If you put
bright red lipstick
around a nostril,
hummingbirds
will poke their beaks
up your nose.
Categories:
nostril, bird, flower, fun, garden,
Form: Free verse
we sit as a family in a restaurant
my son turns to me and says,
"we are chess pieces now
you're the king, mum is the queen."
he tells me my two-year-old daughter
in the high chair is the bishop
and she has to walk home diagonally
which means it'll take some time for me
to reach the restaurant door
but mum will race home weaving
in and out of other pedestrians
my son tells me not to touch him
if i touch him, i have to move him
i touch him
Categories:
nostril, humor, humorous,
Form: Free verse
To the venue we unfortunately got close
And the stench pounced on my nose,
Forcing in a harming dose
And inconveniencing six other nostrils
That lived for only salubrious thrills:
The fattest challenge Rude stench throws
To our finicky population plus those
Who readily glimpse the woes
In the dreadfully non- fragrant
And about them could rant...
But soon questions I began to pose
About corpse their owners ceaselessly froze,
Envisioning all the unacceptable throes
And wondering if their sleeping spirits rose
'Would they ever forgive their hesitating shovels and hoes?'
Categories:
nostril, betrayal, death, horror, humanity,
Form: Rhyme
A mongoose lives in my upper nostril, with her man.
They make as much noise up there as they possibly can.
Honking and laughing themselves into a frenzy daily.
Making so much noise, Linda Sue and her man named Bailey.
They would be my most annoying parasites except,
There is a mini-kangaroo hopping around in my bicep.
She is always jumping and thumping, keeping me off key.
Making me irritated, and a tiny bit angry.
Then there are the baboons in my stomach, Mack, Moe and Mim.
They are non-stop wrestlers, so here I am wide awake at three a.m.
Typing a poem when I would much rather be sleeping.
Oh, good grief! Now the pig in my retina is doing some leaping.
It must be nice to be normal and not be aware of these parasites.
I will bet you just go to bed soundly after you turn out the light.
Not me, no way, not at all. I am sorry, but for me there is a little uh-oh.
To me, I can barely go to sleep, for there is always a show.
Categories:
nostril, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Light Verse