Life Should Be Like Disneyland
Life should be like Disneyland,
Everyday a little bit of Never Never Land,
Dreams fill your heart,
They give us a new start,
A delightful way to fill the day,
Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse,
Spread happiness your way,
And my way,
They lift you out of the doldrums,
Of everyday life,
All the pain and strife,
But then we get swept away
Into something dreamy,
Cinderella, finds her Prince,
Her slipper is the imprint,
She and the Prince,
Will live happily ever after,
The Prince and Cinderella truly matter,
Life for Pinocchio was a bit trying,
He often did a lot of crying,
But Jimminy Cricket
Showed him the way,
And Pinocchio found happiness
In every day,
So, life in Disneyland
It is so grand,
Life should be a Never, Never Land.
Celine Rose Mariotti
Categories:
jimminy, dream, fantasy, happiness, life,
Form: Prose Poetry
Jimmy Cracked Corn, and I simply don’t care,
Jimminy Cricket, Pinnochio’s pair,
Jee Wilikers, said to world of blank air.
Jee Josephats, yelled on a sister’s dare,
Jeeze, jumping Jacks, why cousin, are you bare?
Jolly Joe Ice Cream, true story, I swear!
Jimmy Cracked Corn, oh, yellow and so fair,
Jimminy Cricket, please get out of my hair!
Jee Wilikers, name of Ed Cooley’s mare.
Jeeze, jumping jacks, Sue, I thought we were square.
Jolly Joe, honey, hot bread, we do tear.
J’s of my youth, lie in my memory’s lair.
Bring them out to play, only when I dare.
Categories:
jimminy, nonsense, nostalgia,
Form: Monorhyme
Thelma to my Louise
Partner in crime;
Your smile...
Drags me from darkness to light.
Muse to my demons,
Always playing a perfect tune;
Laugh upon the wind,
Inspiring me to new heights.
Mechanic to my soul,
Break by break; beer by beer,
We patch, paint, and buff
The scars from our hearts.
Playing Jimminy Cricket
Angel and demon upon decisions;
Anchor upon rough seas...
molding and supporting one another.
Transcending friend to family;
Built in body guard,
Protecting my virtue...
A sister you never knew you wanted.
Shelter from rain;
Shoulder to cry upon,
Best friend unto brother...
I'd be lost without your beacon.
Categories:
jimminy, best friend, brother, family,
Form: Free verse
It’s a sad situation, the state of this nation
of murderers, molesters, and thieves
I can’t help but wonder as we continue to plunder
at how we create our own grief.
We bully and batter, look out for the splatter
as we rob our own children of pride,
It’s no wonder our sons take up their guns
while we all sit back and ask why.
In this generation, of vain masturbation,
which can create its own self in a tube,
Each woman is master and can now choose to blast her
fetus right out of the womb.
Gender reversal is no longer controversial
(in fact it’s barely thought of as odd).
As men become women I find my head spinning
at man’s struggle to be his own god.
When possibilities ignited we just got so excited
about the fact that we could,
that perhaps we forgot to think whether or not,
as a civil society we should.
Somewhere in the thicket chirps our Jimminy Cricket,
hoping that someone will hear,
While we in the piety of civilized society
stand stoic with fingers in ear.
Make no mistake ‘bout the risk that we take
by not heeding ol’ Jimminy’s call.
Consider the thought that God you are not
and pride always precedes the fall.
Categories:
jimminy, angst, life, social,
Form: Rhyme