about…
By this point, they have been known to sing, 
         Though at such a height, no one knows, what they shout!
He then adds to the fun! Don’t you know! As he sputters out, 
         Not to mention… while flying upside down! 
There’s never a single yawn! As he does a loop de loop, backwards…  
         Yea, I know! He’s such a clown!

It’s said, he can provide the most spiritual experience, 
         Anyone in this world has ever known, bar none.
Oh! Don’t forget the long distance, free fall, dive bomb runs! 
         That he’s not very good at pulling out of!
Then there are his landings, or as I call them “Crash attacks”! 
          For by the time he’s finally landed back…
He’s hit nearly every tree in our great big forest….  
          Tho only nicks most before the GREAT BIG SMACK! 

When they get off: They bow down and kiss the ground in absolute, 
          Undeniable prayer, earnestly done! 
At first, no one wants to talk about it much, 
          A few have been known to be silent, for nigh on a full month. 
But the one undeniable truth, that they’re always found… 
          Before reaching the beautiful hollowed ground…
Is that they suddenly see the greatness and wonder…of their life, 
          Which they left below, so earthly bound!

You can say, Dragon teaches everyone to hold on tightly for the ride. 
          And if you weren’t a saint or believer! 
By the time he’s done, You WILL be praying for God to provide! 
          As a few have been known to thankfully cry!
NO one has needed to go up twice! I sometimes earnestly wonder why?
          But now, be ready, for all to behold…
The wonderful commemorative bling ring, he’ll give to you, to hold! 
          Yes, he made it just especially, for YOU!

And at the low cost of $19.95, as he says on his Internet site… 
          If you don’t like it… 
You can go up, again, until he gets it right! 

Written 3-11-2014 For: Tickle My Funny Bone Contest


Details | Prose | |

Concert For One

You ask me to come to one of your gigs 
Every Thursday over a pint at The Hop 
I politely decline 
Every Thursday 
You sat there dressed in plaid and denim 
Your lips curl over the glass 
Well I couldn’t possibly watch 
Them curl over a microphone 
In front of all those people 
I prefer a concert for one 
Sat in my backyard 
Dancing to songs of your travels 
With cigarette in hand, 
The only one listening 
Selfish I know 
But you make me that way 


Details | Light Poetry | |

Dragon Santa

There’s a little known fact about the North Pole.
Now Santa’s a Dragon, you really should know.
Now think about this and it will become clear.
Santa, like Dragons, is so very magical my dear.

In the very least, Santa has to be… at least partly so.
He’s just a SNOW Dragon, now wouldn’t you know?
He only comes south… in the deepest of wintertime.
And he brings along the snow for good girls and boys.

Now, I wouldn’t lie! I know… that honestly, it’s true!
I call him the Solstice Santa; for he brings winter, its true!
Think! Who brings those sleds when you’re snug in bed?
It’s the Dragon reindeer… Who can fly, high thru the air!

Now, think my dear friend… and you will know that it’s so.
Who loves havoc more, than a mischievous Dragon’s soul?
How come there’s always snow, as they land on your roof?
Because Snow Dragons can breath snow… Lickety Split!

And Dragons love fun… so here come all those Great toys.
Yep, they, too, were made by mischievous, DRAGON boys!
And just where, do you think, my Dragon egg came from?
Grandpa Troll came south, with it, yep, from the North Pole!

When Dragon is grown… Where do you think he wants to go?
Naturally, first North, to visit Dragon Santa, at the North pole.
Gee, the world is spinning, and Grandpa Troll is laughing, too!
No! Say it isn’t true! Grandpa Troll? Did you spike the eggnog?

Again this year? Well, it WAS a beautiful dream… That’s true!
And Merry Christmas, out there, to all you wonderful, You’s!!


Details | Light Poetry | |

Chia Pet Dragon

Dragon was upset when the Sheriff of CrazyLand banned him from the park.
A week from the park! And the new leash law Had To Go! He Squawked!
He was bad, but to wear a leash… Upset him, sooo very much, you know!
And he wasn’t done communing with nature, for answers he needed, sooo...
Dragon snuck back into the park to add more, to his 2 year old reality.
You see; he believed nature was wild and he was more like humanity.

After all he’s not a pet, to lie around the house and wear a leash. Honestly!
He learned, only pigeons are allowed on statues. He’d proceed, cautiously! 
So Camouflage became the new…name of the game, with his new mindset.
So he got the Great idea; Dragon and his penguins would become Chia Pets!
They poured the seeds all over themselves And NO! I’m not joking at that!
The penguins made great Chia pet shrubs, until a dog decided to pee, splat! 

Trust me! The penguin got angry! And you don’t want to know the result!
Dragon was more a Chia mountain, with a volcano blowing steam, engulfed.
And you must know, Our Dragon can’t sit still a minute, on any given day. 
So when he saw the track, he became a mountain on the run, you might say. 
He left a trail of Chia, that even the crazy Sheriff, couldn’t possibly miss!
The Sheriff knowing him well, decided: why chase him around like this?

He got the fire department to meet him at the favored ice cream parlor shack.
The Sheriff couldn’t keep a straight face, knowing just how he would attack!
As Dragon came up puffing smoke, to get even, he would simply, holler fire!
The firemen would put out Dragons’ fire! But, it never ends, as one conspires.
As Dragon arrived, the sheriff gave a child, an ice cream, in the combat zone.
Yep! His butt was facing Dragon as he bent over to hand the child the cone. 

An errant spark set HIS pants on fire… So instead of hosing Dragon down…
The Sheriff, became the one who got hosed, by the firemen, from all around! 
‘Really? Again?’ Was all he could scream! Tho the irony hadn’t been missed.
The paparrizzi, standing nearby, had heard the plan… So pictures snapped!
The newspaper captions the next day, read: ‘Sheriff brought low by GOD’… 
At nature’s request’ THE One and Only Burning Bush: lit the Sheriff on fire!

Of course, the Sheriff ordered Dragon out of the park, again, as he screamed!
But Dragon had his answer, GOD protects all and Nothing is what it seems! 
Gentle Dragon had survived an attack, from the wild Sheriff’s petty schemes. 
Who was hauled away in a padded wagon, for a small vacation, in-between. 
And the Newspaper papparizzi answered all Dragon’s questions, penned, 
In The End!


Details | Light Poetry | |

Here Comes The Rain


Just when I'm happy
And things go right
And I can count on
The moon and stars
Each night
Fate steps in
To mock me again...
Here comes the rain!

I found my love
(Or so I thought)
He lavished me
With the Jewels he bought
He promised he would 
Always be true
And we’d begin 
Our lives anew

Just when I’m happy 
And things go right
And I count on the
Moon and stars each night
Fate steps in to mock me again
Here comes the rain!

I bought the gown
The flowers too
He said “go splurge
Nothing’s too good for you”
We set the date..my friends all came
I never suspected his little game
He said he had to go on a business trip
As he gently kissed my quivering lips

"I’ll see you next week
I’ll be at the church
I’d never leave you 
In a lurch
You can count on me
I’ll surely be there”
Promises spoken
To the empty air!

I waited and waited
All dressed in white
The church filled with flowers
A beautiful sight 
Just when I thought
I’d left my cares behind
He sent me a text saying
He’d changed his mind!

Just when I’m happy 
And things go right
And I count on the
Moon and stars each night
Fate steps in to mock me again
Here comes the rain!

But when the rain falls
The flowers bloom
And spring returns 
To banish the gloom
And life renews itself again
I can’t wait to see what lies ahead
When comes the rain!

Copyright2010 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)






Details | Narrative | |

The Funny Farm Revisited

 Well it’s getting close to that time again,
    When I’m not suppose to be happy and I’d better not grin.
Hiding is okay as long as you don’t make a sound,
    Pray like all get out that you don’t get found.
Well it freaks me out to say the least,
    One minute she’s happy the next she turns into a beast.
Someone said they got a pill for this kind of thing,
    I’ll give her a double dosage and hope it’s relief it brings.
If it don’t work on her I’ll try one of them pills,
     Just thinking about last month done brought on a bad ole chill.
I’ll just keep my mouth shut that’s the best thing I can do,
     I’ll just look at her and nod and pray I nod in the right direction too.
Here she comes with that sweetie pie look,
     The last time I saw that my goose was about to cook.
So if you guys don’t hear from me in the next few days,
     Know it’s been fun but she said right now I’ve got dues to pay.
I guess I’d better close, ouch hang on baby let me finish this line,
     Dat gummit woman now don’t hit me with that sign.
Well she didn’t break but one hand so I can still hunt and peck,
     She’s like that Dr. that turned into a monster I feel like I was in a wreck.
Going through the change doesn’t seem to bother her at all,
     Shoot I’m the one sporting bruises and having close calls.
Well that pill made her sleepy, 
      But her eyes are wide open and that’s down right creepy.
I guess I’d better close,
     And go change the cotton in my nose, night all!!!!!


Details | Light Poetry | |

EPS Syndrome

My Dogs have the dreaded multiseasonal EPS syndrome “Eat-Poop-Sleep”.
But not my Dragon, so clever, he’s added mischief to this illustrious heap.
He has our Australian Cattle dog herding the penguins up the street.
The Gutter frogs hop along, checking out future gutters for to keep.

The little Closet Trolls are weighing in, to help exercise the lot down the sidewalks!
They’ve even saddled up our cats, so we can add them, too. What an amazing shock!
Our forest friends and even the friendly bear, disturbs his sleep each day, for this walk.
You ought to see the neighbors run when we come on parade, right down the block.

Tho, it might be Hubby’s Basement Trolls who scare them, as we walk the street.
They’re bringing up the rear. Yes, on Pooper scooping patrol. They are so sweet!
And the little Closet Trolls have convinced every squirrel to taunt the dogs…
By running across the street, and yes, up every single tree, to make them, jump and jog!

Dragon has everyone involved as he wears a sign… for his new project and job…
The sign: “Pet Walking for every pet! We Don’t come Cheap, but we’re not snobs!”
Surprisingly, we now, find pets tied up at all the neighborhood doors…
With money in their collars… waiting to join in all the walks, for sure…

We wander down the street, thru the park, and to the ice cream parlor, with its allure.
Wind, rain, snow, and cold… does not stop this glorious prevail, on it’s tour.
For Dragon loves his ice cream…and the others they do, too, those tasty treats, to procure.
I come along to make sure no one is left out… in this quest for ice cream, de jure.

Eat, Poop, Sleep…Well, to this: I say my lovely peeps…
“Piddle Dee Dee… and Piddle De Dum”
Look Out for Dragon’s business… For Here We Come!
The Dog days of winter… are no longer Hum Drum!

Remember: a dream, using a mind… can create something, quite sublime!


Details | Rhyme | |

What A Day

So what a day, like I molded it like clay
Cause it went my way, happy all the day
No matter what hater came my way,
They just talk, but I laugh
So happy that I look sad, so haters I
Aint mad at you, like 2pac, just gonna
Smile walk away, cause my smile gonna
Last all day, so at the end I'm just gonna
Laugh till I cry, and say
What a day... p.s. plz don't requote this
Cause hit and wont miss, haha
Get this...


Details | I do not know? | |

Opposites and Differences

Man who loves red
Woman who loves pale pink instead
Man who sports a truck...the bigger the better
Nice plush car with velvety seats
Home with plush carpet for soft feet (kept very clean)
God as he films this must think what a funny scene
For two very opposites arguing over how to spend money
When the problem is they have nothing at all in common
What makes him happy makes her feel very alone
What makes her happy make him feel out of control..

Well do they make it?  Only God knows..


Details | Prose | |

stronger me

Every stone that you throw at me
I shall pick and build a fortress tall and strong
and let my cat pee down on your head
as i watch you get drenched in the puddle.
hehehehe


Details | Free verse | |

Anniversaire

If you’d been born in France this day
Which is as good as anywhere
It wouldn’t be called happy birthday
It will be joyeux anniversaire 
But regardless of where it took place
What an occasion it must have been
Putting a smile on your mothers face
The first day that your life begin 
Today is the day for cookies and cake
Candles and kisses presents and things
Maybe some stuff people will make
A necklace of beads and golden rings
Enjoy it a lot be happy and dance
Here’s a toast we wish you good cheer
Also fortunes with love and good chance
This is the end we’ll see you next year 


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Musical Sherlock Bones

I have a dog that lives with me his name is Sherlock Bones,
He loves to sing his songs to me in beautiful Bloodhound tones.

He sings a song of deep regret when he does something wrong,
It’s as mournful as he can get but it never lasts too long.

He’s too happy to let a bad feeling last when there’s time to play,
That’s when he sings his joyous song; it’s his favorite time of day.

If I should ask him if he would like to walk the path at the park,
He sings a whole aria of squeaks and hums then crescendos with a bark.

And when he curls up on the couch to sleep he has talent yet to lend,
Because even when he’s sound asleep he’s still musical at each end.

My dog’s got the music in him and it keeps trying to get out,
So I’ve learned to stop feeding him with beans with sour kraut.

Sometimes I will join him and we will howl up at the silvery moon,
He’s happy that I’m with him and never complains if I’m out of tune.

Oh, Sherlock Bones is a musical dog and he sings with all his might,
And I love to hear him sing his songs just not in the middle of the night.


Details | Couplet | |

In My Perfect World...

I wake up happy everyday,
Always have something nice to say;

Live on a ranch with horses galore,
And always have room for just one more;

I can go riding whenever I want,
The theme of my life is “Nonchalant”;

I never have to worry about being late,
Life is about me, everything else can wait;

My house is always clean, maybe magically so,
It leaves more time for snuggling with my beau;

And I don’t hate going to my work,
Cause my wonderful boss is never a jerk;

I go home happy at the end of the day,
Always have time to laugh and play;

I love just being my husband’s wife,
Man this sure would be the life!


Details | I do not know? | |

A FOX SHE IS

A FOX SHE IS
 SHE WALK LIKE A FOX
 A FOX SHE IS
 WALKING ON HER TAIL
 SO YOU CAN CALL ME FOX
 IT FUNNY
 I THINK I A FOX 
 U THINK
 I CAN TALK LIKE A FOX 
 N KNOW I CAN BE A   FOX 
LIKE ME 
 IT AIN'T ALL THAT  BAD 
 I CAN TELL U 
KNOW A FOX IS A FOX
 SMART  FOX LOL
 THAT FUNNY 
FOX A HEART
I WILL SMILE 
IT FUNNY WAY TO BE  FOXI
 LAUGHING
  LIKE ME
  A FOX SHE IS


Details | I do not know? | |

Happy Birthday ENTERTAINMENT PROMOTER

Happy Birthday GROVE STREET E-N-T"

To the "ENTERTAINMENT PROMOTER"
with the most~
"Quid pro quo per buck"
let me say ~
happy happy birthday to you ~
i lift up my glass with a~
"lyricvixen LYRICAL Toast"
just as "PARTIES HOSTING FUN"
and "VIP Clientèle HOT"
as to say to you ~
i hope you have a ~
happy happy birthday~
that only a
"COMPLEX MONEY MAKER"
like you can do ~
happy happy birthday ~
to a
"INDEPENDENT INFLUENTIAL PROMOTERS"
as "NOTABLY FLY"
and "EXCLUSIVELY hot"
as "GROVE STREET E-N-T You"

aka:lyricvixen
-------------------------------------------------------------
Happy Happy birthday Tati"

To the "PRETTIEST GIRL AROUND"
with the most~
"PREFECT SMILE"
let me say ~
happy happy birthday to you ~
i lift up my glass with a~
"LYRICAL Toast"
just as "BUEATFULLY BRIGHT"
and "ALWAYS SEXY"
as to say to you ~
I hope you have a ~
happy happy birthday~
that only a
"GIRL IN A PINK Bi·ki·ni"
like you can do ~
happy happy birthday ~
to a "WONDERFUL GAL"
as "HOT-O-licious"
and "SWEETLY FRIENDLY"
as "Tati, GOOD GIRL YOU"

aka:lyricvixen


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Memory Street Bank

I went to my memory bank to add some thoughts..
I had so many; I didn't realize how many I brought!

So, I deposited some happy memories adding more to what I had..
Using the happy ones to replace the sad..

I asked to receive a bond of friendship..
Good advice I left for a tip..

In the savings I deposited an abundance of love..
In my bank statement it read "It's worth more than the above."


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 | Light Poetry | |

IF YOU'RE HAPPY AND YOU KNOW IT

IF   YOU’RE   HAPPY  AND   YOU  KNOW    IT. . . . . 


If you’re happy and you know it clap your hands.
If you don’t clap it means  either you’re  not happy,
Or  you  don’t know that you have full  happy  glands.
There are four possibilities  in this situation,  chappy :



You’re Happy and you know  it -  clap your hands;
You’re not happy and you know it  -  do something about your life;
You’re happy and you don’t know it -  you’re unaware,  head in the sands;
You’re not happy and you don’t know it -  ask your wife.



When  I see people doing this hand-clapping business
I ask myself do they  know that they are  happy;
Or  filled with unhappiness  and  lacking  self-awareness;
Or simply clapping automatically, disguising their lives so crappy?


Details | I do not know? | |

Happy Happy birthday Toadluvinlady

	  Happy Happy birthday ?Toadluvinlady?"

To the "LOVELY, TOAD LUV IN LADY"
with the most~
"COMPASSIONATE HEART"
let me say ~
happy happy birthday to you ~
i lift up my glass with a~
"LYRICAL toast"
just as "BEAUTIFULLY WONDERFUL"
and "SPONTANEOUSLY SWEET"
as to say to you ~
i hope you have a ~
happy happy birthday~
that only a
"INTELLIGENT ASPIRING POETRY WRITER"
like you can do ~
happy happy birthday ~
to a "INDEPENDENT WOMEN"
as "BEAUTIFUL, as WHEN SHE LAUGHING"
and as "ACCOMPLISH as when SHE'S GIVING LOVE"
as "?Toadluvinlady?" YOU

aka:lyricvixen 
----------------------------------------------------------------
  	  "Happy Happy birthday Kaleo"

To the "SEXY, MAN A LIVE"
with the most~
"ANGELIC, FLAWLESS FACE"
let me say ~
happy happy birthday to you ~
i lift up my glass with a~
"LYRICAL Toast"
just as "BABY, YOUR SO FINE"
and "WHY? YOU SO HOT"
as to say to you ~
i hope you have a ~
happy happy birthday~
that only a "DREAM LOVER"
like you can do ~
happy happy birthday ~
to a "BABE-A-licious"
as "TOUCHABLE"
and "SWEET to the TASTE"
as "Kaleo WONDERFUL You"

aka:lyricvixen


Details | Quatrain | |

Rent A Poetry Man

Here ye! Here ye! Here ye!
Starting a new business I am
“Rent A Poetry Man” I call it
I'll come to your house in a van

For a nominal fee of just a dollar
I will fashion a poem for you
To suit any happy occasion
For you to remember the do

I will offer a cute little ditty
Even give it a tune if I must
But I expect as part of the deal
You will offer me cake I trust

So look me up, let's make a deal
I'm in the book under “P”
It stands for happy “Poetry Man”
It describes this bloke to a tee!


Details | I do not know? | |

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

A New Mouse

Today I bought a new mouse
This mouse now has a house...
It sits on a happy face
It's quite the perfect place...
The happy face is its pad
(I wouldn't have one that was sad)...
My mouse doesn't walk around
Nor eats cheese that's fallen on the ground
It doesn't squeak or shout
Just clicks and moves about...
It doesn't have much to say
and it doesn't really play...
Though it does enjoy its ball
as it rolls around, only 1 inch tall...
It will follow a command
with the gentle guide of my hand...
It does what it's told
pretty good for only 1 day old...
It has no whiskers nor a tail
but it sits close while I check my mail...
And though its owner needs a tutor
this new mouse is plugged into her new computer!


Details | I do not know? | |

Display Purposes Only

Not long ago,I went with a couple of married
  friends of both,so human genders,
To another man's house,peopled full,both
  persuasions together,real sentence-enders.
When we arrived,my friends were greeted with,
  what I would term, mixed cheers,jeering applause;
But,the manner I was welcomed within
  had me searching faces for an escape clause.
Our host spoke,very careful ways,laughingly
  set me 'mongst company of women there;
Though,intelligence is undoubted,he did not
  see,I'm a snake,curled in circle's square.
While he was busy wasting everyone's 
  attention with tales,giggling,"do her,do her.",
I was happy to bide my time in absolute
  silence, measured to avoid a stir.
With his great wit,he kept conversation
  fixated on fictional preferances;
Amusing all with abilities to question 
  sexuality,veiled references;
This truly self-made man must be admired
  for his insistance,inheriting his lot,
Be amazed at such an individual male,
  ev'ry frustration met's eas'ly bought.
He's more than happy enough to spend his
  life observing life through his office window;
But,he'd best ignore my features,for I'm
  smirking,my manhood is not for him to show.
The overwhelming pleasure I tend to take
  in women is like an old,well-worn coat;
While his lot seems an ever-worsening worry,
  he had better buy a bigger boat.
     I'm happy to contemplate self-knowledge,
       while writing's a growing content,though lonely;
     But,his own is to wonder if identity is for
       display purposes,only.

  





Details | Light Poetry | |

Santas Christmas Wish

Dear Santa,

Remember that wish, to spend time with Dragon, you wanted to come true.
Well, we’ve found a way to make that wish, for you, to really, come true.
Now, don’t expect anything to go in a very usual and in a controllable way.
With Dragon, things just don’t ever; seem to turn out simple, in any way.

Well it all started, as Dragon got worried about terrorists, problems, and all.
Yeah, I know they’re no trouble for you… No… They aren’t… Not at all.
But Dragon’s so young, and a touch worried, and as we’ve all come, to know.
He wants, to fly with you, in your magic slipstream, to protect you, you know.

But Dragon can’t fly very far or very straight yet, being only 2 years old, you bet.
And we don’t want him bothering you, or knocking you out of the sky, you bet.
We talked to McRaccoon, in his Las Vegas Dragon show; he too, wants to go.
And you see, his whole bunch of Dragons, want to fly, thru the air, with you, so...

They’ll fly in a V formation; it’ll make a great, thing to see, so you must, let it be!
Our Dragon will ride upon the leader, and others will carry others, please, let it be!
Make-a-Wish children all want to go, wrapped up snuggly with their papa’s so...
McRaccoon will document it with pictures, for every one’s wall, and you did wish…

Yes, for a Dragon meet and greet to start things off, and your elves can help, also!
The Trolls will be there, to help with crowd control, and to get an autograph, also.
To remember us all… Dragon got a St. Christopher medal blessed by the Pope.
The Pope will give it to you, as he blesses your trip, which brings peace and hope.

Oh, and he’ll give you a very ancient, beautiful cross, for the years you’ve served.
Yes, while teaching us how to give, celebrate, and serve… engulfed in God’s love.
I’ll give you a toy Dragon to hang on your beautifully, amazing Christmas tree. 
The elves say your manger set there…is truly a sight of wonder, to be seen.

What! You agree! Dragon and all will be so touched, so, until then Merry Christmas! 
And to All a Good Night, and Thank you… Dear Santa Claus!


Details | I do not know? | |

Erin Moran and Stephanie Weir kicked my ###

(This is a fictional poem)

Last week I felt great fear.
I met Erin Moran and Stephanie Weir.
Erin starred in Happy Days and Stephanie starred in Mad TV.
They joined forces and beat the hell out of me.
They whooped me because I accidentally called them Stephanie Weird and Erin 
Moron.
When they got through beating me, most of my teeth were gone.
That ticked me off so I slapped them and told them that they are witches who 
should be flying on brooms.
They attacked me again and sent me to the emergency room.
I'll never again be able to watch Happy Days or Mad TV.
If you ever meet Moran or Weir, watch what you say to them or you'll go to the 
hospital like me.


Details | Verse | |

My Dog

With the stride of a goofball
My dog moves not so quick;
But with his wet sloppy tongue
He’ll give you a lick.

The guy’s always alert
He sings his loud Boxer bark,
At the girl across the street
Who loves his dog lark.