Sitting inside a local coffee shop,
Just a brown-haired girl with glasses and a book.
Sitting alone, hands wrapped around an ivory-colored mug filled to the top with piping hot coffee. Her brown eyes watched the wisps of steam rolling off her coffee, slowly disappearing into nothingness.
The coffee shop was her getaway.
That comforting scent of fresh coffee beans with a hint of vanilla.
The music melting into your soul, indie music engulfed the room.
Closing her eyes, taking in the soothing moment to keep under lock and key in her memories.
With each sip of coffee, this moment was engraved into her memory for life.
LIFE IN ACORNISTAN
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There once was a brown-haired squirrel named Stan,
the charismatic, electrifying mayor of Acornistan.
His fur held a most strange zap
“We’ve got to do something ASAP!”
His advisor suggested, “Call in the g-man.”
They summoned a blind man from Bhutan
‘You’re fur’s gotta go,’ he said, his face deadpan.
‘But like Samson, I’ll lose my power
To this static I shall never cower!
You’ve got to have another gameplan.”
‘Maybe some crème rinse or a bit of Dippity-Do*
will eliminate the static from your furry ‘do.’
‘Dippity Do,’ Stan exclaimed. “Just who are you?
Go back to Bhutan, you silly man. Shoo! Shoo!’
‘Stan decreed. ‘No static in Acornistan. Static adieu, adieu!’
With my lamp my left
And my brown haired dog my right
Something dark lurks in the woods
Who is there I call out?
We dashed out, smeared with blood a babe.
Caught beneath the mistletoe while passing by was Debbie Jo;
the brown haired beauty of my dreams and subject of my midnight schemes.
She smiled at me then kissed my lips and sparks flew to my fingertips;
my head felt light, my knees grew weak, the room seemed bright, I could not speak.
It seemed as though all time stood still while lost in such a primal thrill;
a moment of eternal bliss all caused by Debbie Jo’s hot kiss.
December 20, 2019
After school on a winter day
The air short of cold, but crisp
He remembered her angelic voice
With a slight and cute little lisp
Distracted, while peddling his bike
Leaving most thoughts of school behind
There she was, that brown haired girl
That was so much on his mind
He stopped and asked what she said
She said, "I thed, won't you thstop!"
He asked if she would like to ride
And up on his bike she did hop!
When she said, "You're passionate!"
He could have floated through the air
Then she said, "You're passion my house,"
"It wathe that white one back there!"
Where lilacs bloomed, I spied a brown-haired child.
She, riveted by what was in her book,
did not see me! She wore a wistful look.
I guessed her to be somewhat shy and mild.
The girl at last looked up and showed surprise
to see me standing there to study her.
What happened after that is now a blur,
but I recall she had my same light eyes.
Where lilacs bloomed, I’d sat against that tree
while reading. Was I then inside a dream?
A woman startled me. Why does it seem
the woman who appeared that day was me?
Sept. 15, 2018
for Dear Heart's Enclosed Rhyme - September, 2018 Poetry Contest
I’ve looked at all the faces
gathered in this milling crowd,
They’re staring at the music
that is growing ever loud.
There’s only one amongst them
whose head is slightly bowed,
He stands near the brown-haired girl
wearing an old faded shroud.
A young boy reaches outward,
he’s been left to wonder why
Those pure white doves of freedom
can no longer reach the sky.
Listens to the minstrel’s words
as they slowly drift on by,
And watches a young mother
try to quell her newborn’s cry.
Footprints of the forefathers
are long gone from golden sand,
Washed away by rolling tides
that erode this sacred land.
The last of eagle feathers
have dropped from an ageing hand,
Though many wise men gathered
there’s so few that understand.
The spirits that still travel
know nothing of distant time,
The snow-capped mountains of youth
lie in mem’ries far behind.
They’re dancing to the drumbeats
and the rhythms of the mime,
Reborn through the images
of warriors in their prime.
It's not easy being me
The little scared
Brown eyed girl
Of which I am
I cry in a silent way
I'm funny in my own say
I'll love you till I die
Even if you make me cry
Even if she's
Trapped in me
I'll always hear
Her silent screams
It's not easy being me
The silly little
Brown haired girl
Of which I am
Even if nature
Takes her away
I'll always be
The scared little girl
It's not easy being me
For though I am the
Silly, little scared brown
Eyed and brown haired girl
no im not that girl
im not like the rest of the world
i have brown hair, not blonde
can't erase my big bum with a magic wand
i wish i could,believe YOU me
anything but this is what i wanna be
now is this a way for a person to feel?
like you'd do anything even skip 4 days of meals
i wish i could make it so no girl in the world
would never have to feel like she is just a girl
i wish we could all love ourselves
im not perfect
beauty is in the eye of the beholder they say
and i believe thats truth
it doesnt matter anyway
i should be happy with my youth
when did someone decide that in order to be beautiful,we must all be the same?
we must be thinner,thinner,thinner
we must be winners,winners,winners
my chests not that small,my bums a little big
and im brown haired not blonde i dont happen to think that makes me a pig
you wanna talk about a pathetic existence??
some blonde hair dye and a finger down your throat
that's all she wrote
I wish I could capture
This little boy
On paper;
In a picture,
A painting,
Or pencil drawing,
But I cant freeze a two-year-old
Who's constantly moving,
So I write...
His round brown-haired head
Bobbing around the room
Hiding behind a chair
Grinning from around the corner
Squirming in 'Gramma Minnie's' lap
Too excited for a picture
His bright blue eyes dancing
With mischief
Dashing away from 'Daddy'
His clear laughter
Bubbling up
When he's captured
And Daddy swings him
Into the air;
Its a perfect moment;
A little boy's adventures,
Putting a smile
On everyone's face.
I fell in love with a dark haired boy,
Who gazed into my heart.
He whispered, "If you'll marry me,
Our love will never part!"
Then I fell in love with a blonde boy,
Thought love was here to stay!
But he said the same old thing to me,
And I slipped away that day!
Then came a brown haired boy
And I just lost my head,
Til he told me the exact words,
The other two boys had said!
I knew that love had closed the door,
Somehow, I didn't care.
I closed my eyes and opened them,
And a red head boy stood there!
He caught my arm and held me close,
Then whispered in my ear,
"Marry me. It may not last,
But what the heck my dear?
Now we have three children,
I'm happy now I know,
As happy as on my wedding day,
Fifty years ago!
Everytime I see your face my heart smiles
My curly brown haired
It's like it's been forever
My eyes feeding on your picture imprinted in my mind
It's taken forever to leave
Your castle embedded in my soul
Your smile hits me hard like the sun's ray at noon
Smithing the grey shadowy clouds of fearsome worry
Of a never see you again
I refuse to believe I can come to terms
The reality of you staring my eyes,binding,blinding
Can I get your shades?
My don in the academia
Running,longing,burning away in set pieces
Makes me feel your metallic core
Lounging lazily ploundering endlessly
I,left in this world with a you
A big floating ball tossed amongst us
As lows and highs mingling,switching positions
In hands of us who decides what happens
In our territorial district
I looked inside her wanting eyes
and knew that she was solely mine.
This brown haired beauty just my size
I am her guy, I am her guy
I met her at a shopping mall,
She looked just like a barbie doll.
Standing five foot six inches tall,
I gave my all, I gave my all.
Ate at a four star restaurant,
A night-cap at the coffee shop.
I kissed her then she made me stop,
she wants to talk, she wants to talk.
A couple for a while now.
She made me shave my uni-brow.
My afro too, it made me frown
my head bowed down, my head bowed down..
Jared Pickett
12/27/2006
Asavvy1
I sit on a cold park bench
The sun is shining
The air is warm
My loneliness chills me to the bone
Thoughts wandering
Wondering what my life is for
I thought I knew
The one day I met her I was sure
It was meant for a brown-haired angel
The one to whom I offered my heart
Who sent it back without a thought
She doesn’t know what she has done
How far into the darkness she has driven me
Maybe she will learn from my words
And when I am gone
She will shed but a singe tear
If she even remembers me
Brown haired short, in the farmers green and gold.
We are trotting heading towards a gallop.
Suddenly thrown to the softened earth
light gleaming off her chestnut coat.
Shadows splayed on the walls.
I am
excited and scared
excited and scared
Scared shouts, nose snorting
slowly the sounds of receding hooves.
I stare for a moment and wonder,
What had spooked her?
mean old mare
mean old mare
Giddiness over comes me,
and very slowly I begin to giggle.
Fear coils in my belly at what could have been,
but excitement and releif place tiredness into my system.
And I succumb to the deep slumber.
I was
excited and scared
excited and scared
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