My friend and IRun toward the swings,And begin our ascentInto the sky.It’s a warm,But cloudy dayAnd all the other kidsAre having a fun timePlaying.We swing higher,And higher.Pushing the law of gravity,Daring the ground To take hostages.Then suddenly a loud clap of thunderRips open the skyAnd is echoed by silence,Then screamsClairissa and I lookAt each other in assentAnd burst out in laughter.The teachers usher usBack into the building.The adventure beganWith an ascentInto the sky, and endedWith an assent between friends.
Sundae on SundayOh, creamy tasty goodnessYou fulfill me with your coolnessAdorn with chocolate syrup thickAnd a cherry on top does the trickOn those scolding days of summerWhen my brain feels a lot dummerYou’re always there as a treatAnd ice cream, you know, is very neatNow on to the other end of the lineWhere my day goes just fineWith service and some scripture studyMy church keeps me clean and far from muddy On those quiet days of restWhen I often feel my bestThere’s only one thing wrong with this dayWe never, never buy anything or paySo trying to find something tasty to eatWithout buying anything is a real featTherefore, if you ever grant me one wish, okayLet me please have a sundae on a Sunday
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Pale and PailThe mysterious girl wandered down to the beachAbout an age of seventeen or soWith a pail in hand and a tear rolling down her cheekThis pretty young girl was not sure what to doA pale hand traced through the sandThe time was near four in the morningWhile the pale light of the sun hit the landThe dreary lights bounced off of her porcelain skinHer cotton blue dress draped across the groundHer emerald eyes sparkled with tearsShe started to shape the cold sand into a moundThis was something she knew how to doEquipped with a red shovel and bright yellow pailThis beautiful, lost girl wandered down to the shoreHer auburn locks glowed from the light shown through it; paleShe sauntered over to the mound she had startedHer pale pink toenails sunk slowly through the sandThe daisy in her hair, starting to shrivelFloated lightly towards her legs, not even partially tannedThe familiar smells calmed her headA shy look towards her castle, she smiled a glowing smileOne that has not been seen for several weeksShe knew what she was doing, at least for a whileThat pale sweet girl took off with her pail with that stunning smile on her face
Come on just one more hour,I promise I will not be sour.Do I have to go to school tomorrow?If I do not you will be full of sorrowAnd while were herein my room,Do I have to sweep using a broom?And just so you know this about the dog,He eats as much as forty hogsAnd about my allowance,Of which there seems to be an absenceWhy must it be so remedial?Even after I picked up our dog’s biomaterial?And can I have some friends over?We will not make you jump off the cliffs of Dover.All my friends think I am lame,So can I get that new video game?Also, while we’re on the subject,I have a few things to reject.All my clothes stink!And my white socks are now pink!Well I guess I will go to bed,And rest my head.Because I have become a world power,For staying up this extra hour.
O to be a beeNothing to do and nothing to beThe life of leisure and pleasure and funHardly working to make your sweet honeyO to be a bee as simple as it soundsThe work and toil is hardly constantThe sounds of work can make some roilSound and silence is the question to answerSilence grows like a deep down cancerTo be a bee buzzing is simpleThere answer is simple be loud and stay proudO to be a bee
A Picnic with a PyknicFor you my friend I have some adviceAn indoor meal will have to sufficeIf you do go out in the month of MayTo the sandy beaches of Tampa BayDo not take with you a basket of food Unless you are looking for something crudeDo not set down a red checkered blanket Don’t you dare set up that scrumptious banquetFor if you do set up a fancy picnicYou are sure to attract a clumsy dipstickHe will soon come waddling on overAnd eat some of your apple turnoverNext he’ll go for the barbeque chicken wingsDid you notice his pants have ruptured drawstrings?As he grabs an ice cream drumstickHe’ll tell you that his name is RickHe really doesn’t mean you any harm When he waves about his short little armsBut if you don’t get away from him soon You will find yourself stuck with the buffoonYou will begin to feel badly for poor old RickHe’s the walking definition of a pyknic You won’t be able to get rid of himNo matter how far you walk fly or swimSo please my friend just take my adviceAn indoor meal will have to suffice
AstronautCan you see the stars up there?Glittering, shimmering, twinklingAt me?Can you imagineTheir depthAnd their wonderBeckoning ceaselessly To me?To float in their midst In darkness so brightFingertips awayFrom what others seeOnly through scopes in the night?A blessing, a miracle,A dream it would be,For me,To float with the starsAccomplished and free.My childhood dreamNow stretches in front of me.One decision awayFrom a perfect reality.I know it is hardTo maintain a strong stanceWhile with my life I take such a chance.But my soul will be happyAnywhereAs long as I’ve tastedThat universe air.Can you see ME among the stars up there?
A world without chiliDoes no one heed expiration dates?Food is created to be eatenFor those who don’t obey this rule a grimly death awaitsSome foods will last but the rest will become woolenSome foods are especially susceptibleChili for example is made for common folk competitions and Mexican restaurantsPeople mistreating this food is unacceptableChili is a food group despite peoples tauntsNow just because the manufacture label says ChiliDoesn’t mean that it will last an apocalypseI guess that means that it will be just you and your buddyAnd possibly a few preserved potato chipsThe worst you can do is let your chili sitBecause everyone knows everything gets chillyAnd when its chilly everyone must admitThe end of the world could be a bit lonely
JackB2014 said... Justin, your red is like fire to my firewood Or maybe the engine under my hood Your multiple restraining orders do not deter me I am just looking for a bromance, see? What we have isn’t really love, We just go together like peace and a dove You’re funny, nice, and your chops are awesome We have a lot of inside jokes-here’s one I would like some mallets right now Maybe you could send them to me somehow. So you see, Justin Glotzbach, those fifty messages I sent aren’t “creepy” Seriously, you can unblock me We go together like Chandler and Joey on Friends I know this is a crappy rhyme, but I just want to be friends.
Hello, Hello, Hello to you allDo you read this because you stall?You have all that work Which you truly irkWhy get it done?When you can have some funI mean, you can do it laterAnd do much greater Than that awful paper.It will take foreverBut you can do it wheneverYou know you will get it doneBut right now it’s time to have fun So sit your homework on your deskAnd show-off your party-esqueAfter all you still have two daysYou will fill out those surveysBut when two days approachesAnd you are tired from your coachesMay you rememberThat day in SeptemberWhen you decided to partyAnd not be a smartyBy procrastinationIn our nationHopefully you don’t develop too much stress In order to do this right you now must press To get that grade You could have made Without distressHad it not been procrastination that you possess
A bolder boy form BoulderA little boy from the town of boulder was as shy as shy can be.He really wanted to impress his heart’s desire, a girl named Sally.He thought and he studied the manliest ways but couldn’t figure a plan for 99 days.On the 100th day he knew it was true, this was the one thing that he would do.So he pondered to himself was this just right or would it give her a terrible fright.Maybe if he could just be a little bolder he would win her love two times over.So he started to prepare and with a push and a shoe he was ready to show little miss Sally his expression of love.He chose for this deed a boulder much than everyone would ever need.As he proceeded to climb up the enormous rock poor Sally’s heart began to knock.When he reached the top she realized that wouldn’t be any better boy, this one made her heart stop.From the start this Boulder boy won her heart.His heroic climb up the boulder enhanced his shy nature by making him just a little bit bolder.
A secret I have, a secret indeed,Don’t let it get out, for there is no needI’ll tell you, but you aloneDon’t let it be knowFor this secret is mine, so let it be kept and never freed.Every time I am working hard to make a mealI always pretend I’m giving a shpealLike Martha, Rachel, Emeril, and Julia tooCome watch as I teach you to make a chicken stewOh how I’d love my own show, I could teach how to cut, chop, and peal.
Oh JonnyOh Jonny, with your face so supple and fine,Every time I feel your touch – a shiver down my spine.The only thing preventing me from being in your arms,Are the multiple installations of your twenty house alarms.I miss the time we spent together,In all the kinds of weather,I miss your face and velvet voice,So you left me with no choice.I have your family and your dog,My teary eyes are beginning to fog.Why is it that you treat me like a pile of wasted dirt?That’s okay I’ll sit here, and quietly smell your shirt.
Now? Not now! It cannot be!You are definitely messin’ with me.It’s way too early for me to goWhy would you put me through this woe?Just 5 more minutes, or ten or twenty,Why are you laughing? I don’t mean to be funny!This can’t be right, but what can I say?Think, think, think…I got it, hooray!Well, the reason I cannot go, is important so you see.Why, if I move from this spot, this reason might kill me!I’m immobile right now! I simply can’t moveEven if I try, I know I will lose!I have the measles, mumps, and maybe chicken pox,It’s true I tell you! Um….. COUGH, COUGH, COUGH!My legs are all swollen just from running all day,And my fever is hotter that fire and hay!And so you see, I cannot go now,If I stay I will be better. Somehow.If I sit still for a while and I just stay putI will start to feel better. Hey there goes my foot!So you see, I must stay and contemplate my next path,Because you know my next step could be my very last.I can stay? I can stay! Wait what else is there to say?I will stay home tomorrow? But only in bed must I lay.You know I think by then I’ll be better,Don’t send the doctor a letter.Now go away, your time is done,Give me peace and I’ll get back to the fun.
The corse sand seeps throughout my toesAs the sound of the ocean goesFrom loud to quiet, soft to fierceThen, the scream of gulls pierceMy ears, pulling my wandering mindBack to reality where I findMyself staring straight Into the mysterious ocean like bait,Transfixed by the beautiful, unrealistic worldThat lay before me*************She stands up on the beachAs if caught by the beauty of eachWave that crashes onto the shoreShe looks farther as if she can see moreThan we see of her, and solitary girlFacing the wind, an ocean pearlWith each of my waves, her eyesFind the beauty that liesThroughout every place on EarthShe can find the peace
The pigeon flew out into the sky,Against his will he had to say good bye.The poor pigeon was being hunted as prey,By a priest seeking peace who just wanted to pray.So up and up he went so high,The land below just flew right by.Far below was a flowery field,And in it was someone concealed.Below him he saw a lush green tree,And in the shade was a happy old hippie.He held in his hand a lonesome fungus,And he looked at it deeply as though it was wondrous.He popped it in his mouth after looking around,And after he ate it he stared at the ground.To him it was moving and looked like a rainbow,The pigeon was confused so he decided to fly low.The more the pigeon followed this person,The more the pigeon began to be certain,That this man was going mentally crazy.But the man just kept jumping, saying the sky was brown and hazy.The pigeon was in flight and now was scared,Because the man ran and then declared,“Pigeon my friend I saw you come hereYour loud ribbits were just all I could hear,So fly away now into the dark purple sun.And look! I have wings so you’re now like my son!”The man ran around and flapped his arms like wings,He now talked very peacefully and said many things,“I think that portobello has made me high!Now pigeon go! Be free and fly high!”
Sock-hopHere we go!Everyone’s lined up and we have bags on our legsI look around and laugh at my friendsSummer is finally here!It’s just for fun, but we are competitive as we await the signal to startBAM!Someone pops a balloon and we’re off! Hopping, jumping, pushing, screaming, running to the finish!We are too giddy to see who won, but instead give each other high fives and fist bumpsAfter stumbling out of my sack, I see a girl, watching us from across the parkI tilt my head in curiosity. I don’t know herI lift my hand in a wave, her eyes widen and she quickly looks awayI shrug and turn back to my friendsIt’s a perfect summer day==============================================I’m walking through the park, but giggling interrupts my peaceThere are girls in sacks, racing to the finishSo carefreeI am not like those girls, having fun there I am shyI laugh to myself as one of them pushes another over in an attempt to reach the endWhat nonsense, but fun nonethelessThe girl with black hair spots me and wavesI panic and quickly look away, embarrassed at being caughtI turn back to look at the girl, but she is already occupiedBeing easygoing, me taking the chance to do something daringSomething funBut it’s just another summer day
Please, oh good jury,I had no clue what to do,This ticket, oh so unfair, that officer had no clueMars, Saturn, and Venus, were lined up so horribly,15 minutes late, because my wife was sick something formidablyMy son, oh a good boy, was getting married formallyIt was an accident, I swear,So look into your hearts and find some forgivenessAnd I’ll be careful, so full of primness,Please, oh good jury,I had hardly realizedSomething else in the bottom of my cart, this is not idealizedThat security guard treated me so roughly,For a small mathematical mistakeI thought I was going to beaten like cakeBatter that isSo, forgive this family man of this unfair crimeOr feel your conscious suffer, silent as a mimePlease, oh good juryIt wasn’t double homicideI lit the fire, I confideMy son wanted smoresSo some sparks, they drifted over to some hayI couldn’t stop it, I couldn’t do anything but yell “Hey”!I felt so useless, I really could’ve criedSo find it in your heart to forgive a loving manI promise I won’t do it againPlease, oh good jury,The rumors, they weren’t true,I wanted to start a company, so sue!Nuclear power, oh it’s so dramaticized,I didn’t do anything but try to feed my familyThe winters, they were getting so chillyI’m a small businessman, not a spySo, unless there is no justiceScoop up some mercy, and let me once more roll the diceSo please, oh good jury,I truly am an innocentThese crimes, oh poor me, I repent,If only, someone would listenAnd not put me in locked cellI am not guilty, so I cannot have a tell,No, oh good jury,Please rethink that choiceDo I really not have a voice?Please, oh good jury,I truly beg of youWhy me, why not good ole Rue?Stupid, stupid jury,You cannot hold me hereI will be out within a yearDie, oh good jury,Oh, what fun it’ll beJust you and you and you and you and meGoodbye, oh good jury.Oh, perhaps some poison in your curry,Oh good jury?Maybe a knife in your backHow about that, Jack?Oh, sometime near Halloween, It will be scary,Good old MaryWanna get eaten by a bear?That sound fun, Cher?Run over by a driving reckless tyke,MikeYou’re not an AB- blood type? You sure about thatMatt?And you there, Lizzie, no one will look in the riverAfter I rip out your liverWho wants ricin?Tyson?So goodbye, good old jury,Oh, and I will see you in hellChel.Okay, Smith, I realize that the ending is not persuasive. I just did did the first bunch of lines, then decided it would make a perfect homicidal rant.
So here the whole truthI swear it’s not a lieLast night I couldn’t finish my homeworkI have a good reason whyI hurried straight homeWith not a minute to wasteI sat at my deskAnd put my book in its placeFor a minute I glanced upAnd just so happened to seeA poor little kittenAbout to fall from my treeI ran from my roomIn quite a hurryBut alas the kitten did fallToo quick for my scurryI rushed him to the shelterAnd with all of his mightThat poor little fellowSure put up a fightWe thought we had lost himAnd boy were we sadWhen a miracle occurred And it was no longer badHe came back to lifeAnd not a minute too soonHe is recovering nowShould be out by noonSo you see that my nightWas too full to study I hope you will forgive me And my new little buddy
I really love to playSports every single dayI have played every sport there isAnd everyone says I’m a whizUnfortunately I got hit by a ballAnd now I’m not allowed to play at allSo I leave you with this warningDon’t get hit with a ball and bawl or your sports career will need some mourning.
That time of the year came aroundThe Easter Bunny was nowhere to be foundAs we bounded down the stairsWe ran into chairs Searching for the hidden treasuresMy uncle revealedThat none were concealed All the cheers ceased As my uncle released the news The Easter bunny had deceasedAnd that was the end of Easter
I found a foreign traveler, a pale, ghost-skinned man,Who looked like, he could lend me a hand.Tall and wise, although I won’t mention his size.The boy had dark eyes,Void of life, about to give up.Yet, when he saw me,A spark came and set them free.I took his hand, and brought him to my father,Who looked like a lamb, that just escaped the slaughter.He grasped my hand,In an iron-hand clasp,And took me to, a frail old man.I pleaded for his help,But he just stood there and stared,Like he didn’t even care.The boy exclaimed in an unknown tongue,But trying to understand him, was no fun.Then I stopped, and pulled him out back,So hard, that I made him drop his pack.I showed him the family crypt,And watched him trip,As he finally understood what was wrong,He didn’t look so strong.He seized my hand,And took me to a shrine,That was covered in vines.Then it dawned on me, at this place by the sea,The true nature, of his father’s health.
I sat in class in my own little world Oblivious to teaching as thoughts started to twirlMy mind started heading out for an afternoon whirlLots going on but I’m not going to hurlIt was one of those days, maybe Tuesday or afterWhen school wasn’t vital and tests weren’t a big factorThinking that homework and learning did not even matterAnd also dreaming of being a famous musician or actorIn my head I pictured if I got in a spot real thickI would blow up the number one seed because my skills were so sickIf we won the championship it was because I was so quickSometimes I wonder if John McCain uses a walking stickIt was one of those times, one of those daysWhen the world was so big, as I thought in a daze
Joy in Simple ThingsOh look!What a wonderful sight,The bear, it moves like it is alive!And that silly face,I want to reach out and just brush it.My mother's glowing shine like diamonds,And I giggle and try to leave.The child, so happy,Not knowing the world around him,Enjoying the little things in life,Things that adaults overlook,Becuase it's "childish" or "immature,"He can't help himself and tries to leap,For the dancing bear.
Our industry needs to do some spring cleaningThis cannot go on; there is no more meaningMusic has taken a dastardly turnWith modern-day artists that crash and then burnThe Beibers and black eyes and peas all the sameThey do not act decently, even with fameFor they insult us all with their songsDoing less right than they ever did wrongIt’s time for us all to take the industry backGive Miley Cyrus a powerful smackMake artists like Led Zeppelin and Foreigner coolMake the right choice, and don’t be a fool
"She's really been doing well considering the crash."Mrs. Linda spat over her bulging, stained, nurse's wear.He couldn't bear to look at her though,He had eyes only for his once brilliant motherShe looked happyThat was good.She was playing with the kazoo in her mouth. squeaking it like the ducks they used to feed together.her arms were kept steadfast to the chair with padded cuffs, like a disobedient child.The boy finally looked away, he stood up.And walked away."So comfortable..."she thoughtBlurred eyes scanned the warm outdoors where she satshe squirmed slightly, longing to chase the butterflies she saw dancing on the wind... or were they leaves?She breathed the wind in and outnot even noticing the noise of the kazoo.her eyes pulled up slowly and grittily to the boy who's teary eyes were bobbing away,he looked so familiar.
Followed…That summer night I journeyed home,Amidst the bitter chill,I thought I heard a footstep fall,Behind me on the hill.I turned to look who followed me,But nothing caught my gaze.I looked all over, to the earth, the sea,And to the blackened haze.With fright now holding my heart aloft,I quickened up my pace.I wanted to get out that night,Out of that eerie place.But with every step my own feet took,Another followed there.I turned again to face my foe,But saw only nighttime air.My fright was high, my soul now feared,For what pursued me late that eve.With one last hope I sprinted home;The light my fears relieved.I shut the door, I locked it quick.I would not let them in.But all I saw on the bitter street,Was a paper in the wind.My fears relieved, I turned around.I was in nobody’s sight.But with a thunderous crash the door flew wide,Revealing the empty night.
Injustice is one thing that I cannot standHow you treat me unfairly I have witnessed first hand.Everyone is able to have it, so why not meEveryone at school has it, that I guarantee.I hate life when I feel left outIt seems as though torturing me is what your life revolves about.I never want to talk to you as long as I liveEven you know that eventually this will work and you will give.I never lose, I always winThis strategy prevails for all that has been.Now mom, it is time for you to chooseCan I have this new gadget, I have a plan I never outuse.
I had a bad habit,lasting past the age of 3,I loved to suck on pacifiers, oh how they gave me gleeI wouldn't give them upI couldn't stop my desires,It was at that pointmy parents patience tiredA deal was made,a bargain of sorts,I would give up the pacifier,with compensation of courseA house made up ofpink plastic and fabulousity,was purchased by my parents,for Barbie and meIt was only then,at that very time,I could give up my pacifierand still feel sublime
I don't think it was on purpose, I really don't think it was. She said it was an accident, My mom feels bad she does. When I was a baby, something bad hit. I guess it made me cry,but only a little bit.My mom, she was holding megiving me a little love.But then suddenly it happened, my brother gave her a shove. She tripped over a chair,and that's when my brother fled.The next thing you know,I had been dropped on my head.Some say it affects me,but my Mom says I'm fine.But I guess she only says that,after she's had a glass of wine.