Best Disneyland Poems
Millie millipede needed some new shoes
for her summer holiday fun Disney cruise
Her old shoes were tight making Millie hop
so she went with mommy to the shoe shop
Millie hobbled through the door and began to wail
the poor shop assistant’s face turned quite pale
because Millie millipede had got forty tiny feet
so she sat Millie down on a comfortable seat
The shop assistant summoned a little elf
to fetch some shoe boxes from a high shelf
and when Millie tried some shiny red boots
she said, "These are wonderful substitutes"
The boots were leather and had a thick heel
for walking round Disneyland they’d be ideal
With so many feet Millie needed twenty pairs
so the elf assistant dashed up and down stairs
Mom was given a discount when the bill was paid
so they stopped at a café for sweet lemonade
Millie wore her shiny boots all the way home
stopping off to show them to her pal Ted gnome.
Nursery Rhyme 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
03/12/21
Adult dreams fulfilled
Children’s faces, frozen smiles
Wishes now reality
Just because of you
Memories last forever
Disneyland my dream came true
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
09.16.2014
For Contest: Choka Me
Dr. Ram Mehta
I am bored with math.
Two plus two always equals four.
Why can't it equal an ice cream cone
Or a trip to the candy store?
Four plus four always equals eight-
Never a video game,
Or a Disneyland vacation.
No, the answer's e'er the same!
One times one always equals one.
Where's the fun in that?
I'd love to see the answer be
A brand new baseball bat!
by Cherie Durbin
Sing to the tune of Jingle Bell Rock:
Summertime, summertime, summer time rocks.
Summertime comes and kids yell hurrah.
Bikin’ and swimmin’ at some park’s big pool;
in the summertime, no more school!
Summertime, summertime, summertime rocks.
Summertime’s fun when school is all done.
Playin’ and stayin’ in summer time’s mood,
good times are pursued!
Barbecue time is a great time
with family outdoors.
Barbecue time is the best time
to roast hot dogs and to have s’mores!
Oh what fun – here it comes – Fourth of July -
summer time’s big event.
Picnics, parades, and then watchin’ the sky
for the fireworks’ ascent.
Summertime, summertime, summertime rocks.
Summertime comes and kids yell hurrah.
Bikin’ and swimmin’ at some park’s big pool;
in the summertime, no more school!
Summertime, summertime, summertime rocks.
Summertime’s fun when school is all done.
Playin’ and stayin’ in summer time’s mood,
good times are pursued!
Disneyland or the beach – fun times for all.
Hosing down, lose those socks!
Baseball and snow cones and havin’ a ball.
That’s 'cause summertime,
that’s 'cause summertime,
that’s 'cause summertime rocks!
Absense makes the heart grow fonder
Did you miss me? A question for you to ponder
Even if you said you did not you are a liar
The bad ones back and its you that I am after
Before you jump through some hoops to look better
Paint your nose red to end all illusions of laughter
Drive in your little car that shoots water from the bumber
And crash in the fire pit created by me the helter skelter
Did you miss the way I used to play with your mind
Ask you pointless questions in ever setting rhyme
Makes you wonder how can I be so good at telling lies
What rhymes with stupid? Look in the mirror see your demise
As you get tattoos of pointless things on your body
Waisting the talent of art you scream for a lobby
Except noone can hear you cry as the ink bleeds
Into your skin you are marked like a farmer does to his pig
Branded from life is this what you meant to do
Pointless ink cant hide what its covering in you
Just as the numbers on the arms of all those harmless Jews
Marked to die your day will come as you kneel on the pue
Die for him for he died for us they said
Bunch of bullsht he committed suicide for what? the dead?
Gimme a break take the good book back to Disneyland
Tell Mickey Mouse to keep it locked up with the Pirates of Carribean
For he is much more a God to me
I can see his lies and deciet unlike the hero of creed
Glad you know whos boss in this underworld
Better get a clue before you brand yourself again in swirl
Goofy-
Go figure.
Wondering,
Numerous trips to Disneyland in childhood?
Now part of me,
Shake him off?
Gave up long ago.
My face is lifted in warped muse,
Monty Python,
Where did that all come from?
Blame it on the Tucson breeze of carrying silly sand spells,
Only to be caught right between my mind's eyes.
Like the Los Angeles traffic is not enough writing over the edge.
Loving laughing-
What Heaven will do to bring smiling moments through friends.
Than out of the clear blue sky of nowhere,
Little child mentor,
Never heard nor read,
Joan from France,
Beauty of heroism.
Who am I to be blessed in your taunting loveliness?
Walking the voyage from the dark corridor of history,
Never picked up one of your books,
No desire of reading.
Seen in movies,
Close as I came.
Tell me Shakespeare,
How do you manage,
With him,
Goofy?
How big is my floppy disk brain anyway?
Who's next?
You walked in my life,
Poetry Her-
Beautiful-
You carried the key,
Pen to write to release,
All I am in life,
And what is seen by the eyes.
Knowing,
It could be worst,
One channel of Reality Thinking,
Caught up in this world in my head,
Now I am awake!
Thank God,
I am blessed!
As I laugh,
I dare not asks what makes you tick in the poetry writing-
Here on the Soup Web,
I have a head-full already.
P.S. Having fun and letting it all grow wings and fly-
Mystery, what makes a person up to live life to the fullness?
FUN
Pleasure
Amusement
Beach days and dancing
Disneyland and cruises
Happy meals; friends at your side
“Laughter often comes with the ride.”
Sept. 14, 2020 for Joseph May's Pyramid Poetry Contest
Mickey Mouse,
has his own clubhouse.
He's a real celebrity,
you can see him at Disneyland or on TV.
6/16/15
bring back the old days
of laughter and smiles
of gatherings and families
of love and joy
bring back the old days
of happy meal toys
of pokemon cards
and toys r us joys
bring back the old days
of disneyland trips
of fairytale cartoons
and believing never ends
bring back the old days
of going back to seventh grade
of falling in love
and never knowing it's consequences
bring back the old days
of my fun filled childhood
of my reckless attitute
of me growing up
bring back the old days
but they can't be brought back
my grandma once said anything beautiful that once was gone, never comes back
bring back the old days
but now i learned
what once was beautiful and left will never come back
so i bid the old days goodbye
never knowing what the future is hiding from me
Pandemonium threatens the land . . .
we woke up and it's not Disneyland.
Congress can't make a plan,
they're just kicking the can
Down the road; we are all on quicksand.
Copyright, November 16, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
AMBER DAWNS APPEAL
A wish, a dream, from birth til death,
"Mummy I'm going to Disneyland to see Mickey Mouse”.
Beautiful words from a soul so small,
Everyday from dawn til dust her words stood tall.
Riddled with pain day in and day out,
Dammed Cystic Fibrosis from gene's it did sprout.
New Zealand your money you gave with love,
A soul you took and held, lent from above.
The Lions club helped to start your appeal,
And finally your dream was for real.
And your dream and your wish it finally came true,
When at four and a half off to America we flew.
Pain to pleasure was over your face,
To Mickey you ran winning your race.
Ending your wish and dream touching his hand,
A smile on your face as Mickey swung you from land.
As he knelt down with one knee on the ground,
You could hear a pin drop as the crowd stood around.
You swung your arms around him and squeezed his neck tight,
Then you looked at him with a smile and eyes big and bright.
“Oh my Mickey Mouse I can die now”, was all you said,
One month later you passed away on Mickey’s home made bed.
I always knew you didn’t belong,
I always knew you didn’t have long.
You were special and God knew that,
With his hands he sat you in my lap.
At four and a half he took you home,
Every day I thank him for my earthy loan.
“Cambodia is
Cambodia but not really
Cambodia.”
That’s what some say
As the years roll on
Forty years or so since Pol Pot and his pals posted
‘Year 0”,
Sent the whole thing to the wash,
And it came out
Red.
So now I recline on
Sun built beaches
Night into Day
Sandwiched between gaggles of
I-pod armed youth
Just escaped from a
Lifelong sentence,
At least for a summer,
Dazzling at spectacle like
Fire girls twirling Prometheus though
Black holes in moonlit nights
Starless
Sipping
50 cent beer
While the unmistakable drift of
Marijuana
And Xanadu
Sifts my senses into
Now.
While on the hill
There lies a Frenchman,
Freshly stabbed,
Epee-like
By a speed crazed barmaid
On a pockmarked lane where
Money meets desire
In the still born heat
Of an Asian night
Falling.
.
Which makes me reconnoiter
Deadwood and Dodge
Earp and James
When law went desperate
Beneath a hangman’s noose
And the certain pall
Of afternoon death lay
Reeling
In the century or so since
The requiem.
But can this be their
Cote d’Azur as
Newly dubbed Khmer warriors like
Sable Palms
Surge skywards beside the
Sensual rhythm of
Casuarina trees
Purging the past to conjure
Bygone glory a
Millennium or so ago
At a place just up the road named
Angkor Wat
Soon to be renamed
Disneyland Cambodia?
Jeff Troyer (2009)
(a true story)
“Don’t make me go to Disneyland,” I cried
Fourteen years old with all the angst that brings
They made me go and something in me died
Depressed by all the fake and plastic things
The second time my parents made me go
Was in my twenties, Paris, lucky me
I sulked; I’m an aesthetic snob, you know
Too selfish to enjoy my children’s glee
The third time was the worst, the fuss I made
At thirty odd, made odder still by drink
I tried to run, got caught in a parade
The final Mickey piss take; now I think
I want to go to Dismaland! Bad luck
For can I get a ticket? Can I f**k!
by Gail
Vo Amour Adelle (Parents love Grandma)
Mother, teacher, sister, reserved
Daughter of Virgencita and Oscar (their initials are in my name)
Lover of Arvin, books, and adventure
Who feels happy, love, and pain
Who fears blood, snake, and bitterness
Who would like to see snow, safari, and Disneyland
Resident of Benoni, Mahinog, Camiguin
Lao
"Goosh, is that who I see",
"Winnie the Pooh, It's Mickey Mouse, do you remember me?"
"Where are you going Winnie? I am on my way to Disneyland",
"Where I shall meet all of my friends".
"Me too Mickey , I shall see you there near the honey tree",
"Where me and all of my friends will be".
Time goes on, Mickey Mouse and Pooh Bear and all of thier friends meet near the honey tree,
They all were filled with glee.
Mickey, "I want you to meet my friends Christopher Robin, Piglet and Eeyore",
..."then there's Roo, Rabbit, Tigger, Owl and Kango, oh boy"...
"Aw gee, the same for me, meet my friends Donald Duck, Daisy Duck, Goofy and Pluto and Minnie Mouse",
"We would love for you to come to our clubhouse".
The clubhouse filled with friends and friends anew,
...so many they did not know what to do...
They decided they would have a tea party with lemon, honey and cheese,
It's two o'clock the air filled with laughter and voices saying "pass me the cheese please".
When the party was over it was time to clean the clubhouse up, so everyone had a task,
Things were done when one hour passed.
Then it was time to say good bye, Mickey yelled "I will see you soon" to Winnie and his friends,
Winnie's reply was, "just let me know when".
Off to the Hundred Acre Wood where they all lived, Christopher Robin led the way,
While the others followed, it seemed that they all enjoyed their stay.
[contest entry ] Jackie Thomas 1/5/2013