Best Fantasyhome Poems
In darkness I dwell, feeling all the pain as well as, the need
to have some one to talk too.
My home is in a box you see, it's not much but, it's home to me,
I can't leave so, I just hang around.
Silence eats away at me. I try to talk but, I can't seem to
get what's on my mind out of my mouth.
My words. I write about, my life seem to be
of, terror & being confined.
I'm locked away inside this
place, trapped with in my mind some say.
A time will come when I'm set free, some one will
take me away some where, I don't know & I don't care.
I only hope somebodies there for me to talk to
so, I don't have to ever be alone..
Today there was no electricity
So I slept off the day
Most of the nights past had been so long
Soon it was as usual
Went into my past
It wasn’t as enticing
Still a lot of mediocrity
Met a few friends
Still as they were when I left
Soon I found myself with someone I love so much
Still as pessimistic and unhappy as she has always been
God, thanks I still have some self esteem
For the past I had was tailored to make me believe
...that there was nothing I could achieve
Soon I realised a dream
I was in a media house feeling so ecstatic
But something interrupted the TV
It appeared as though it was a coup from the 60’s
The broadcast was shut
Then on the screen I saw three earthquakes or volcanoes
Couldn’t really tell what coz the map was geographic
The three volcanoes or earthquakes were due to hit my country
One around Lake Turkana the other two down in the Coast
Somewhere in the Indian Ocean
I know not what to make of that dream
Then I was somewhere in Iowa or Ohio
Couldn’t tell where of the two it really was
In a state that had a railway station, a factory and only three residents
Wondered how they got along
Soon I was in another county in the 1880’s
Here I met a lovely family of many
They were struggling just to get by
And there was a young man just my age
You could see in his face that he was a dreamer
And for sure he dreamt big
The strong sugarless tea and crusty bread
...couldn’t work for him anymore
In his soft voice I had strong resolve
He was gonna go and build his home stark in the middle of his dreams
And before I could see the intensity in his eyes
He was gone
His former home didn’t even miss him
As I rubbed off my eyes to wake up at five
His is the first dream that came to mind
And yes, as sure as I was he would succeed
So shall I
On this lovely beauty land
Holding sand in my hand
Trying to make a lovely home
By mixing water in the sand
Consisting large airy room
No need to clean with a broom
And golden mirror with make up kit
All the things of different brand
Corners lighting with candles
Elmira of colored bangles
Clothes of feather on my bed
With all matching sandals
In the season of a spring
I wear a lovely diamond ring
And in dark rainy season
Lovely songs I will sing
I wish my home would complete soon
I am waiting by looking at the moon
Having dreams of my dream room
I wish my home complete soon
if disneyland can pump water to the top of splash mountain
why not do it in this fashion
turbines at the top
and hundreds of strategically placed water wheels
all the way down
one source of power used for the pump
created for an output
If you can create a wind tunnel with mindblowing gusts of wind
why not put 100s of windmills in the mix
and strategically milk it for what its worth
If you want your own home to be a rollercoaster ride
why not get a couple of digital picture frames
and figure out how to time them with different programs
for some interesting home entertainment experiences
which will eventually lead to some pretty high class videogames
with a dance revolution floormat to lead yourself through a strange maze
If you think glitter is pretty
wait till you figure out how to put a whirlwind in a box
and watch those colors swirl
eventually we might figure out how to use a mirror to reflect sound
and turn it into a light show
musical magic more highclass than the fireworks you know
Bobbie jo went to town
to buy a purse. Just
any purse would not do,
Bobbie jo thought her self
as someone very special.
Seems like every time
she went to town to buy
something, trouble followed
her there.
This time things would be
different, yes sir she
would return with a purse,
so grand, as only she could own.
She arrived at Bee Hive
Department store right as
they were opening their
grand doors.
She had no trouble she
spotted her prized purse
which was on sale at a price
she could afford.
Bobbie jo picked up her
purse so fine, took it
to cashier Lucy McBlame
also a charming friend.
"Good morning, Bobbie Jo,
what a fine purse you have
picked out for yourself my
dear."
She gladly paid for her
purse and left Bee Hive's
she was walking down the
street so proud, she had
got what she came for,
that was for sure.
A stranger came out of
no where and proceeded to
snatch both purse's from her
grasp.
Bobbie JO stood there in
shock, as the strange fellow
ran down the street and
out of her sight.
Poor Bobbie jo, she would
go home empty handed
and once again trouble had
followed her.
She would have to wait
until another day to buy
a purse, but not today,
so home she went.
wrote 6-5-07 Third Bobbie Jo Poem written.,
Bobbie Jo's Dress
Bobbie Jo's Shoes
Bobbie Jo's Purse, to understand her it would help to read first one.