I wish I could see
Oh the places, Dr. Seuss
where dreams have wings
where stubborn souls
fight gravity
Oh the places, Dr. Seuss
where rhyme and reason
two-step in the night
forgetting the obligations of love
I find structured chaos
exhilarating
when the rest of the world sleeps
Your characters smile
desperately
I overcompensate as well,
in my own way
The cat in a hat
is always balancing things
to negate loneliness
A fish in a bowl knows more than me
Tomorrow is always an option
“Tomorrow is another day”
Yes, Vivian Leigh, yes
I am Marathon man
Marathon man I am
Do you like
Dirt roads of sand?
I do not like them,
Marathon man
I do not like dirt roads of sand
Would you prefer them
At the start or end?
I would not like them
At the start or end
I would not like them
Anywhere, my friend
I do not like
Dirt roads of sand
I do not like them,
Marathon man
Mixed-surface races
Save your feet
Much better than
The hard, paved street
I recommend
Dirt roads of sand
Try them! Try them!
I am Marathon man
Marathon man, If you let me be
I will try them, yessiree!
(… and he tries them …)
Say! Dirt roads of sand
Do help my feet
Much better than
The hard, paved street
I do so like dirt roads of sand!
Thank you! Thank you! Marathon man
Poems don’t have to rhyme, free verse it isn’t a crime
I can write what I please—don’t call the police.
Must I play the game, rhyme and spill intimate things?
Can I develop leitmotifs without rhyming riffs?
I could claim I’m writing prose - yeah, be one of those.
No one can rhyme all the time.
I can refuse—I’m no Dr F-ing Seuss,
Damn it! ? See? THAT didn’t rhyme.
(sirens in the distance)
.
.
Fun songs for this:
Ain't It Fun by Paramore
It's All Your Fault (with Katie Shore) by Asleep At The Wheel
Oh, the things we might write if we all channeled Seuss:
like streams of Foie Gras through a cannibal goose!
Even masters might gain, yes even the bard.
Cuz you’ve got to admit it: that blank verse is hard.
And thank goodness this doc was a Seuss, not a Geisel,
or our poems would struggle to include a weasel.
Yes, it’s so much more fun to bid you a good day
in a playfully, lyrical, Seussian way!
Dr. Seuss has been banned? Your kidding said the cat.
This does not compute.
I just bought this hat!
Who decided to do it? Asked the chit of a kit.
I do not like this, do not like it a bit!
The Cat in the Hat
Is not fat
The Cat in the Hat
Is awesome like that!
© From A Poet's Heart
Quality children's books were what this man was bound to produce.
He was a writer who died 30 years ago and his name was Dr. Seuss.
He died in September of 1991 and was born in March of 1904.
It's a great loss to the world because he can't write anymore.
He wrote books such as "How The Grinch Stole Christmas" and "The Cat In The Hat".
As people read his books, the drawings are things they love to look at.
He wrote "Green Eggs and Ham" and "Horton Hears a Who".
He wrote "Horton Hatches an Egg" and "Hop on Pop" too.
I wish that I could write as well as he did, his books are things that people can't resist.
Dr. Seuss was a very talented author and since his death in 1991, he has been missed.
[Dedicated to Dr. Seuss (1904-1991) who died on September 24, 1991]
Xi released a mad bug from his red cave
and fated millions to premature graves
while we burned DR, Seuss books
Fauci and Xi wiggled off the hook
Joe and Hunter have yuan in their banks.
Yuan is the currency of communist China
Little Cindy Lou Who runs a cafe round the bend.
If you are lonely, that's where you'll find a friend.
Because all of the characters who live in Whoville land
eat colorful eggs there. (But no green eggs for Sam I Am!)
My friend is Yertle, whose house is his shell.
He has learned not to want to rule all pretty well.
I talk with Horton who says he hears a Who (or two).
Horton champions small creatures showing us Whos are true!
All 91 of us thank Dr. Seuss who brought us to life
So we could tackle problems, like teach how to beat strife.
We teach compassion and joy that makes us sing.
We help children learn, with funny characters, what love can bring.
I woke up from the house of dead...
Awakened by some noise
I heard the sounds of two young children...
Playing with their toys
Alone I live here by myself...
In my single bedroom house
I moved here seven years ago...
When death had stole my spouse
The noise was coming from my attic...
So I looked to see what I could find
When I opened up my ceiling hatch...
The sight had blown my mind
It was an elderly man reading a book...
Hanging from a noose
So I slammed the door and ran like hell...
It was the ghost of Dr. Seuss
Ghost Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
2/20/21
For us, Doctor Seuss was way cooler than Goose
or Aesop, the Grim Brothers, or that Greek god Zeus,
Mr. Rogers by a hair, although not the Muppets,
where Cookie and Piggy were our favourite puppets.
But we were surprised on our socially distant walk
when this amphibian leapt up and started to talk
or rather sing, how it’s hard to be green
plagues cut pollution but the rest was obscene.
People dying like flies while flies were doing well
and if we’ll get through it, time only would tell
for the cards had been dealt, though Trump need a bump
from the Joker or Fauci to help flatten the hump.
Then his frog skin grew blotchy and he started to cry
we tightened our facemasks, and waved a long-distance goodbye.
fools the tools of the transient tarts
with open hearts
dupes seldom depart
the joker is wild
with the mind of a child
mild, beguiled
with an accomplished smile
knowing the difference ’tween love and lust
is a must
avoiding fuss
retention is free of inept invention
intention without contravention
lessons should not
lessen confession
by confessing sorrowful fools
the learned have learned
before school was out
without a doubt
what life and love is about
Horton heard a Who
Or Doo-wa-diddy see
One fish, two fish
Slipped onto a dish
For that Sam-I-am
That Sam-I-am
Who never ever liked
Green Eggs and Ham
Since 'twas too wet to go out
too cold to play ball
So, Sally and Sam and I
Just played jacks in the hall
While His Highness himself
The Vipper of Vip
Booked a most unconventional trip
Aboard a horse and wagon
And can you imagine
That it all happened on Mulberry Street...
December 30, 2019
Jump Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
HELLO DR. SEUSS – DO COME IN
There’s a BEAR
On my STAIR,
And I wish it
Wouldn’t STARE!
There’s a WUPBOARD,
In my CUPBOARD
And a DOX
In my BOX,
I know there’s a DARSKET,
In my BASKET
And perhaps a ZUBOON sitting
Next to my BABOON
Who resembles a BUFFOON!
Then there's SCRUB
Who lives beneath my TUB
A pleasant GUY,
He’s from Planet JIY
And taught me to FLY!,
But there’s a pesky GARBET,
Who lives in a JARPET
Within my bedroom CARPET!
I enjoy GRUDGET,
Who’s a tiny CRUDGET,
Who sees to my BUDGET!
In our boathouse,
Is a family of WASCALS
I really love these RASCALS
3 of them love me a lot,
The other three, wish I were not!
Old Mr FUBBLES,
Who blows BUBBLES,
Has a LUTTON,
Who’s a GLUTEN
On his BUTTON!
I also have a XELF,
Who likes to DELVE
On my SHELF
It’s fun living with my sister
Who has no idea,
I keep a ZOBBIT,
Who resembles HOBBIT,
In her BONNET!
POTD 20/6/2019
MIMICKING FAME WITH DR. SEUSS
Dr Seuss,
You’re the man,
Let me try and mimic
You, if I can!
There’s a Zik,
In the Tick,
Of my Clock,
And a Nouse,
In my House,
And a Bink
In the Sink
Of our Kitchen
There’s a Stouge
In our Lounge,
He’s rather nice,
To be around once or twice.
There’s a Pindow
Near my Window.
Do you know ,
There’s a Nore,
Behind the Door,
Someone tall, it’s Celt,
I felt
Looking at me.
I feel sure,
That a Bure,
Lives beneath my
Carpet I Deplore!
But afraid of
These tiny Creatures
Who have, identical Features
And look like tiny Preachers!
In my Kettle,
There’s a Reen,
That I’ve Seen,
And fat Co,
By the breakfast Nook,
My pen and paper Took
That’s made me Mad
He’s really Bad!
And his friend
Is Ged,
Who lives under my Bed
Most of all
I have fun with Ploor
Who lives beneath the Floor,
He’s such a friendly Guy,
He’d like to visit you he said!
Too late for entering contest, but still posting.
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