We bought a doorstop today,
For our great-grandson Noah
It was in the shape of a Giraffe
One like I've never seen before.
This doorstop had an attitude,
He had a cheeky grin,
His eyes were bright as buttons
They sucked us in.
I picked up the cute giraffe,
He looked adorable
We began to laugh,
Its presence was ignorable.
We both smiled broadly,
I was still cuddling the giraffe,
It became infectious,
Other shoppers smiled as they passed.
You're in your second childhood,
Said my husband tenderly,
I never left my first one
It's a place I choose to be.
It is a happy place
Without responsibility,
A place we can play all day,
Together you and me.
As I sit here writing,
This useless little rhyme,
That perky little giraffe,
Has been with me all the time.
It seems ridiculous
To think of this stuffed little thing.
Can raise a person's spirits,
And for a while, make sad hearts sing!
I Found My Head
In a Thrift Store, I found my passion,
A life-size carving of a wooden head;
I thought it would be a piece of conversation,
Unfinished though it was, I want it, I said.
The head is under a schefflera and speaks
It says "finish me please so I can know who I am,
Funny, though, guests give him a wide berth,
"I'm a great deal for $10.00 as a doorstop jam."
I wouldn't sell or give my head away,
For some aspiring artist with a chisel played,
And would be so pleased that the old thing sold,
It's my head to keep and have and hold.
Book is the only stop
Where all halt from top
For knowledge or whop
Of all sort and thoughts slop.
Though it clear drains prop
For teacher or for carhop.
They are vaguely clear lop
Whenever read makes plop
Of cognition to take you atop.
This is for money a great swop.
These are sooth in great strop
For those who keep them at doorstop.
What a pleasure they are as sop.
I loved to have ignorance to mop.
Orange October
The words orange and October
surely a unity made in heaven
Giant pumpkin faces that light
the way up darkly garden paths.
Orange ghoulish faces, grin like
cut throat pirates, looking for
new victims. Candles flicker in
their eyes like woken evil spirits
Halloween approaches , battered orange
leaves that change like chameleons
wait for their final flight.
Destination earth .
Hot orange coloured broths , steam
filled kitchens and chunky doorstop
bread yanked angrily by hungry mouths
Awakened furnaces and coal fires
attack and spit at cold spirits
that threaten darkened studies
the month of trick or treats
a sudden nasty slap of frost
filled air leaves reddened cheeks
embarrassed .
Sunday night gentle drama watching
heartbeat springs to mind. Orange
October sounds like a soothing
chocolate bar, cosy pub bars
where locals gather and talk turns
to "it's getting parky out there "
My skin prickles, hair on my arm
flag-raised.
Quite peculiar, actually, someone
or something, is watching me.
I recalculate my senses, dusting off
pre-conceived notions of paranoia.
Across the room, a dull thud garners
my attention. Searching, I discover a
doorstop has simply tipped over, quite
impossible, I conjecture!
I pick it up and feel a distinct burning!
it's hot to the touch!
Dropping the fiery doorstop, I hear an
otherwordly chuckle emanate from
somewhere above me, reloading my
sense of apprehension.
Not to be ill-prepared, I crouch in a
defensive position, peering this way and
that, ready to defend who knows what.
I turn to evacuate the premises,
and come face to face with a grinning
disembodied head!
Punching my way through the
phosphorous face,
I escape!
Wakening
From
My
Dream
02/15/14
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Leaving quickly I rushed by
Opening my error in this case
Standing on my doorstop at home
Taken aback my gloves are lost
Going too fast I went past them
Leaving them behind somewhere
Originating a fear that they’re gone
Very calmly I went back to look
Eventually I gave up, knowing they’re gone
Somebody will be happy to find them
Entrant into Black Eyed Susan's " Acrostic contest - theme LOST (please read directions)"
8/1/2012
Nobody Likes Fruitcake
By Elton Camp
Who would want a fruitcake as a gift
It would be far better to receive a fifth
Nobody is going to be at all thrilled
To get something with calories filled
Especially since it is hard and dry
To cut or bite it, you needn’t try
As a doorstop, a fruitcake is okay
So don’t too quickly throw it away
Or you can hit an intruder in the head
So maybe keep it alongside your bed
To the younger generation
of the world today
Try not to let drinking,
or drugs get in your way
It may be kinda cool,
to hang with the in crowd
Hitting all the hot scenes,
that crank their music loud
Getting your friends all together,
to form a little group
Then meandering around the town,
like your some kind of little troop
Your choices of today
will affect your days of tommoro
Eventually leaving you looking,
for lost time to borrow
As you age there is alot of,
"I wish I had done this" or "I wish I hadn't done that"
Always looking for an age in life,
you wish you could have back
When you hear those few words,
"You should live for today"
It doesn't mean party all night,
then sleep away the day
Or the other wise words,
"Live each day like it's your last"
That will bring you a day of pondering,
the mistakes of your foolish past
Your head was made for knowledge,
so use it for what it's for
Not a drunken doorstop,
passed out on someones floor
To change even one life,
to me would be just fine
Giving you a life with out a few mistakes,
that I have made in mine
P.S. My head was never a doorstop
But I have seen some,
Such a waste of Life!!
When wind whips high in the night
Shrilling it's loneliness
Or the cold grey curl of the fog
Follows me through the streets
Terror is my name, as the asphalt trembles
And I land on your doorstop,
With horror at your rumpled feet
In this day's dole of happenings
I triumph over those who fear
My cloven hooves of tidings
So far from the spot where horror
Lies fused in common planetary chaos
With no one knowing the end...the time or place
Before your eyes...recognize my form
I speak with deceit mixed with truth
What is real...? Consider me depraved
The bannered headline, I go on record
For news now looms in startled silhouette
Look at this new day, look gravely in it's face
Futile those who evict a glance
To edit me, without chance to erase my lies
It looks back from a mirror eye to eye
Some equinox of destiny
That slithers back to hither...slime or shame
It has come to pass, somewhere...
Will it come here on your street?
Do you wish to escape, your name in black?
What slithers, darkly, to bedevil you...
What creeps inside your peace of mind
Seen darkly in the daily news
I stood behind the bathroom door
I may have been about three or four
I held Mom’s biscuit in one hand
I loved to play in Kitty’s sand
Grin..
I found a toy mounted on the wall
This must be Kitty’s! Then I’d call
Kitty, kitty, kitty, come look and see
But kitty was busy, ignoring me
Frown..
I pulled and pulled, until it sprang
Dooo-iiii-nnnnn-ggg, it sang
The doggie came running, I pulled again
Dooo-iiii-nnnnnn-ggggggg, Dooo-iiii-nnnnnn-ggggggg
Dooo-iiii-nnnnnn-ggggggg, Dooo-iiii-nnnnnn-ggggggg
Grin..
Sandra Stop! That infernal noise!
Get out of that bathroom!
Come play with your toys!
Leave that doorstop, leave it now!
But!..hffa,huffa,
Now don’t you pout!
Frown..
I grabbed a fist full of doggie hair
And plopped in front of the easy chair
Kitty came, but I was mad
So I hit her, then she scratched me bad!
Doggie waited, till I let go
Then stole my biscuit! Wouldn’t cha know!
I cried and cried, till Mommy came
Still at night, that thing,….it calls my name