what is that?
don’t know
a monarch that moves weird?
We had to get closer
for it was a tiny little creature
an orange faery frog
with black polka dots
jumping from blade of grass to blade of grass
Doesn’t it have wings?
It sure does!
We were amazed,
wondering why it did not fly off.
But then it did.
Categories:
teensy, fantasy,
Form: Light Verse
Mint chip ice cream makes me cry; it was his favorite dish.
I can never return to Patty’s Pizza – everything there reminding me.
Teensy things can make me cry. Ants, because he tried so hard with them.
Squirrels, because they outfoxed him, and finally delighted him.
Not many men would fill bowls with cornbread for them but he did.
I cannot pour cornbread meal into a bowl without reminiscing.
Yellow hurts me, he will never see yellow again, his favorite color.
It is not the big things, it is all the teensiest tiniest little things.
Categories:
teensy, grief,
Form: Prose Poetry
one teensy movement in another direction
it is all you need
to change your fate
your future
your fantasy
can you do it?
not the first time maybe
but what about after you are dragged around the block fifty times
can you do it now?
Categories:
teensy, change,
Form: Free verse
It began as an idea.
Hopped up on my dendrite highway.
Zoomed through my wide-open interstate and took me on a ride.
I was holding on as hard as I could.
A smile turned into a flat out worldwide laugh.
Idea one turned herself into upside down girl,
Flatulent gorilla, chameleon on a stick.
A poem? A canvas? A play? A book?
A novel? Possibilities overtook me
And threw me into a soft nap.
Ideas do this to me sometime.
To percolate prettily while I sleep.
I never color inside the box,
Because I do not see a box,
I always see a diamond or a star.
My hazel eyes on the prize, I took out my favorite glitzy paints and began to devour myself.
On a canvas, on the wall.
Drew the brush swiftly onto the wall and down onto the floor.
Never stopping, happily, zanily out of control, abnormal to some,
Completely normal to me.
Beginning once again to create what will become a teensy bit of me...
Fully into the
Kingdom of “be yourself” which my dancy, prancy muse and I will leave
In my wake at my wake.
Furiously creating a non-final me.
Written 12-14-2019 Contest: Creativity in Visual Arts
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Categories:
teensy, creation,
Form: Free verse
I had saved a teensy itsy bitsy tiny piece of myself
To show off to those superior, smart, artistic kids at school.
I was planning to wow them with my creative prowess,
When they heard my piece, they would really and truly drool.
The formerly hidden, sweetest part of myself was almost ready to share,
But I was so cowed by the vibrant, dramatic story of another.
I could not bring out my piece, so I hid her way back in there.
I nurtured her all day long, and took her home to express to my mother.
Mommy was on the phone, and nodded for me to play,
So I took my little piece, and we scuttled far away.
I placed her way back down hard inside my heart, with gentle tears.
There she stayed hidden until I discovered art, for many, many years.
Categories:
teensy, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Lyric
Little, little, little,
Tell me how much I need to-
Whittle, whittle, whittle,
Whittle it down, get teeny tiny small-
What's the smallest word you've ever heard?
Or, the smallest thing and its word?
Hey, ancients thought it was sand for a long time,
That's a big question to set to rhyme-
Is it the itsy bitsy teenie weenie
yellow polka dot bikini?
Ya know, the one she wore at the shore.
Or, is there really more?
Is it like a bit or a byte?
Now that's so trite.
Is it like a pixel or bik?
Sounds like a trick.
Then it must be smaller.
Yikes! I'm gonna holler!
Wait, give it a chance.
Let science advance.
It may be an atom or molecule, maybe a proton.
More likely a quark, neutrino or even a Preon.
Sure hope it's not a singularity in a black hole.
Or possibly theoretical like a Plank particle.
This stuff's a bit beyond me.
It's all below the size of anything measurable.
Now that bikini song, that was pleasurable!
Categories:
teensy, deep, fun, humorous, music,
Form: Light Verse
Teensy and Waiter
And the Red Hasenpfeffer
Gracing the world
Like a sweet, gentle zephyr
Teensy was four while Waiter was five
And my little brother knew they were alive
Inseparable friends, when he was so small
Of course Mom and I
Could not see them at all
They would often turn up
In the strangest of places
And could even help fasten
Those loosened shoelaces
Alternative friends
When no friends could be found
And neither one
Ever uttered a sound
And what of that Red Hasenpfeffer, you say
Why, he was their bunny
Who’d come out to play
Yes, Teensy and Waiter,
Old friends that were needed
To soothe a sad boy
When his cries went unheeded
In Memory of Jon
2/12/18
Categories:
teensy, brother, childhood, children, friend,
Form: Rhyme