i wanna know if ya’ll want to go to the mall?
not me said Paul. I am fixing this old horse stall.
yes, said Miss Kirkendall. I need a fashion doll.
could we please buy aunt Booboo a Christmas shawl?
weirdo Kirkendall must have been born with a caul.
because I had been thinking precisely this in the hall.
we had better hurry I said, it looks like a squall.
a Kansas storm that was coming up wide and tall.
junior jumped off of the south wall.
ran for the car as he picked up his ball.
we’d best get on the road, it’s time to haul
do I have time to make a fast call?
the ford took off with gumption and gall.
when Bessie is in a hurry, she does not crawl.
i headed straight away to the giant mall.
we had a fine time, each one of us, all!
Categories:
booboo, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Monorhyme
Stingy Jack knew he had made a booboo during his living
When he tricked the crazy devil, who was not forgiving
He did not make it into heaven due to his stingy way.
So tried to go to the underworld, where the devil doth play.
The devil laughed and said go roam the earth.
Have fun Stingy Jack. He said this with mirth.
The earthlings were scared, so they carved faces.
Known as Jack-o-lanterns in pumpkin places.
They put lights inside to glow in the dark.
Figured if he was around, he would recognize their mark.
They decorated their houses in oranges and black.
A tribute that Jack knew as do not come back
Black represented the veil between heaven and hwell,
Orange he recognized as this is not the place to dwell.
So poor Stingy Jack was treated forever with pure ugly mean.
Which makes the Jack-o-Lanterns grin each Halloween.
Categories:
booboo, halloween,
Form: Rhyme
Then Wele Khakaba turned and spoke thus
True beauty is everlasting; temporary beauty is dust and is for a time
Thy judgment of beauty is an error
For thy yardsticks are looks, appearances, effects and proportions
Thy verdict of beauty is a mistake and booboo
For thy scale is shapeliness, loveliness of build and belle tournure
Thy conclusion is warped and misrepresented
For thy measure is physical charm, curvaceousness and sexiness
It is earthly delicateness, cuteness and earnestly cunningness
All earthly beauty is human makeups and cosmetics,
They are lip rouge, nail polish, greasepaint, clown white and mascara
True beauty is eternal
True beauty is what Wele Khakaba creates
I create for glory and for beauty that transcends
I do garnish the creation with preciousness
I create and do crown it with royalty
To show the peoples and the princes the essence of beauty
All my creations are fair to look on
Murumwa, one thing thou should have asked of me
That will thou seek after
That ye may dwell in the house of perfect elegance and delight
All the days of thy life
To behold the beauty of the Creator of creators
And to inquire in his sanctuary
Categories:
booboo, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
Little Girls Talk With Jesus
A little girl
had gone to bed.
She began to,
cry then she said,
"Jesus, why did you
take mama away?
I miss her so bad
each and every day."
"She's not here,
to comb my hair,
to sing to me
when I am scared."
"She's not here
to wipe away my tears,
can't kiss my booboo,
when I get hurt here."
Jesus said, "Child, Mama
was so very sick,
her meds for cancer
wouldn't do the trick."
"I made sure an angel
carried her up above,
wanted Me to tell you
she sends you her love."
"To let Me be the one
to mend your heart,
to stop your tears,
before they start."
"I'll keep you safe
from all harm,
even under the
moon and stars."
"Jesus will walk beside
you, each step of the way,
to let you know, she will
be able to see you some day."
"Jesus, please tell
her I love her, too,
with her gone, it's
broke my heart in two."
She finally had
fallen asleep.
until her alarm
did go beep.
Categories:
booboo, angel, cancer, child, jesus,
Form: Rhyme
Warm
My heart swells with joy
She erases everything bad from my mind
With just one word
Just one hug
Just one smile
I love her like I would love my own daughter
She has so much fun
Driving Aunt Yaya crazy
But I wouldnt change a thing
My Booboo
Categories:
booboo, love,
Form: Free verse
i lay in my bed often wondering
when he does come how will he be
will he be mean or nice
will he be empty or love me passionately
will he put up with my faults
will he laugh at my cute unique ways
or will he dislike my unique ways
will he cherish me all of our days
will he hold me in his arms
or will he not be affectionate
will he listen to my voice
and will he treat me delicate
will he make up a cute name for me
like pooky,booboo,or angel of mine
will he be there to always protect me
i often wonder in my bed as i pass the time
Categories:
booboo, love, me, me, ,
Form: Free verse
Gerber CHO-CHO!
Ga-ga goo-goo!
Clean my booboo,
Lovely chocolate, all over my face.
Eating chocolate with my face.
I want chocolate in my bottle please.
I want you to look at my chocolate colored teeth
Dark chocolate out of place.
I eat chocolate with my face.
I want to eat chocolate instead of food.
Chocolate chocolate is very good.
I’ll eat all the chocolate found in a candy bar.
I want to swim in a chocolate filled jar.
I wish to eat chocolate all day long.
Eating chocolate along with my favorite twinkle twinkle song.
I want to relive my baby Gerber photo.
The one titled baby Gerber Loco.
Were in my face I bare a color dodo smile.
A photo regarding my cute chocolate style.
Gerber Contest
1-20-13
Categories:
booboo, baby, baby, baby, chocolate,
Form: Couplet
I know who I am
I might not look like you or Pam,
but understand I am a woman
I have my own unique style and flow
I have my own shine, and my grandmother's glow
In the end, your comments wont show
not on my exterior, not on my interior
but on the flo'
I think you mad because I got Micheal's walk
Oh so bad
and it's oh so sad
how when you get an idea it sound as if it was stolen from my notepad,
and how when I walk in the room you and others laugh so loud because you want me to feel like your totebag
honestly though, I'm feeling like the numbers on this coach tag
So booboo, do you.
-BRy
Categories:
booboo, uplifting,
Form: Rhyme
I come over home schoolers house
He looks me up and down
am no looker
But the boy's looking
"So am suppose to help you out or somein?"
I nod without a word
He grins like satan
And im burning up in hell
"So hows it like being home schooled?"
He looks at me,use to the question and knowing the answer by heart
"Ive got free food"
And i laugh,he throws butterflies in my stomach
He sits me down
and he bends down for my bag
And looks up
I seductively say:Are you high?
He nodds
And i gap
He replies:High in 7th heaven
And takes my hand
The next thing i know im trying to get on his lap
But that chairs in the way
He flicks the chair
And he carries me easily onto the couch
But before i could get his lips
He collides onto the ground
his mom staring at us wildly
No more crazy fun for us
He looks at me with a frown
"Sometimes,i wish my mom would leave off school grounds"
***Humour and lips are a great combo=) ***
For a missing friend Booboo who knows awwe to well
Categories:
booboo, funnymom, me, home, home,
Form: Prose Poetry
Breaking Booboo
Its Your Game
But Baby
Its A Shame
Because Now I'm Broken
And I Cant Breath
Suffocating
I Have To Leave
On The Floor
I Clutch My Chest
Trying To Retreive Stolen Breath
My Heart Is Thumping Fast And Slow
A New Tempo I Dont Think I Know
Tears Are Pouring Every Day
Because This Happened To Be Your Way
Breaking Booboo
Its Your Game
But Baby
This Is Such A Shame
Categories:
booboo, baby, baby,
Form: I do not know?
I guess my childhood nickname holds true
I will forever be booboo
Always when younger
Hurting my knee
Always when younger
Being hurt by me
Now that im older this name holds strong
As my tears flow into my every song
Hurt knees are no longer the cause
But hurt hearts feel worse
Than childhood falls
Categories:
booboo, childhood, childhood,
Form: I do not know?
Recovering Adict: By Jessica Trotter
A.K.A BooBoo A.K.A The Lost Poet
I am
a teenager
who sometimes gets into trouble
a girl
who likes others
a red head
who has a temper
a bi-sexual
who is proud
an outcast
who use to be teased
a christian
who use to have no faith
a wiccan
who worships the earth
an 'inside-out Oreo'
who has country roots
a thrasher
who's at home in the mosh pit
a run away
who never ran far
a liar sometimes
so that i wouldn't starve
a drinker
only every now and then
a smoker
who finds it relieves stress
a patient
in my own mind
a stranger
in this home of mine
a hurter
who found much pain inside herself
a pill popper
who stopped before she checked out
a cutter
who has a hard time
a nightmare
if you catch me a the wrong time
a lover
who sometimes fights
a tree huger
who stands up for her rights
an activist
who argues a lot
a person
who use to smoke pot
a recovering addict
to all that i use to do
and i liar
when i say my home isn't broken to you
Categories:
booboo, lifehome, home,
Form: I do not know?