Today, I want you write a poem that uses two words that sound alike but have different meanings. Remember, a total of 30 lines, but any form that you like. You may use one predominate homonym or several. It is up to you. Good Luck.
There once was a mean king named Barry Who spent his time eating fresh berries. Over his kingdom he reigned, In sunshine, snow, or rain. One day a man came Who was stricken lame. The man hobbled to the moat, From where up in the king’s tower he looked like a mote. This man let out a ferocious wail, So loud that the king dropped his pail down the well. The king cried out:“be quite you please” But that did nothing to stop the man’s pleas. The cripple finally did stop, and then started to discuss While the king made a loud sound of disgust. The cripple did say: “Please oh please give me a berry” The king said: “Why? For they are all buried” “That’s a lie! For I am sick” cried the cripple, “And if I eat one I will be made whole” “Ha-ha!” the king replied, “I’d rather punch in your stomach: a hole!” “What good is it for me if you are healed?” I could do more with my berries.” Said the mean king named Barry. The man then looked up, and then with tears in his eyes Spoke these sad words, “ Please sir you should see that I Have traveled far staying at many hostels, And have suffered the laugher of many hostiles. Please oh great king please just one be it a blueberry, a strawberry, or even a pear, I am not even asking for a pair.” The cripple had spoken and those words started to pare At the kings mean heart. So the king jumped on his horse which he called hart, And he rode out to the cripple Which he later learned had the last name of Whipple. He gave him a berry and watched him heal He’ll do even more acts of kindness now, And he won’t even take a bow. Because of the cripple the king was changed and forever will not be the same. --Peter G.
Mother, mother, look at me. I am ever so sick, can’t you see?! My throat, my throat, it burns. I try to sleep but just toss and turn!
Mother, mother, call the doc! Good thing we’ve got medicine in stock. Please, oh please, make me some stew, Because I’ve got a nasty case of the flu.
She looked at me. In her eyes I saw the fright! She suddenly screamed, “We’ve got a flight!” The thought suddenly came upon me, Our plane leaves at three!
To visit our family we were off to go. Oh no, oh no, oh no! I couldn’t possibly get on a plane like this I’ve got a fever one couldn’t miss!
Mom called the airport, To see if our tickets we could abort. But the answer remained a no. We grabbed our suitcases and went out the door real slow.
I looked at mom and said that this plan Would definitely require a trash can. She handed me one And sarcastically added, “Have fun.”
We boarded the plane and I was feeling worse. I desperately needed a nurse. The flight attendant gave me some tea I soon slipped into a sleeping daze, whoopee.
I dreamed of beaches, And tropical dinners served with fresh peaches. The serenity of the scene Had such a relaxing mean.
My eyelids slowly rose And I was reminded of my runny nose. I heard the pilot’s voice come over the speaker and say, “Welcome to L.A.”
So, you see my friends, This is my message to you, About how I flew with the flu.
When you hold a horse by the rein, You feel like you reign, But you can’t control the weather, Or whether it’s going to rain.
Before you write something, wait. Determine the weight of the situation, Then see if it is right.
If you’re going up the stair, Don’t stop to stare At a hare with no hair. They can’t bear being bare.
Giving someone a piece of your mind Doesn’t give you peace of mind.
Dear reader, if you heard something, It probably wasn’t a herd, Especially one of deer. Not many live here, And they are hard to hear.
If you’ve ever been on a cruise, You know there is no need to knead. The crews do it for you.
I’d like to buy a phial. It’s in the other aisle. By the way, it’d be fine if you fined me, If you can find the correct file. I’m glad there’s a sale. Well bye, I’m going to sail To a desert isle.
Dear mother, Just the other day I saw a deer Oh that deer was so dear It was small and skinny and could hardly walk This deer was joined by another, both young and foolish The two deer grazed and grazed, but there were no others Dear mother I wonder if those deer had wandered And lost the rest of the deer I started to worry That these poor, poor deer would never find their way back This pulled the strings of my heart I called my dear friend, bless her heart And she told me she too saw the deer And she said “Oh dear, oh dear what should we do?” “Those poor baby deer will surely die,” I replied “We can find the other deer of the pack and then lead them back.” “No, we could wander for hours with no success.” We sat there and wondered what should we do Those deer need our help and we didn’t know what to do With no ideas coming we thought and we thought When suddenly We saw something move in the bushes Behind those dear deer We were worried for those dear deer What if there was a mountain lion behind those bushes Would this be the end of those young deer’s lives? Just when we thought all hope was lost, the deer’s mother came out of that bush The dear mother of those baby deer had finally found them The deer went off and pranced away The deer would live to see another dear day
“Did I write this right?” Said the little boy. “Hey! You’re not allowed to shout aloud,” Responded the girl sitting next to him. The classroom was silent, listening to them argue. Suddenly, a knock at the door echoed through the room. A tall woman munching on a carrot Wearing a 24-carat diamond ring walked in. “Hi little ones! I’m Jamie’s aunt.” Shouted the woman. Jamie then responded, “Aunt, there’s an ant on you! EW!” The tall woman merely brushed her shoulder. “And how many carrots have you had?” said Jamie, snobbishly. Her aunt responded, “I’ve ate eight.” Meanwhile, the teacher was becoming angry. There was a lack of focus in the room. “Kids, you should do the homework that’s due tomorrow,” she said. “What’s the homework?” Shouted a small student. The teacher replied peacefully, “To draw a flour flower.” “A flower flour flower fluh huh?” said Jamie. “A flower made out of flour,” responded the teacher. A little voice said, “This class is so confusing.”
Shining brightly yellow and gold rays of light falling too hot to hold
Shining brightly always, in your eyes you may hold too tightly he'll be your boy forever
Stinging your eyes if you look for a moment too long Staring up at the skies and the heavens up above
The tears you will cry due to this unbreakable bond Because of a little white lie the first that he's told
Giving life to the greens from the very beginning Creating beautiful scenes for only us to enjoy
Giving life to a child Infinate love and protection The feelings you endure far from mild You would walk through fire
The sting in your eye From that little white lie The sun in your face You son filling up your hearts space Sun causing life to live His life to him you will give Both important to day to day life Physical or emotional My guess is if you had to decide You would choose your son over the sun.
Because of death We all do mourn I ignore, in disbelief It does not leave Darkness falls I pray The sun sets Our lives change The way is not easy Coping is learned It still is hard I pray The night darkens I feel alone Questions fill my head Why me? Why now? I pray Lord answer my prayer Still it is hard The night darkens Still more alone I mourn I pray Night is Darkest before a new day The morn will come The sun will shine again I am not alone The sun shines brighter in a new day Life is good
Poem 1 Please don’t get high I know its just one try But one makes you fly And soon your life flies by
All I need is a simple hi A hi to know that you’ll come home and try Lately it’s all been a lie Just stop the tears from when I cry
Hi I know you feel up high But were all about to say goodbye “I’ll quit eventually” are no words to live by So be the good guy And tell me I’ll never have to worry again that you might die
Poem 2 I wish they knew how to keep peace I wish they knew how to use words instead of guns I wish they knew that killing someone won’t release I wish they knew how to protect our sons
The soft look of a newborn baby The smell of a new flower The taste of your mom’s gravy The feeling of a brand new hour
If only we all knew If only we all tried something new War is nothing new But that we already knew
Poem 3 They say I’m number one But if only I told them the truth Boy would they shun
I guess I have won But what do medals mean? I don’t shine brighter then the sun
I know that they love me But someday they will see The person I want to be
I will be number one When I have fun I will have truly won When I don’t want to just run
There is a place that you may know Where little children pass around a ball As one plays another may trip and tumble And with tears in eyes they sit and bawl
Skip ahead and see a forest there Wilted here and over there, bare A brown animal stumbling around Who is an actual grizzly bear
A farmer looks to his crops And with a stick he wildly beats Because among the miles of crops Lay millions of red beets
We look among all the hills A think that they are quite the beaut And then we watch the animals take off Among the crested butte
The wind blows quite a bit Across the grass it blew Down below the grass is green And up above the sky is blue
The mountains are filled With many large sized boulders And as the mountain grows It becomes all the more bolder.
Animals walk around the wilderness Looking for food to pick and choose And when they find the perfect snack They sit with plenty of chews
The leaves sit on the bark of the trees In a sense the trees clothes And because all is said and done It’s time for this poem to come to a close.
Click, Click, Click I flip through the channels, Nothing is on. Clique, Clique, Clique, The gossip, the torture, The mean girls at school. Click, Click, Click, The flashlight is dead, In the dark I stand. My face grows tense. Clique, Clique, Clique, Harassment and tears, My eyes turn red with anger. Click, Click, Click The pen, open, closed, I begin to rattle with enmity. Clique, Clique, Clique, They talk behind my back, My frustration heightens. Click, Click, Click, My brother behind me, His tongue, annoying. My face a tomato, Reddened with rage. Clique, Clique, Clique, These girls, agitating, Steam billows from my ears. Click, Click, Click, The noise, The repetition, My head’s ‘bout to blow. The annoying click, clique, Has to stop now.
Course is a path, or layer of block. Coarse, of course, means rough, or tough, like a rock. Horse, can be a Stallion, or a Mare. Hoarse, is difficult to speak, if you dare.
Mary, of course, is a female name. Merry, means happy, as in enjoying a game. Bear, is a mammal, which dumps in the woods. Bare, means naked, not wearing any goods.
Sun is that big ball of flame in the sky. Son, a male progeny, a boy, or a guy. Dun is to pester, to collect on a bill. Done, means finished, with this offal swill!
Scents are smells or aromas, to the nose. Cents are mere pennies, as you might suppose. Canvas is a fabric, of cotton, hemp, or jute. Canvass, to take a poll, like: “Ain’t she cute?”
Meld, a verb, is to blend or combine, or mix. Meld, a noun, a score in cards, like two, four, or six. Herd is a word, for gathering cattle or sheep. Heard, means you listened, paid heed, not just asleep.
Among the pasture stood a small burro, He looks up, distracted from his hay, Life is simple, when living in this borough, Maybe another critter came to say hey,
Out of the blue, Came a nearby horse, Trotting by as the wind blew, His hooves made a sound that was oh so hoarse,
Then came a boar, Trying to find his way through a hole, He had to push and bore It was difficult, for his body was so whole,
The air tangled a knot, Of animal fur, The wind blew it this way and that, whether it liked it or not, Until it got caught on a nearby fir,
Ontop of the fur landed a buzzing bee, Because from far it seemed like a flower, What else could it be? Embrace the simple things of each and every hour,
Serenity has reached it’s highest peak, It may seem simple, it may seem plain, But this life is glorious, take a peek, Without distractions, but you can’t get here by a plane,
No matter if you’re rich or poor, Life is rythmic, like the swishing an animals tail, But, you can make your own choices, if you wish to soar, Write a perfect ending to your own tale.
An aisle on an isle To, many would be the dream Place to have a wedding With a beach as the church And the waves for the sound An isle on an isle would really Be ideal
When driving you need to use the brake Or it is you car that will brake To avoid one you need the other For the affect Has everything to do with the effect
One that is bad is drinking too much beer It’ s brewed and fermented Making it addictive This can make you end up in a bier Which can destroy a brood
In many movies there is a cache Of diamonds or gold Which would fetch a considerable sum of cash It is always the bad guys against the canon In a mind race And they often end up in the exchange of cannon And at the end there is normally a session Where certain parties have to make a cession Which sends a point and brings closure to the great race
Bambi was a beloved deer Held in the hearts of many kids Until they grow up, Then he isn’t so dear
If you are waiting for a shipment Then take a peer Down the pier Then if you would Take a stroll down to pick up your wood And if you get a splinter To repair your ail Go to the pub and get a glass of ale But that may not be allowed In not then scream aloud And if someone says hey Tell them to eat hay He’ll think you weird When you kick him in the heel But he will soon heal Then he will continue to the bazaar Though he might think that it is a bit bizarre He will still be thinking When he is stung by a bee The sting was on his right hand So he can no longer write Then he won’t be able to gain his rite Then he will climb a Beech tree From where he can see the beach But the bough will snap And he will make a bow He would almost bore Then he saw a boar That does not bode well for the boar Because his bow will soon be bowed.
While having a picnic with my aunt, I came across a peculiarly large ant.
We were by a large creek, But even over the loud roaring waters I could hear this ant creak,
I imagined sometime in his ant land there were brawls And this ant I named Xander was never near to any de-feat, Partly because of his oh so very large feet.
Even matched up against the nastiest of bugs the flea, I know Xander wouldn’t even think to flee,
In the ant world I’m sure Xander is known as a valiant knight, Fighting all the evil day to night,
As the evil population lessens, Xander is teaching all the young ant men most valuable lessons,
As he was indulging in his daily meat, The most evil of creatures he just happened to meet.
The cockroach name was Mr. Pain, He got it when he was in much pain After being thrown against a sharp window pane.
Now Mr. Pain seemed very plain, Until he started to sprint towards Xander on the flat plane,
He tried to disturb the peace, By running at Xander with a glass piece,
Xander, fast as could ran circles around Mr. Pain in the shape of a ring, Until the opportunity arose to jump on his back and begin to wring,
Mr. Pain began to seem, As if he were about to burst at the seam!
In pain he began to wail, Louder than a killer whale,
Xander saw how Mr. Pain was weak, And released him… But Mr. Pain promised he’d be back for a rematch in a week.
Xander is the best in all the land and no one can get in his way, Even if it is a mean cockroach who is too heavy to weigh.
The wind at my back, its shadow in my sky, Little chirps for her attention they vie. And here I am, sitting on the straw, Being invisible at the mercy of her claw.
I care about my companion so much; To her heart my hands clutch. And while we sit within this deathly aerie, Do her death she becomes unwary.
Dangling above this ominous abyss, All I e’er wanted was good night’s kiss. The wind at our back, turning good men numb. But in the end even the best men succumb.
Now the bird of prey is circling above. What is the true meaning of this word “love”? Its definition has escaped me, Her body falling from this giant oak tree.
Why did I make her fall from above? All I intended was a playful shove. And now my heart I must forgive For that moment I will not relive.
But in the end it’s all the same; Always and forever seen as a game. Now the predator has come to feed My life to her I shall not concede.
Her changelings scream for a bloody feast! Oh how will I appease the beast? Desperate, lonely and confused, My and mine’s fate shall be fused.
Off the edge of bristled tendril I see my life is in grave peril. Away from the aerie, into the air, I wondered who might really care.
The wind in my face, restless charade, My fear slowly began to fade. And here I am, falling in free, No one had I loved but she.
Pain Breaking all the barriers to get inside Releasing power and strength when it finally hits No more being strong for yourself For once in a while, you are forced to quit Pain Cuts deep inside your once strong self Tearing you apart Hard to deal with no matter what Starts with your soal and ends with your heart Pain Once feeble and down, it cuts some more The want for giving up is near But once the pain comes, it soon will begone Away with those now forgotten tears Pane Holding up the feeble A foundation for the weak Trying as best as it can To stand without a leak Pane Powerfully build to withstand the weather To keep glass protected Any form of threat to the stronghold Will quickly be deflected Pane Although something might slip by And break its precious treasure The window pain still stands strong Power without measure Pain(ane) Its always nice to have someone strong Whenever we feel the ripping pain To be there for us when we are weak And help us up again Pane(ain) Someone to stand and protect When we are at our worst Even though the pain still seeps in It will stand there first
There once was a kid named jerry And he didn’t know about homonyms So while I wrote this poem I fed the basics to him A horse is an animal that’s sort of tall Hoarse is a word for not speaking at all A chute is a tunnel where you throw things with vigor To shoot is to fire a gun with a trigger A band is a group that makes pretty sound Banned is when something can not go around Him is a pronoun for a male being A hymn is a song often with a choir leading Aerie is the place where an eagle lives Airy is a word for the space something gives Common sense is the thing you have in your brain Common cents are like pennies or silver dollars from Spain The sun is a mass of incandescent gas But a son is a child, a guy not a lass Bawled is the past tense of tears that have been cried Bald is when there is no hair to be spied Cached is when something is hidden away But cash is used as currency to pay To wear something is to clothe yourself in it But where something is, that’s totally different A ceiling is flat but much like a roof To seal something is much less aloof A seer is a prophet who makes good predictions To sear is to scorch which could cause many afflictions To coax is to persuade which can require you to think But cokes refers to more than one soft drink Hours are rather long measures of time Ours is possessive and it happens to rhyme A mall is a place in which you can shop To maul with your teeth is to mangle or chop And now comes the end, the ones that are there They’re very interesting, their time-weathered hair.
I just got a call from an unexpected caller I hope it’s a person returning my cat’s collar It’s very important to me Because of its special design The tag is shaped as a carrot It is made from a karat of gold It was given to me because my cat is an heir of the throne, The problem is, the gold cannot touch polluted air This is because the basal of the gold Is made out of basil Which will start to dry out And will end up looking like a dried out witch You see, many would spend their fortunes to buy this collar Which is why I would hate to say good bye Some offer to spend a thousand coins At every quoin that I go to I take this as a compliment Although I know the collar would never complement their cat as well as mine The collar also pictures a cymbal Which is a symbol of the family’s musical background I have discussed to many Of my disgust to what has happened I need to find this And hopefully they are fined for stealing! The fact is that the caller was not calling to return my collar But, on the bright side, I did get a fax saying the collar was found Phew! There are few moments like this I just hope that this collar is not faux Or else I will have a new foe
When things are way over due Like library books, Bills, Maybe a rented canoe,
We stress out, Start to pout, And never even notice the morning dew.
We forget the simplest things Like smiling, Loving, And the bird that sings.
Straining ourselves to finish what is past its due date, And constantly hyperventilating, that gosh forbid I’m 5 minutes late. And never even noticing the morning dew.
The dew glistens with the rise of the sun, Poise so perky on all in sight, Nourishing all it touches, Keeping alive life’s constant hum.
But then all is disturbed. Tomorrow’s history project hysteria couldn’t be curbed. And never even noticing the morning dew.
It’s always there just like coffee, A beautiful twinkle once the sun hits its drops. The dew so pristine, the world silent and still. A ‘need to be savored’ moment of life, just like toffee.
What is really due… I bet you don’t have it written down, Not penciled in a planner, It is for you to notice the morning dew.
Don’t get so frazzled Glance at the water drops of serenity and prepare to be dazzled Try something new, look at the morning dew.
Because often we mix up Things-to-do And things that we must dew
For dew is joy, Happiness, The simple bliss of everyday
And due is overrated, Nerve racking, And certainly should never stay.
Ah the wonderful dog. A man’s best friend A man’s best friend, never frog nor a hog They can roll, run, camp or bend
When they see your face there’s no time left to waste They greet you and meet you They jump and they bark, they run and they lick ,they really set the pace. And they look so innocent even after they take a huge poo.
A dog is so loyal They’ll never leave your side Where a gerbil might squeak, and a snake might coil A dog will be there even if you’ve died
There’s no beating a dog in mind or in spirit A dog will always beat out a cat or a rat If you’ve got sadness there’s no better way to cure it Even if you won’t always have the cleanest mat.
But then there’s the dwag. Randy Jackson seems to like him Though to some he seems a hog. He can be totally G, or apparently a girl named kim
The Dwag comes in many shapes and sizes He can Black, White Hispanic or Asian but I’m not sure about midgets. If you watch American idol, your sure to hear dwag all the time, it comes in many guises Yo yo dwag, wazup dwag, yo homie dwag, he says it all though he rarely fidgets
To round it all up, a dog is a dog but never a dwag For a dwag is a person, and a dog is just not that Dogs are a man’s best friend, they almost never hog Dwags however won’t poop on your mat.
Blue Deep and Strong Pure and Real Everywhere Blue The color of water and the sky Streching out everywhere Surrounding the world Filling empty space Blue The emotion felt by everyone The color visible to everyone Throughout the day,the blue comes in goes Is always there, But its not always right on the surface Blue is there It can't be held It can't be tasted But its there It is felt It is seen It is blue
There once was a mean king named Barry
ReplyDeleteWho spent his time eating fresh berries.
Over his kingdom he reigned,
In sunshine, snow, or rain.
One day a man came
Who was stricken lame.
The man hobbled to the moat,
From where up in the king’s tower he looked like a mote.
This man let out a ferocious wail,
So loud that the king dropped his pail down the well.
The king cried out:“be quite you please”
But that did nothing to stop the man’s pleas.
The cripple finally did stop, and then started to discuss
While the king made a loud sound of disgust.
The cripple did say: “Please oh please give me a berry”
The king said: “Why? For they are all buried”
“That’s a lie! For I am sick” cried the cripple, “And if I eat one I will be made whole”
“Ha-ha!” the king replied, “I’d rather punch in your stomach: a hole!”
“What good is it for me if you are healed?” I could do more with my berries.”
Said the mean king named Barry.
The man then looked up, and then with tears in his eyes
Spoke these sad words, “ Please sir you should see that I
Have traveled far staying at many hostels,
And have suffered the laugher of many hostiles.
Please oh great king please just one be it a blueberry, a strawberry, or even a pear,
I am not even asking for a pair.”
The cripple had spoken and those words started to pare
At the kings mean heart.
So the king jumped on his horse which he called hart,
And he rode out to the cripple
Which he later learned had the last name of Whipple.
He gave him a berry and watched him heal
He’ll do even more acts of kindness now,
And he won’t even take a bow.
Because of the cripple the king was changed and forever will not be the same.
--Peter G.
Mother, mother, look at me.
ReplyDeleteI am ever so sick, can’t you see?!
My throat, my throat, it burns.
I try to sleep but just toss and turn!
Mother, mother, call the doc!
Good thing we’ve got medicine in stock.
Please, oh please, make me some stew,
Because I’ve got a nasty case of the flu.
She looked at me. In her eyes I saw the fright!
She suddenly screamed, “We’ve got a flight!”
The thought suddenly came upon me,
Our plane leaves at three!
To visit our family we were off to go.
Oh no, oh no, oh no!
I couldn’t possibly get on a plane like this
I’ve got a fever one couldn’t miss!
Mom called the airport,
To see if our tickets we could abort.
But the answer remained a no.
We grabbed our suitcases and went out the door real slow.
I looked at mom and said that this plan
Would definitely require a trash can.
She handed me one
And sarcastically added, “Have fun.”
We boarded the plane and I was feeling worse.
I desperately needed a nurse.
The flight attendant gave me some tea
I soon slipped into a sleeping daze, whoopee.
I dreamed of beaches,
And tropical dinners served with fresh peaches.
The serenity of the scene
Had such a relaxing mean.
My eyelids slowly rose
And I was reminded of my runny nose.
I heard the pilot’s voice come over the speaker and say,
“Welcome to L.A.”
So, you see my friends,
This is my message to you,
About how I flew with the flu.
The Hair of a Hare
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Of your precious hair.
'cause No one knows
How long it will be there.
A little hare as white as snow
The chills creep in when the wind blow
Dead skin cells arise from below.
The hair is the same from your head to your toe.
Hares are Innocent baby creatures.
They brace so many extraordinary features.
Black, brown, red, and gold,
Hair is worth nothing when it’s sold.
Pretty Prancing and pouncing
Baby hares are always bouncing.
Stringy, sheer, straight or frizzy
Too long of hair would make you dizzy.
A hare’s poufy tail
Is a bit smaller than a whale
But if you stay close to the trail
You're sure to find a simple female
Hair grows long and hair grows short
Each strand from a different sort.
Most hare live on the floor
Of the forest.
Surrounded by decor
You’d get from the florist.
Flowing gracefully from the head,
My hair is usually wet when in bed.
Hares grow from young to old.
Living through summer and the cold.
The hair of a hare will always belong.
Until the day, the day it is gone.
When you hold a horse by the rein,
ReplyDeleteYou feel like you reign,
But you can’t control the weather,
Or whether it’s going to rain.
Before you write something, wait.
Determine the weight of the situation,
Then see if it is right.
If you’re going up the stair,
Don’t stop to stare
At a hare with no hair.
They can’t bear being bare.
Giving someone a piece of your mind
Doesn’t give you peace of mind.
Dear reader, if you heard something,
It probably wasn’t a herd,
Especially one of deer.
Not many live here,
And they are hard to hear.
If you’ve ever been on a cruise,
You know there is no need to knead.
The crews do it for you.
I’d like to buy a phial.
It’s in the other aisle.
By the way, it’d be fine if you fined me,
If you can find the correct file.
I’m glad there’s a sale.
Well bye,
I’m going to sail
To a desert isle.
Dear mother,
ReplyDeleteJust the other day I saw a deer
Oh that deer was so dear
It was small and skinny and could hardly walk
This deer was joined by another, both young and foolish
The two deer grazed and grazed, but there were no others
Dear mother I wonder if those deer had wandered
And lost the rest of the deer
I started to worry
That these poor, poor deer would never find their way back
This pulled the strings of my heart
I called my dear friend, bless her heart
And she told me she too saw the deer
And she said
“Oh dear, oh dear what should we do?”
“Those poor baby deer will surely die,” I replied
“We can find the other deer of the pack and then lead them back.”
“No, we could wander for hours with no success.”
We sat there and wondered what should we do
Those deer need our help and we didn’t know what to do
With no ideas coming we thought and we thought
When suddenly
We saw something move in the bushes
Behind those dear deer
We were worried for those dear deer
What if there was a mountain lion behind those bushes
Would this be the end of those young deer’s lives?
Just when we thought all hope was lost, the deer’s mother came out of that bush
The dear mother of those baby deer had finally found them
The deer went off and pranced away
The deer would live to see another dear day
Fruits veggies grains and meats
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Oh boy I wish that was mild
For I am but a child
Breakfast lunch and dinner too
With no homework there’s so much to do
If only there was some apple pie
I wish I could learn to fly
Meaty sauce stained my shirt
Ow! Mommy I got hurt
Mouths watering from all that food
Always in a happy mood
Taste buds excited for ice cream Sundays
School’s a breeze Mondays through Fridays
So many options for what to eat
Build a for with a single sheet
That feeling I get when I’m full
Nothing in my life could ever be dull
So many recipes I could make
I didn’t know glass could break!
What in the world was on that trout?
Now I sit in the corner and pout
How many fruits can you see?
Obviously the world revolves around me
My stomach’s so big it makes a dome
The one place I’m always welcome is home
So many meals that I ate
Loving life while I am eight
Confusing Homonyms
ReplyDelete“Did I write this right?”
Said the little boy.
“Hey! You’re not allowed to shout aloud,”
Responded the girl sitting next to him.
The classroom was silent, listening to them argue.
Suddenly, a knock at the door echoed through the room.
A tall woman munching on a carrot
Wearing a 24-carat diamond ring walked in.
“Hi little ones! I’m Jamie’s aunt.”
Shouted the woman.
Jamie then responded,
“Aunt, there’s an ant on you! EW!”
The tall woman merely brushed her shoulder.
“And how many carrots have you had?”
said Jamie, snobbishly.
Her aunt responded, “I’ve ate eight.”
Meanwhile, the teacher was becoming angry.
There was a lack of focus in the room.
“Kids, you should do the homework that’s due tomorrow,” she said.
“What’s the homework?”
Shouted a small student.
The teacher replied peacefully,
“To draw a flour flower.”
“A flower flour flower fluh huh?” said Jamie.
“A flower made out of flour,”
responded the teacher.
A little voice said,
“This class is so confusing.”
Pair means two, like you and me.
ReplyDeleteA pear is a fruit that grows on a tree.
A bear is tall and very proud.
Bare means there is nothing on the ground.
Beats can help us move our feet.
Beets are what some like to eat.
A ceiling is also called a roof.
Sealing things makes them leak-proof.
A doe runs fast, on feet so light.
Dough turns into bread we eat at night.
Faux is something that is fake.
Foe is someone we can't take.
We use flour to make cake.
You can find flowers around a lake.
A gait determines something's speed.
A gate keeps in your noble steed.
A horse can gallop wild and free.
A hoarse voice makes you sound sickly.
Night is when the sun goes down.
In medieval times you'd always have the knights in town.
A mouse has antlers, big and tough.
Mousse is a treat that looks like fluff.
One is single, so just you.
Won means you beat number two.
A pause is when one quickly stops.
Paws help our pets hop, hop, hop.
A rose is small and usually red.
Rows of garden tools fill the shed.
When two or more words sound the same
You have homonyms to blame.
I don’t care whether I make it or not
ReplyDeleteBecause I hate this snowy weather
I can barely breathe in this air
There err I’ve made is much to big
I don’t know if I’ll make it to
The beautiful, paradise isle
I’m not sure, but I think my aunt
Just ate a sandwich with ants
That large boar just crossed the road
Watching it was quite a bore
As we made it to the base of the mountain
My friend played a tune on his bass
I couldn’t step on the brake pedal
Now I know my car will break
I can’t believe it cost me 41 cents
Just to get my letter sent
While I was standing by the door
My friend came to say good-bye
While I ate my cereal for breakfast
I watched the serial killer on the news
As I walked to put my feet in the creek
I stepped on a stick and it made a creak
I decided to close the closet door
After I bought new clothes
I rode across the lake on a ferry
Just to see a beautiful fairy
The teacher decided to lessen the homework
Because the lesson was too hard
I’m so happy to finally meet
Another person who doesn’t eat meat
Sun or Son
ReplyDeleteShining brightly
yellow and gold
rays of light falling
too hot to hold
Shining brightly
always, in your eyes
you may hold too tightly
he'll be your boy forever
Stinging your eyes
if you look for a moment too long
Staring up at the skies
and the heavens up above
The tears you will cry
due to this unbreakable bond
Because of a little white lie
the first that he's told
Giving life to the greens
from the very beginning
Creating beautiful scenes
for only us to enjoy
Giving life to a child
Infinate love and protection
The feelings you endure far from mild
You would walk through fire
The sting in your eye
From that little white lie
The sun in your face
You son filling up your hearts space
Sun causing life to live
His life to him you will give
Both important to day to day life
Physical or emotional
My guess is if you had to decide
You would choose your son over the sun.
Morn Mourn
ReplyDeleteBecause of death
We all do mourn
I ignore, in disbelief
It does not leave
Darkness falls
I pray
The sun sets
Our lives change
The way is not easy
Coping is learned
It still is hard
I pray
The night darkens
I feel alone
Questions fill my head
Why me?
Why now?
I pray
Lord answer my prayer
Still it is hard
The night darkens
Still more alone
I mourn
I pray
Night is Darkest before a new day
The morn will come
The sun will shine again
I am not alone
The sun shines brighter in a new day
Life is good
Which Witch?
ReplyDelete“Which witch did it?
Which one robbed you and gave you a hit?”
The police line up was crazy
I couldn’t remember which one, that night was hazy
It happened a while ago, at least a few days
But once I was hit, it all became a daze
But I saw her take my carrots
And my necklace of 24 karats
Then I was hit
And she left with all of it
But wait, my memory is lightening
Oh yes! That night it was raining with lightning!
It’s all coming back
The witch was tall like Shaq
So I looked through the line up
Each one close up
The first one was carrying a ball
The second looks like she was about to bawl
The third looked like a Knight
She was not the criminal that night
The fourth’s hat looked gnawed
And the fifth one just gave me a nod
None of these are her
Of this I am sure
But then I saw two more come in
Neither of them had a grin
They were both tall
And stared down us all
But which witch was it?
Which one gave me that hit?
The first one had torn up clothes
When I looked at her up close
But when I looked at the second one
I knew I had won
She was my attacker
It was definitely her
So they took her to her cell
And I felt well
Week to Weak
ReplyDeleteSunday is the day when the weekend fun ends,
And tired is the only feeling after two nights with friends.
Monday brings school, sports, and maybe a test.
It takes all a person has to get out of bed and give it their best.
Tuesday, you’re getting in to the swing of things,
But still struggling with the drowsiness that lack of sleep brings.
Wednesday is the day you’re stuck in the middle,
Antsy, bored, and trying not to fiddle.
Thursday brings hope with the weekend near,
But that dreaded test is sure to bring fear.
Friday, Friday is here at last!
Time for a weekend that is sure to be a blast.
Saturday means sleeping until noon,
But staying up late with friends to plan a summery June.
Fun, sun, pools, and play.
These long school days keep us looking forward to this summertime puree.
School, sports, family, and friends,
The busyness of life never seems to end.
Sunday through Saturday is all a blur,
Leaving no time to stop and think for sure.
Rushing and rushing week to week,
Leaves a person feeling weak.
The busy weeks we’ve lead,
During those school days,
Keep us looking ahead,
And the weakness away.
Life is busy,
But fun all the same.
It is hard to find a balance,
But we must to keep sane.
Poem 1
ReplyDeletePlease don’t get high
I know its just one try
But one makes you fly
And soon your life flies by
All I need is a simple hi
A hi to know that you’ll come home and try
Lately it’s all been a lie
Just stop the tears from when I cry
Hi
I know you feel up high
But were all about to say goodbye
“I’ll quit eventually” are no words to live by
So be the good guy
And tell me I’ll never have to worry again that you might die
Poem 2
I wish they knew how to keep peace
I wish they knew how to use words instead of guns
I wish they knew that killing someone won’t release
I wish they knew how to protect our sons
The soft look of a newborn baby
The smell of a new flower
The taste of your mom’s gravy
The feeling of a brand new hour
If only we all knew
If only we all tried something new
War is nothing new
But that we already knew
Poem 3
They say I’m number one
But if only I told them the truth
Boy would they shun
I guess I have won
But what do medals mean?
I don’t shine brighter then the sun
I know that they love me
But someday they will see
The person I want to be
I will be number one
When I have fun
I will have truly won
When I don’t want to just run
There is a place that you may know
ReplyDeleteWhere little children pass around a ball
As one plays another may trip and tumble
And with tears in eyes they sit and bawl
Skip ahead and see a forest there
Wilted here and over there, bare
A brown animal stumbling around
Who is an actual grizzly bear
A farmer looks to his crops
And with a stick he wildly beats
Because among the miles of crops
Lay millions of red beets
We look among all the hills
A think that they are quite the beaut
And then we watch the animals take off
Among the crested butte
The wind blows quite a bit
Across the grass it blew
Down below the grass is green
And up above the sky is blue
The mountains are filled
With many large sized boulders
And as the mountain grows
It becomes all the more bolder.
Animals walk around the wilderness
Looking for food to pick and choose
And when they find the perfect snack
They sit with plenty of chews
The leaves sit on the bark of the trees
In a sense the trees clothes
And because all is said and done
It’s time for this poem to come to a close.
See and Sea
ReplyDeleteThrough your eyes,
the world is yours,
a portaits sense,
sight on a soar,
and through this view,
everything you see,
it’s all judgement,
everybodies assumption to be,
A life in blur,
Can’t be real,
These things you know,
Are impressions you steal,
So think of the world,
Underneath the blue,
This blanket of water,
Holds more to be true,
Deep in the murk,
And beneath your feet,
The life is beautiful,
And it’s just a sea,
Meet the fish,
The whales,
The shells,
These things can’t be met,
From where you can “tell”,
So remember this view,
a world from atop,
a picture never understood,
and sight never bought,
This idea can’t escape,
something a key,
To a lesson in life,
What you see from a sea.
Click, Click, Click
ReplyDeleteI flip through the channels,
Nothing is on.
Clique, Clique, Clique,
The gossip, the torture,
The mean girls at school.
Click, Click, Click,
The flashlight is dead,
In the dark I stand.
My face grows tense.
Clique, Clique, Clique,
Harassment and tears,
My eyes turn red with anger.
Click, Click, Click
The pen, open, closed,
I begin to rattle with enmity.
Clique, Clique, Clique,
They talk behind my back,
My frustration heightens.
Click, Click, Click,
My brother behind me,
His tongue, annoying.
My face a tomato,
Reddened with rage.
Clique, Clique, Clique,
These girls, agitating,
Steam billows from my ears.
Click, Click, Click,
The noise,
The repetition,
My head’s ‘bout to blow.
The annoying click, clique,
Has to stop now.
Course is a path, or layer of block.
ReplyDeleteCoarse, of course, means rough, or tough, like a rock.
Horse, can be a Stallion, or a Mare.
Hoarse, is difficult to speak, if you dare.
Mary, of course, is a female name.
Merry, means happy, as in enjoying a game.
Bear, is a mammal, which dumps in the woods.
Bare, means naked, not wearing any goods.
Touch, is the sense that is feel.
Touché, is when you score with a steel.
Morse, is a code, with dots and dashes.
Moors are Arabians, with turbans and sashes.
Sun is that big ball of flame in the sky.
Son, a male progeny, a boy, or a guy.
Dun is to pester, to collect on a bill.
Done, means finished, with this offal swill!
Scents are smells or aromas, to the nose.
Cents are mere pennies, as you might suppose.
Canvas is a fabric, of cotton, hemp, or jute.
Canvass, to take a poll, like: “Ain’t she cute?”
Meld, a verb, is to blend or combine, or mix.
Meld, a noun, a score in cards, like two, four, or six.
Herd is a word, for gathering cattle or sheep.
Heard, means you listened, paid heed, not just asleep.
Among the pasture stood a small burro,
ReplyDeleteHe looks up, distracted from his hay,
Life is simple, when living in this borough,
Maybe another critter came to say hey,
Out of the blue,
Came a nearby horse,
Trotting by as the wind blew,
His hooves made a sound that was oh so hoarse,
Then came a boar,
Trying to find his way through a hole,
He had to push and bore
It was difficult, for his body was so whole,
The air tangled a knot,
Of animal fur,
The wind blew it this way and that, whether it liked it or not,
Until it got caught on a nearby fir,
Ontop of the fur landed a buzzing bee,
Because from far it seemed like a flower,
What else could it be?
Embrace the simple things of each and every hour,
Serenity has reached it’s highest peak,
It may seem simple, it may seem plain,
But this life is glorious, take a peek,
Without distractions, but you can’t get here by a plane,
No matter if you’re rich or poor,
Life is rythmic, like the swishing an animals tail,
But, you can make your own choices, if you wish to soar,
Write a perfect ending to your own tale.
Homonyms
ReplyDeleteWhile paying a fare
Over that new device
The outcome’s not always fair
So try and bargain the price
The band of thieves listens
To the sound of a lute
Singing and dancing
Over their haul of loot
A spy infiltrates another land
And in their affairs meddles
And for such very daring actions
Is awarded a bright shiny metal
Slaving away
The miner works day and night
All this toil in the hopes
Of a minor delight
A moose catches a whiff
Of a lovely smell
The bliss of the mousse
He is unable to quell
The pain keeps on rising
As he gathers his wits
That single pane of glass
Tore him to bits
Patience is needed
For doctors and nurses
As patients can be angry
And shout loathsome curses
Peace is the goal
Of many a fighter
A piece of this action
Portray many a writer
These were all
Each and every one
A type of homonym
Intended for fun
An aisle on an isle
ReplyDeleteTo, many would be the dream
Place to have a wedding
With a beach as the church
And the waves for the sound
An isle on an isle would really
Be ideal
When driving you need to use the brake
Or it is you car that will brake
To avoid one you need the other
For the affect
Has everything to do with the effect
One that is bad is drinking too much beer
It’ s brewed and fermented
Making it addictive
This can make you end up in a bier
Which can destroy a brood
In many movies there is a cache
Of diamonds or gold
Which would fetch a considerable sum of cash
It is always the bad guys against the canon
In a mind race
And they often end up in the exchange of cannon
And at the end there is normally a session
Where certain parties have to make a cession
Which sends a point and brings closure to the great race
Bambi was a beloved deer
Held in the hearts of many kids
Until they grow up,
Then he isn’t so dear
Bubble wrap is the best kind
ReplyDeleteThe way it pops, it blows my mind
But Eminem, the way he writes a rap
Like a beatnik, you want to snap
So what's the difference
It makes no sense
There both insane
How they entertain the brain
Wrap and rap, they sound the same
But which is the one that is less lame
The first of the two
Will really help you
But a rap is from the heart
A number one on the chart
You can't put down a rapper
Speaking words 'bout a kidnapper
With their habitual cursing
You hear them rehearsing
Their hardcore version of music
Is becoming a classic
So what is wrap's side
What does it provide
A way to keep things protected
It keeps them collected
Whether bubble or saran
Does this beat music from man
The answer is no
Wrap ain't got no show
But a rap is remembered
Not something forgotten
The lyrics are law
People quote them all
This is music sung in the hall
A trend that will never fall
This music is great
There is no debate
You just can't compare
Something so bare
To that of something so great
And as of late
The raps have increased
And the rappers have released
More raps to be heard
And more lines to be learned
I'm NOT AFRAID to say
That rappers have a way
To make you get in line
For their latest rhyme
The Cookies
ReplyDeleteI am making cookies and rolling them into balls
If I don’t have any soon I might begin to bawl
I look to the directions and flour I need to add
But flour I do not have have so I put up an ad
Without the flour the cookies will be bare
The only thing to eat them would be a bear
For directions the cook book I will cite
When they are baked and ready they will truly be a sight
The oven tells they’re ready by sounding off a click
When I pull them out they will be eaten by any clique
With many colors they will be dyed
One bite and you might just die
With the flour I need they will no longer disgust
By all the neighbors they will be discussed
The taste will not be feint
It may make you faint
They will be doled out fair
Some might even use them as fare
The ingredients are anything but faux
For their goodness will erase all foes
All important is the flower
For it makes the cookies as beautiful as flowers
With the baking of these cookies I will forego
They will be so delicious no one will be able to forgo
These disks of heaven will be gnawed
From everyone I will receive a nod
These cookies will be so good they will truly heal
So good no one will squash them with their heel
With my hands the dough I will knead
A cookie so delicious it is something everyone will need
When offering one I will never hear a no
A treat for generations people will know
An heir to the throne receives it all
ReplyDeleteWithout hard labor or work
No prior experience or a fall
Receiving it all with a samirk
He is ignorant of the people
Of all the children starving
Praying at the steeple
For bread worth carving
He is ungrateful and undeserving
Not aware of how good he has it
No time or effort spent serving
Not until his kingdom is split
He loses it all
Everything his father worked for
A monumental fall
He is left with nothing more
Air is always around us
Always there to fill our need
To life it's a must
But we never give it heed
We can't see or hear air
Sustaining our lives
But it's always there
Allowing us to strive
Not until it's gone
Or turned toxic to breath
We keep on going on
Unaware of lingering death
We are like the heir
Not grateful for what we recieve
For the luxury of air
Not until it leaves
If you are waiting for a shipment
ReplyDeleteThen take a peer
Down the pier
Then if you would
Take a stroll down to pick up your wood
And if you get a splinter
To repair your ail
Go to the pub and get a glass of ale
But that may not be allowed
In not then scream aloud
And if someone says hey
Tell them to eat hay
He’ll think you weird
When you kick him in the heel
But he will soon heal
Then he will continue to the bazaar
Though he might think that it is a bit bizarre
He will still be thinking
When he is stung by a bee
The sting was on his right hand
So he can no longer write
Then he won’t be able to gain his rite
Then he will climb a Beech tree
From where he can see the beach
But the bough will snap
And he will make a bow
He would almost bore
Then he saw a boar
That does not bode well for the boar
Because his bow will soon be bowed.
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ReplyDeleteWhile having a picnic with my aunt,
ReplyDeleteI came across a peculiarly large ant.
We were by a large creek,
But even over the loud roaring waters I could hear this ant creak,
I imagined sometime in his ant land there were brawls
And this ant I named Xander was never near to any de-feat,
Partly because of his oh so very large feet.
Even matched up against the nastiest of bugs the flea,
I know Xander wouldn’t even think to flee,
In the ant world I’m sure Xander is known as a valiant knight,
Fighting all the evil day to night,
As the evil population lessens,
Xander is teaching all the young ant men most valuable lessons,
As he was indulging in his daily meat,
The most evil of creatures he just happened to meet.
The cockroach name was Mr. Pain,
He got it when he was in much pain
After being thrown against a sharp window pane.
Now Mr. Pain seemed very plain,
Until he started to sprint towards Xander on the flat plane,
He tried to disturb the peace,
By running at Xander with a glass piece,
Xander, fast as could ran circles around Mr. Pain in the shape of a ring,
Until the opportunity arose to jump on his back and begin to wring,
Mr. Pain began to seem,
As if he were about to burst at the seam!
In pain he began to wail,
Louder than a killer whale,
Xander saw how Mr. Pain was weak,
And released him… But Mr. Pain promised he’d be back for a rematch in a week.
Xander is the best in all the land and no one can get in his way,
Even if it is a mean cockroach who is too heavy to weigh.
Pain/Pane
ReplyDeletePain makes me insane
I want it to go away
It's too hard for me
To see you leave
I don't want to see things change
I can't believe
That I couldn't see
How much pain this causes me
I pray that this thing called pain
Is unique to me
I can't stand to see
The pain in those beside me
I wish I could take it all
Take it all and put it on me
Away from those who don't deserve it
This is like a window pane
Through which we can see
See into another mind, another heart
And see the pain they really feel
To see through the window of the soul
When I hurt, I look out my window pane
It lets me see there's more
More than what I feel
And know that when I hurt
There are others worse just outside my window pane
Through the window pane
Others see my pain
When otherwise impossible
I open up and show myself
What I feel inside
A blank canvas sits, empty and plain
ReplyDeleteA platform so basic, nothing to gain.
Besides the beauty of an artistic hand,
The cloth sits alone, insipid, bland.
If one were to canvass this lone piece of weave,
Quality and virtue would be present, not to deceive.
For history has marked this once dull piece of art,
Creating appeal for one with a pure heart.
A thorough canvass of this would reveal quite a lot,
That of honor and passion that many have forgot.
Its twine is capable of holding such emotion,
Displaying wonder and action as well as much devotion.
Colors are capable of seeping in slowly,
Absorbing the essence of something so holy.
If a simple artist approaches he may gain less appeal,
For this canvas holds such potential and enduring will.
The fibers within contain a genuine essence.
Creating artwork radiating with luminescence.
These divine qualities are not on the surface,
One must engage with in this canvas, gently with grace.
When the right artist engrosses in such admirable work,
The beauty becomes equivalent to that of a cirque.
Wishes and dreams are reflected through cloth,
Constructing an impact, an impression of swath.
Imagination truly brings this canvas to life,
Lacking troubles or pressure, absent of strife.
With attitudes: endearing and captivating,
The substances within may come alive, blazing.
But this fire of the canvas would be absent, forgotten
If it weren’t for an insight, accused of such enlightening arson.
I find that days
ReplyDeleteCause me to daze,
Especially in class when I am bored
And just staring at the board.
You surely must know
That I have no idea of what is happening.
But I am at peace,
Sometimes eating a piece of pie.
Sometimes I am on a plane,
Going to a far-away plain
That has nice weather,
Making it hard to decide whether
to go back or to stay.
I know it would be right
To come back and write.
It’s just too early in the week,
And I am weak from the temptations of vacation.
And then I snap out of it,
When you say I could dream of knights,
When I go home at night.
But she does know the scene
I have seen in my trance,
Where the wind blew
And the sky was blue.
The sun shone so bright and hot,
And in my dream I was shown
A course that had to be chosen
But each one was coarse.
And then I realized I had
Fallen asleep thinking about
The confusing homonyms
I had to use in English class.
Seize the Seas!
ReplyDeleteThe beautiful scenery surrounding you,
I ask if you can sense it too?
You say that you just love those seas!
“Who all sees?” You ask me.
I look at the water by the shore,
Wishing to see much more.
“Seize the seas!” You shout
Wanting to, no doubt.
Taking this scene would be a crime,
Finding a way to would be prime.
Smelling the water through my nose,
It’s quite amazing as everyone knows.
My head fills with the amazing aroma
That would send some into a coma.
The bright sunshine on my face,
So happy to be in this place.
Loving every minute of this,
Gives me pure bliss.
I breathe it in as everyone knows,
Filling the space in my nose.
To strangers passing by I call out a “Hi”
The temperatures rising to be very high!
Temperatures benefiting my skin,
And warming the fish’s fin!
That’s all thanks to the sun,
Which is better than anyone’s son!
The beautiful seas seen by all,
Are also known by all.
Seizing this scene would be done by a foe,
This, however, even I would know.
the aisle is too small for 12 people to walk down
ReplyDeletei think i'll have to slow down
i wish i was on the beautiful Jamaican isle
so now i'm not allowed to take pictures
wow did I really say that aloud?
I blew away the feathers
but now my room is cold and blue
I would really like to vacation to Chile
But I really want chili for dinner
why does it have to be so chilly in Colorado?
I have to many sources to cite
all the words will be out of sight
i better pick a new grammar site
I have been on this island for 500 days
the sight of food has become a daze
In class we discussed spiders
I sat there in disgust for 30 minutes
I sent the science facts to her
The only way i could was through a fax machine
I would really like a non faux fir jacket
But I know that I will then become an animal lovers foe
As I walk down the long and narrow hall
I remember I had to haul the boxes
He'll never let me climb the mountain
But i could climb the hill
I screamed while riding the horse
I was so lud my voice became hoarse
I've been sitting here for about an hour
I knew that our safety depended on us
The Airy Aerie
ReplyDeleteby Joe Redmond
[Aerie—the lofty nest of a bird of prey]
The wind at my back, its shadow in my sky,
Little chirps for her attention they vie.
And here I am, sitting on the straw,
Being invisible at the mercy of her claw.
I care about my companion so much;
To her heart my hands clutch.
And while we sit within this deathly aerie,
Do her death she becomes unwary.
Dangling above this ominous abyss,
All I e’er wanted was good night’s kiss.
The wind at our back, turning good men numb.
But in the end even the best men succumb.
Now the bird of prey is circling above.
What is the true meaning of this word “love”?
Its definition has escaped me,
Her body falling from this giant oak tree.
Why did I make her fall from above?
All I intended was a playful shove.
And now my heart I must forgive
For that moment I will not relive.
But in the end it’s all the same;
Always and forever seen as a game.
Now the predator has come to feed
My life to her I shall not concede.
Her changelings scream for a bloody feast!
Oh how will I appease the beast?
Desperate, lonely and confused,
My and mine’s fate shall be fused.
Off the edge of bristled tendril
I see my life is in grave peril.
Away from the aerie, into the air,
I wondered who might really care.
The wind in my face, restless charade,
My fear slowly began to fade.
And here I am, falling in free,
No one had I loved but she.
See to Sea
ReplyDeleteOne sees what is around them
Although shielded from every side
The sea is what connects us all
From evening to high tide
No one can possibly know
What another is thinking too
Just as I cannot understand
Why some things happen to be true
John Lennon said
The more I see the less I know for sure
And though confusing
Life is less of a bore
I think my smartest moment
Was when I realized I don’t know
And in accepting it
A web of knowledge my mind began to sew
I see the sea
And at comfort I will be
The water laps at my toes
And for some odd reason
I’m suddenly froze
It all makes sense
I realize
As someone is by the sea
Viewing life with their own eyes
Sun to sun
Sky to sky
Yours is mine
I promptly cry
In the midst of difference
See to sea
Is what I sense
See(ea)
ReplyDeleteMaking waves across the world,
Caused by the wind's constant swirl.
Cause of such fun and joy,
Not such a gentle, children's toy.
Dangers lurk in murky waters,
There are reasons for the ocean's spotters.
Oceans can't be taken lightly,
As death and sorrow happens nightly.
At the hands of this majestic beast,
Don't disrespect it at the least.
With sight comes color, shapes and faces,
Lets us view countless places.
A remarkable gift, a great joy,
Not well-recognized by little boys.
Although there are many conceivable pros,
Some consequences cause great woes.
Sight leads to action, which turns into words,
Roots of such phrases as "Dork" or "Nerds".
These words are dark, harsh and shallow,
Sight is really something that should be hallowed.
Both given people's love and affection,
Sometimes they can't make the connection.
See and Sea, one in the same,
For much pain they are to blame.
These things aren't always the way they seem,
Their consequences fade into dreams.
When crossing the path of these sacred creations,
One mustn't forget their role in lamentations.
These things we must not forget,
They are no school's classroom pet.
I heard a herd
ReplyDeleteWhile in the mountains
I saw a heard of elk
Grazing outside my cabin
I went to watch them
I walked up to one
But it was not friendly
I got too close
The elk came to attack
I ran as fast as I could
All the way back
Into my cabin and locked the door
Ran up the stairs
Going to hide
There was a loud noise
The elk had broken into my cabin
Coming for my demise
It bounded into the kitchen
And then around the living room
It climbed up the stairs
Towards my hiding place
It was coming nearer
So I had to be prepared
I looked for something to use
In self defense
I found a log
And held it high
Ready to hit
Whatever went by
As I peered around the corner
And elk I did not see
For when I thought I heard an elk,
It was a bear that was very hungry
Pane(ain)
ReplyDeletePain
Breaking all the barriers to get inside
Releasing power and strength when it finally hits
No more being strong for yourself
For once in a while, you are forced to quit
Pain
Cuts deep inside your once strong self
Tearing you apart
Hard to deal with no matter what
Starts with your soal and ends with your heart
Pain
Once feeble and down, it cuts some more
The want for giving up is near
But once the pain comes, it soon will begone
Away with those now forgotten tears
Pane
Holding up the feeble
A foundation for the weak
Trying as best as it can
To stand without a leak
Pane
Powerfully build to withstand the weather
To keep glass protected
Any form of threat to the stronghold
Will quickly be deflected
Pane
Although something might slip by
And break its precious treasure
The window pain still stands strong
Power without measure
Pain(ane)
Its always nice to have someone strong
Whenever we feel the ripping pain
To be there for us when we are weak
And help us up again
Pane(ain)
Someone to stand and protect
When we are at our worst
Even though the pain still seeps in
It will stand there first
There once was a kid named jerry
ReplyDeleteAnd he didn’t know about homonyms
So while I wrote this poem
I fed the basics to him
A horse is an animal that’s sort of tall
Hoarse is a word for not speaking at all
A chute is a tunnel where you throw things with vigor
To shoot is to fire a gun with a trigger
A band is a group that makes pretty sound
Banned is when something can not go around
Him is a pronoun for a male being
A hymn is a song often with a choir leading
Aerie is the place where an eagle lives
Airy is a word for the space something gives
Common sense is the thing you have in your brain
Common cents are like pennies or silver dollars from Spain
The sun is a mass of incandescent gas
But a son is a child, a guy not a lass
Bawled is the past tense of tears that have been cried
Bald is when there is no hair to be spied
Cached is when something is hidden away
But cash is used as currency to pay
To wear something is to clothe yourself in it
But where something is, that’s totally different
A ceiling is flat but much like a roof
To seal something is much less aloof
A seer is a prophet who makes good predictions
To sear is to scorch which could cause many afflictions
To coax is to persuade which can require you to think
But cokes refers to more than one soft drink
Hours are rather long measures of time
Ours is possessive and it happens to rhyme
A mall is a place in which you can shop
To maul with your teeth is to mangle or chop
And now comes the end, the ones that are there
They’re very interesting, their time-weathered hair.
I just got a call from an unexpected caller
ReplyDeleteI hope it’s a person returning my cat’s collar
It’s very important to me
Because of its special design
The tag is shaped as a carrot
It is made from a karat of gold
It was given to me because my cat is an heir of the throne,
The problem is, the gold cannot touch polluted air
This is because the basal of the gold
Is made out of basil
Which will start to dry out
And will end up looking like a dried out witch
You see, many would spend their fortunes to buy this collar
Which is why I would hate to say good bye
Some offer to spend a thousand coins
At every quoin that I go to
I take this as a compliment
Although I know the collar would never complement their cat as well as mine
The collar also pictures a cymbal
Which is a symbol of the family’s musical background
I have discussed to many
Of my disgust to what has happened
I need to find this
And hopefully they are fined for stealing!
The fact is that the caller was not calling to return my collar
But, on the bright side, I did get a fax saying the collar was found
Phew!
There are few moments like this
I just hope that this collar is not faux
Or else I will have a new foe
Things-to-dew and Things-not-to-due
ReplyDeleteWhen things are way over due
Like library books,
Bills,
Maybe a rented canoe,
We stress out,
Start to pout,
And never even notice the morning dew.
We forget the simplest things
Like smiling,
Loving,
And the bird that sings.
Straining ourselves to finish what is past its due date,
And constantly hyperventilating, that gosh forbid I’m 5 minutes late.
And never even noticing the morning dew.
The dew glistens with the rise of the sun,
Poise so perky on all in sight,
Nourishing all it touches,
Keeping alive life’s constant hum.
But then all is disturbed.
Tomorrow’s history project hysteria couldn’t be curbed.
And never even noticing the morning dew.
It’s always there just like coffee,
A beautiful twinkle once the sun hits its drops.
The dew so pristine, the world silent and still.
A ‘need to be savored’ moment of life, just like toffee.
What is really due…
I bet you don’t have it written down,
Not penciled in a planner,
It is for you to notice the morning dew.
Don’t get so frazzled
Glance at the water drops of serenity and prepare to be dazzled
Try something new, look at the morning dew.
Because often we mix up
Things-to-do
And things that we must dew
For dew is joy,
Happiness,
The simple bliss of everyday
And due is overrated,
Nerve racking,
And certainly should never stay.
A ball is what i use to play
ReplyDeleteand bawl is what i do on a bad day
Chews is how you break up your food
and we each choose our own mood
Chili is my favorite dish
And to never be chilly would b my greatest wish
I have so many clothes
That its impposible to close my door even if I choose.
My best friend gose to Cherry Creek
She says its so old all the floor boards creak
My faviorite movie is about a deer
Oh Bambi you are so dear
My fathers profession is a doc
His office is right near the dock
I know a girl who thinks shes a fairy
And each day she travels by ferry.
In biology class while learning about genes
I took notes on my brand new jeans
I stepped on a tack and have pain in my heel
I hope that it will soon heal
Every good baker must knead
To recieve the praise he does need.
Barbara Streisand knows
That her singing would be affected if she fixed her nose
An hard working maid
Will not rest till each bed is made
Now that I have won the race
I am gonna be careful not to act like number one
Whether you believe me or not
This poem had nothing to do with the weather.
Merry can describe St. Nick
ReplyDeleteTo marry pledges to one person you will stick
It is miners who search for gold
Minor is nothing that needed be uphold
Mood is a state of emotion
Mooed was the action of a cow with a notion
It is often muscles that attract
However mussels are a food you must extract
Winter fruit brings a pear to mind
But a pair of turtle doves is two of a kind
There’s nothing like a puppy’s paw to help him keep pace
Just looking at them gives me pause and brings a smile to my face
Peace is a sign that hippies often flash
For a piece of hot apple pie our whole family does dash
The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain
But when I fell on the plane I was in pain from the sprain
Poor is a term that describes many of fellow
Pouring a drink makes many feel mellow
To find his small prey a hawk flies low
Sundays sees worshipers who pray for their foe
Quaddafi’s reigns is near a close
Through the streets like rain the protest flows
As the teacher read the embarrassing line
Her eyes burned red as they stared into mine
“Right!” The teacher hollered at the class of young men
They bore down hard and tried to write with a pen
The scene of the accident was a bloody mess
I haven’t seen anything uglier, I must confess
The man leaped from the building to sore the air
He was sore all over, not a limb did he spare
The Whale's Wail
ReplyDeleteDeep below depths known to man,
Somewhere near the islands of Japan,
A whale rumbles it ultrasonic wail,
Whipping around its powerful tail.
The whale is endangered, many know,
Their numbers dwindling dangerously low.
This is one sad fact of life,
The whale's wail contains its timeless strife.
Why do we continue to put these animals in danger?
They live on our earth; they are no stranger.
Everything we have bought, everything we have used,
We dump some in the ocean, a resource abused.
Time and time again we humans fail,
And so we witness this in your sad, timeless wail.
The beauty, the grace, the ease with which you move,
To humanity, you should have nothing to prove.
From the shores of Alaska to the seas of Japan,
A whale's wail can be heard due to mistakes made by man.
The water splashes,
And a tail lashes,
Oh the majesty of a whale,
Written on its lazy tail.
The cries, the wail, the wail of a whale,
All can be heard in the gale of a sail.
When out at sea, so close
My heartbeat slows.
With wind in my sail
The wail eminates from the whale.
A whale rumbles its ultrasonic wail
Whipping around its powerful tail.
DWAG V DOG
ReplyDeleteAh the wonderful dog.
A man’s best friend
A man’s best friend, never frog nor a hog
They can roll, run, camp or bend
When they see your face there’s no time left to waste
They greet you and meet you
They jump and they bark, they run and they lick ,they really set the pace.
And they look so innocent even after they take a huge poo.
A dog is so loyal
They’ll never leave your side
Where a gerbil might squeak, and a snake might coil
A dog will be there even if you’ve died
There’s no beating a dog in mind or in spirit
A dog will always beat out a cat or a rat
If you’ve got sadness there’s no better way to cure it
Even if you won’t always have the cleanest mat.
But then there’s the dwag.
Randy Jackson seems to like him
Though to some he seems a hog.
He can be totally G, or apparently a girl named kim
The Dwag comes in many shapes and sizes
He can Black, White Hispanic or Asian but I’m not sure about midgets.
If you watch American idol, your sure to hear dwag all the time, it comes in many guises
Yo yo dwag, wazup dwag, yo homie dwag, he says it all though he rarely fidgets
To round it all up, a dog is a dog but never a dwag
For a dwag is a person, and a dog is just not that
Dogs are a man’s best friend, they almost never hog
Dwags however won’t poop on your mat.
So which will you take?
A dwag, or a dog?
Night and Knight
ReplyDeleteOne night a man in armor rode in
He had a sword in one hand and a shield in the other
“It’s the Knight!” people shouted
Look at how he sits on his horse
This knight only visits once a month
On the darkest night
When all the starts are hiding
And only the knight’s armor can be seen
And when the stars are in the night sky
The shiny knight knows to stay inside
The knight and the night have a deal
Only one can shine at one time
The night intimidated the knight
Only allowing him to come out once a month
So now the great knight can only visit every 30 days
And the night sky gets all the glory in between
If the night ever shown bright
And the knight came out of hiding at the same time
There could be a great dual
Between the Night and the Knight
Blue
ReplyDeleteDeep and Strong
Pure and Real
Everywhere
Blue
The color of water and the sky
Streching out everywhere
Surrounding the world
Filling empty space
Blue
The emotion felt by everyone
The color visible to everyone
Throughout the day,the blue comes in goes
Is always there,
But its not always right on the surface
Blue is there
It can't be held
It can't be tasted
But its there
It is felt
It is seen
It is blue
there once was a man who was not allowed
ReplyDeleteto speak in front of a crowd aloud
the reason for this was quite simple
the man had a very strange pimple
hidden under his collar
one day an anonymous caller
called him and said
I saw that pimple under your collar today
And the man said back some words with dismay
and these words were not the kindest I’d say
In fact, they were worse, so bad to hear
“those words the man said were never allowed here”
so the man who saw the pimple shed a tear and said,
“you will never be allowed, never be accepted,
to have words leave your mouth, ever again”
and so the man with the pimple under his collar,
left and was never seen again.
that one man won the medal of honor
to him at least…
he had said something that no other man had ever released
One
had
won
a look
or peek
at the peak
of certain death
every night he pray
to never become the prey
of those words that had left his mouth
he would rather be raised up than razed down
but the choice had already been made for the poor man
hot lava was poured on the pore of the pimple of the man
Mark Carlson