Oh, creamy tasty goodness You fulfill me with your coolness Adorn with chocolate syrup thick And a cherry on top does the trick
On those scolding days of summer When my brain feels a lot dummer You’re always there as a treat And ice cream, you know, is very neat
Now on to the other end of the line Where my day goes just fine With service and some scripture study My church keeps me clean and far from muddy
On those quiet days of rest When I often feel my best There’s only one thing wrong with this day We never, never buy anything or pay
So trying to find something tasty to eat Without buying anything is a real feat Therefore, if you ever grant me one wish, okay Let me please have a sundae on a Sunday
The mysterious girl wandered down to the beach About an age of seventeen or so With a pail in hand and a tear rolling down her cheek This pretty young girl was not sure what to do
A pale hand traced through the sand The time was near four in the morning While the pale light of the sun hit the land The dreary lights bounced off of her porcelain skin
Her cotton blue dress draped across the ground Her emerald eyes sparkled with tears She started to shape the cold sand into a mound This was something she knew how to do
Equipped with a red shovel and bright yellow pail This beautiful, lost girl wandered down to the shore Her auburn locks glowed from the light shown through it; pale She sauntered over to the mound she had started
Her pale pink toenails sunk slowly through the sand The daisy in her hair, starting to shrivel Floated lightly towards her legs, not even partially tanned The familiar smells calmed her head
A shy look towards her castle, she smiled a glowing smile One that has not been seen for several weeks She knew what she was doing, at least for a while That pale sweet girl took off with her pail with that stunning smile on her face
O to be a bee Nothing to do and nothing to be The life of leisure and pleasure and fun Hardly working to make your sweet honey
O to be a bee as simple as it sounds The work and toil is hardly constant The sounds of work can make some roil
Sound and silence is the question to answer Silence grows like a deep down cancer To be a bee buzzing is simple There answer is simple be loud and stay proud O to be a bee
A world without chili Does no one heed expiration dates? Food is created to be eaten For those who don’t obey this rule a grimly death awaits Some foods will last but the rest will become woolen
Some foods are especially susceptible Chili for example is made for common folk competitions and Mexican restaurants People mistreating this food is unacceptable Chili is a food group despite peoples taunts
Now just because the manufacture label says Chili Doesn’t mean that it will last an apocalypse I guess that means that it will be just you and your buddy And possibly a few preserved potato chips
The worst you can do is let your chili sit Because everyone knows everything gets chilly And when its chilly everyone must admit The end of the world could be a bit lonely
Hello, Hello, Hello to you all Do you read this because you stall? You have all that work Which you truly irk Why get it done? When you can have some fun I mean, you can do it later And do much greater Than that awful paper. It will take forever But you can do it whenever You know you will get it done But right now it’s time to have fun So sit your homework on your desk And show-off your party-esque After all you still have two days You will fill out those surveys But when two days approaches And you are tired from your coaches May you remember That day in September When you decided to party And not be a smarty By procrastination In our nation Hopefully 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 distress Had it not been procrastination that you possess
A 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 need I’ll tell you, but you alone Don’t let it be know For this secret is mine, so let it be kept and never freed.
Every time I am working hard to make a meal I always pretend I’m giving a shpeal Like Martha, Rachel, Emeril, and Julia too Come watch as I teach you to make a chicken stew Oh how I’d love my own show, I could teach how to cut, chop, and peal.
Oh 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 go Why 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 move Even 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 put I 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 toes As the sound of the ocean goes From loud to quiet, soft to fierce Then, the scream of gulls pierce My ears, pulling my wandering mind Back to reality where I find Myself staring straight Into the mysterious ocean like bait, Transfixed by the beautiful, unrealistic world That lay before me
*************
She stands up on the beach As if caught by the beauty of each Wave that crashes onto the shore She looks farther as if she can see more Than we see of her, and solitary girl Facing the wind, an ocean pearl With each of my waves, her eyes Find the beauty that lies Throughout every place on Earth She 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 here Your 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!”
Here we go! Everyone’s lined up and we have bags on our legs I look around and laugh at my friends Summer is finally here! It’s just for fun, but we are competitive as we await the signal to start BAM! 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 bumps After stumbling out of my sack, I see a girl, watching us from across the park I tilt my head in curiosity. I don’t know her I lift my hand in a wave, her eyes widen and she quickly looks away I shrug and turn back to my friends It’s a perfect summer day ============================================== I’m walking through the park, but giggling interrupts my peace There are girls in sacks, racing to the finish So carefree I am not like those girls, having fun there I am shy I laugh to myself as one of them pushes another over in an attempt to reach the end What nonsense, but fun nonetheless The girl with black hair spots me and waves I panic and quickly look away, embarrassed at being caught I turn back to look at the girl, but she is already occupied Being easygoing, me taking the chance to do something daring Something fun But 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 clue Mars, Saturn, and Venus, were lined up so horribly, 15 minutes late, because my wife was sick something formidably My son, oh a good boy, was getting married formally It was an accident, I swear, So look into your hearts and find some forgiveness And I’ll be careful, so full of primness,
Please, oh good jury, I had hardly realized Something else in the bottom of my cart, this is not idealized That security guard treated me so roughly, For a small mathematical mistake I thought I was going to beaten like cake Batter that is So, forgive this family man of this unfair crime Or feel your conscious suffer, silent as a mime
Please, oh good jury It wasn’t double homicide I lit the fire, I confide My son wanted smores So some sparks, they drifted over to some hay I couldn’t stop it, I couldn’t do anything but yell “Hey”! I felt so useless, I really could’ve cried So find it in your heart to forgive a loving man I promise I won’t do it again
Please, 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 family The winters, they were getting so chilly I’m a small businessman, not a spy So, unless there is no justice Scoop up some mercy, and let me once more roll the dice
So please, oh good jury, I truly am an innocent These crimes, oh poor me, I repent, If only, someone would listen And not put me in locked cell I am not guilty, so I cannot have a tell,
No, oh good jury, Please rethink that choice Do I really not have a voice? Please, oh good jury, I truly beg of you Why me, why not good ole Rue? Stupid, stupid jury, You cannot hold me here I will be out within a year Die, oh good jury, Oh, what fun it’ll be Just you and you and you and you and me Goodbye, oh good jury.
Oh, perhaps some poison in your curry, Oh good jury? Maybe a knife in your back How about that, Jack? Oh, sometime near Halloween, It will be scary, Good old Mary Wanna get eaten by a bear? That sound fun, Cher? Run over by a driving reckless tyke, Mike You’re not an AB- blood type? You sure about that Matt? And you there, Lizzie, no one will look in the river After I rip out your liver Who wants ricin? Tyson?
So goodbye, good old jury, Oh, and I will see you in hell Chel. 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.
That time of the year came around The Easter Bunny was nowhere to be found As we bounded down the stairs We ran into chairs Searching for the hidden treasures My uncle revealed That none were concealed All the cheers ceased As my uncle released the news The Easter bunny had deceased And 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 twirl My mind started heading out for an afternoon whirl Lots going on but I’m not going to hurl
It was one of those days, maybe Tuesday or after When school wasn’t vital and tests weren’t a big factor Thinking that homework and learning did not even matter And also dreaming of being a famous musician or actor
In my head I pictured if I got in a spot real thick I would blow up the number one seed because my skills were so sick If we won the championship it was because I was so quick Sometimes I wonder if John McCain uses a walking stick
It was one of those times, one of those days When the world was so big, as I thought in a daze
Oh 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 cleaning This cannot go on; there is no more meaning Music has taken a dastardly turn With modern-day artists that crash and then burn
The Beibers and black eyes and peas all the same They do not act decently, even with fame For they insult us all with their songs Doing less right than they ever did wrong
It’s time for us all to take the industry back Give Miley Cyrus a powerful smack Make artists like Led Zeppelin and Foreigner cool Make 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 mother She looked happy That 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 thought Blurred eyes scanned the warm outdoors where she sat she squirmed slightly, longing to chase the butterflies she saw dancing on the wind... or were they leaves? She breathed the wind in and out not 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.
Injustice is one thing that I cannot stand How you treat me unfairly I have witnessed first hand. Everyone is able to have it, so why not me Everyone at school has it, that I guarantee.
I hate life when I feel left out It seems as though torturing me is what your life revolves about. I never want to talk to you as long as I live Even you know that eventually this will work and you will give.
I never lose, I always win This strategy prevails for all that has been. Now mom, it is time for you to choose Can I have this new gadget, I have a plan I never outuse.
My friend and I
ReplyDeleteRun toward the swings,
And begin our ascent
Into the sky.
It’s a warm,
But cloudy day
And all the other kids
Are having a fun time
Playing.
We swing higher,
And higher.
Pushing the law of gravity,
Daring the ground
To take hostages.
Then suddenly a loud clap of thunder
Rips open the sky
And is echoed by silence,
Then screams
Clairissa and I look
At each other in assent
And burst out in laughter.
The teachers usher us
Back into the building.
The adventure began
With an ascent
Into the sky, and ended
With an assent between friends.
Sundae on Sunday
ReplyDeleteOh, creamy tasty goodness
You fulfill me with your coolness
Adorn with chocolate syrup thick
And a cherry on top does the trick
On those scolding days of summer
When my brain feels a lot dummer
You’re always there as a treat
And ice cream, you know, is very neat
Now on to the other end of the line
Where my day goes just fine
With service and some scripture study
My church keeps me clean and far from muddy
On those quiet days of rest
When I often feel my best
There’s only one thing wrong with this day
We never, never buy anything or pay
So trying to find something tasty to eat
Without buying anything is a real feat
Therefore, if you ever grant me one wish, okay
Let me please have a sundae on a Sunday
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ReplyDeletePale and Pail
ReplyDeleteThe mysterious girl wandered down to the beach
About an age of seventeen or so
With a pail in hand and a tear rolling down her cheek
This pretty young girl was not sure what to do
A pale hand traced through the sand
The time was near four in the morning
While the pale light of the sun hit the land
The dreary lights bounced off of her porcelain skin
Her cotton blue dress draped across the ground
Her emerald eyes sparkled with tears
She started to shape the cold sand into a mound
This was something she knew how to do
Equipped with a red shovel and bright yellow pail
This beautiful, lost girl wandered down to the shore
Her auburn locks glowed from the light shown through it; pale
She sauntered over to the mound she had started
Her pale pink toenails sunk slowly through the sand
The daisy in her hair, starting to shrivel
Floated lightly towards her legs, not even partially tanned
The familiar smells calmed her head
A shy look towards her castle, she smiled a glowing smile
One that has not been seen for several weeks
She knew what she was doing, at least for a while
That pale sweet girl took off with her pail with that stunning smile on her face
Come on just one more hour,
ReplyDeleteI promise I will not be sour.
Do I have to go to school tomorrow?
If I do not you will be full of sorrow
And 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 hogs
And about my allowance,
Of which there seems to be an absence
Why 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 bee
ReplyDeleteNothing to do and nothing to be
The life of leisure and pleasure and fun
Hardly working to make your sweet honey
O to be a bee as simple as it sounds
The work and toil is hardly constant
The sounds of work can make some roil
Sound and silence is the question to answer
Silence grows like a deep down cancer
To be a bee buzzing is simple
There answer is simple be loud and stay proud
O to be a bee
A Picnic with a Pyknic
ReplyDeleteFor you my friend I have some advice
An indoor meal will have to suffice
If you do go out in the month of May
To the sandy beaches of Tampa Bay
Do not take with you a basket of food
Unless you are looking for something crude
Do not set down a red checkered blanket
Don’t you dare set up that scrumptious banquet
For if you do set up a fancy picnic
You are sure to attract a clumsy dipstick
He will soon come waddling on over
And eat some of your apple turnover
Next he’ll go for the barbeque chicken wings
Did you notice his pants have ruptured drawstrings?
As he grabs an ice cream drumstick
He’ll tell you that his name is Rick
He really doesn’t mean you any harm
When he waves about his short little arms
But if you don’t get away from him soon
You will find yourself stuck with the buffoon
You will begin to feel badly for poor old Rick
He’s the walking definition of a pyknic
You won’t be able to get rid of him
No matter how far you walk fly or swim
So please my friend just take my advice
An indoor meal will have to suffice
Astronaut
ReplyDeleteCan you see the stars up there?
Glittering, shimmering, twinkling
At me?
Can you imagine
Their depth
And their wonder
Beckoning ceaselessly
To me?
To float in their midst
In darkness so bright
Fingertips away
From what others see
Only through scopes in the night?
A blessing, a miracle,
A dream it would be,
For me,
To float with the stars
Accomplished and free.
My childhood dream
Now stretches in front of me.
One decision away
From a perfect reality.
I know it is hard
To maintain a strong stance
While with my life
I take such a chance.
But my soul will be happy
Anywhere
As long as I’ve tasted
That universe air.
Can you see ME among the stars up there?
A world without chili
ReplyDeleteDoes no one heed expiration dates?
Food is created to be eaten
For those who don’t obey this rule a grimly death awaits
Some foods will last but the rest will become woolen
Some foods are especially susceptible
Chili for example is made for common folk competitions and Mexican restaurants
People mistreating this food is unacceptable
Chili is a food group despite peoples taunts
Now just because the manufacture label says Chili
Doesn’t mean that it will last an apocalypse
I guess that means that it will be just you and your buddy
And possibly a few preserved potato chips
The worst you can do is let your chili sit
Because everyone knows everything gets chilly
And when its chilly everyone must admit
The end of the world could be a bit lonely
JackB2014 said...
ReplyDeleteJustin, 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 all
ReplyDeleteDo you read this because you stall?
You have all that work
Which you truly irk
Why get it done?
When you can have some fun
I mean, you can do it later
And do much greater
Than that awful paper.
It will take forever
But you can do it whenever
You know you will get it done
But right now it’s time to have fun
So sit your homework on your desk
And show-off your party-esque
After all you still have two days
You will fill out those surveys
But when two days approaches
And you are tired from your coaches
May you remember
That day in September
When you decided to party
And not be a smarty
By procrastination
In our nation
Hopefully 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 distress
Had it not been procrastination that you possess
A bolder boy form Boulder
ReplyDeleteA 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,
ReplyDeleteDon’t let it get out, for there is no need
I’ll tell you, but you alone
Don’t let it be know
For this secret is mine, so let it be kept and never freed.
Every time I am working hard to make a meal
I always pretend I’m giving a shpeal
Like Martha, Rachel, Emeril, and Julia too
Come watch as I teach you to make a chicken stew
Oh how I’d love my own show, I could teach how to cut, chop, and peal.
Oh Jonny
ReplyDeleteOh 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.
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ReplyDeleteNow? Not now! It cannot be!
ReplyDeleteYou are definitely messin’ with me.
It’s way too early for me to go
Why 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 move
Even 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 put
I 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 toes
ReplyDeleteAs the sound of the ocean goes
From loud to quiet, soft to fierce
Then, the scream of gulls pierce
My ears, pulling my wandering mind
Back to reality where I find
Myself staring straight
Into the mysterious ocean like bait,
Transfixed by the beautiful, unrealistic world
That lay before me
*************
She stands up on the beach
As if caught by the beauty of each
Wave that crashes onto the shore
She looks farther as if she can see more
Than we see of her, and solitary girl
Facing the wind, an ocean pearl
With each of my waves, her eyes
Find the beauty that lies
Throughout every place on Earth
She can find the peace
The pigeon flew out into the sky,
ReplyDeleteAgainst 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 here
Your 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-hop
ReplyDeleteHere we go!
Everyone’s lined up and we have bags on our legs
I look around and laugh at my friends
Summer is finally here!
It’s just for fun, but we are competitive as we await the signal to start
BAM!
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 bumps
After stumbling out of my sack, I see a girl, watching us from across the park
I tilt my head in curiosity. I don’t know her
I lift my hand in a wave, her eyes widen and she quickly looks away
I shrug and turn back to my friends
It’s a perfect summer day
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I’m walking through the park, but giggling interrupts my peace
There are girls in sacks, racing to the finish
So carefree
I am not like those girls, having fun there
I am shy
I laugh to myself as one of them pushes another over in an attempt to reach the end
What nonsense, but fun nonetheless
The girl with black hair spots me and waves
I panic and quickly look away, embarrassed at being caught
I turn back to look at the girl, but she is already occupied
Being easygoing, me taking the chance to do something daring
Something fun
But it’s just another summer day
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ReplyDeletePlease, oh good jury,
ReplyDeleteI had no clue what to do,
This ticket, oh so unfair, that officer had no clue
Mars, Saturn, and Venus, were lined up so horribly,
15 minutes late, because my wife was sick something formidably
My son, oh a good boy, was getting married formally
It was an accident, I swear,
So look into your hearts and find some forgiveness
And I’ll be careful, so full of primness,
Please, oh good jury,
I had hardly realized
Something else in the bottom of my cart, this is not idealized
That security guard treated me so roughly,
For a small mathematical mistake
I thought I was going to beaten like cake
Batter that is
So, forgive this family man of this unfair crime
Or feel your conscious suffer, silent as a mime
Please, oh good jury
It wasn’t double homicide
I lit the fire, I confide
My son wanted smores
So some sparks, they drifted over to some hay
I couldn’t stop it, I couldn’t do anything but yell “Hey”!
I felt so useless, I really could’ve cried
So find it in your heart to forgive a loving man
I promise I won’t do it again
Please, 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 family
The winters, they were getting so chilly
I’m a small businessman, not a spy
So, unless there is no justice
Scoop up some mercy, and let me once more roll the dice
So please, oh good jury,
I truly am an innocent
These crimes, oh poor me, I repent,
If only, someone would listen
And not put me in locked cell
I am not guilty, so I cannot have a tell,
No, oh good jury,
Please rethink that choice
Do I really not have a voice?
Please, oh good jury,
I truly beg of you
Why me, why not good ole Rue?
Stupid, stupid jury,
You cannot hold me here
I will be out within a year
Die, oh good jury,
Oh, what fun it’ll be
Just you and you and you and you and me
Goodbye, oh good jury.
Oh, perhaps some poison in your curry,
Oh good jury?
Maybe a knife in your back
How about that, Jack?
Oh, sometime near Halloween, It will be scary,
Good old Mary
Wanna get eaten by a bear?
That sound fun, Cher?
Run over by a driving reckless tyke,
Mike
You’re not an AB- blood type? You sure about that
Matt?
And you there, Lizzie, no one will look in the river
After I rip out your liver
Who wants ricin?
Tyson?
So goodbye, good old jury,
Oh, and I will see you in hell
Chel.
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 truth
ReplyDeleteI swear it’s not a lie
Last night I couldn’t finish my homework
I have a good reason why
I hurried straight home
With not a minute to waste
I sat at my desk
And put my book in its place
For a minute I glanced up
And just so happened to see
A poor little kitten
About to fall from my tree
I ran from my room
In quite a hurry
But alas the kitten did fall
Too quick for my scurry
I rushed him to the shelter
And with all of his might
That poor little fellow
Sure put up a fight
We thought we had lost him
And boy were we sad
When a miracle occurred
And it was no longer bad
He came back to life
And not a minute too soon
He is recovering now
Should be out by noon
So you see that my night
Was too full to study
I hope you will forgive me
And my new little buddy
I really love to play
ReplyDeleteSports every single day
I have played every sport there is
And everyone says I’m a whiz
Unfortunately I got hit by a ball
And now I’m not allowed to play at all
So I leave you with this warning
Don’t get hit with a ball and bawl or your sports career will need some mourning.
That time of the year came around
ReplyDeleteThe Easter Bunny was nowhere to be found
As we bounded down the stairs
We ran into chairs
Searching for the hidden treasures
My uncle revealed
That none were concealed
All the cheers ceased
As my uncle released the news
The Easter bunny had deceased
And that was the end of Easter
I found a foreign traveler, a pale, ghost-skinned man,
ReplyDeleteWho 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
ReplyDeleteOblivious to teaching as thoughts started to twirl
My mind started heading out for an afternoon whirl
Lots going on but I’m not going to hurl
It was one of those days, maybe Tuesday or after
When school wasn’t vital and tests weren’t a big factor
Thinking that homework and learning did not even matter
And also dreaming of being a famous musician or actor
In my head I pictured if I got in a spot real thick
I would blow up the number one seed because my skills were so sick
If we won the championship it was because I was so quick
Sometimes I wonder if John McCain uses a walking stick
It was one of those times, one of those days
When the world was so big, as I thought in a daze
Joy in Simple Things
ReplyDeleteOh 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.
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ReplyDeleteOur industry needs to do some spring cleaning
ReplyDeleteThis cannot go on; there is no more meaning
Music has taken a dastardly turn
With modern-day artists that crash and then burn
The Beibers and black eyes and peas all the same
They do not act decently, even with fame
For they insult us all with their songs
Doing less right than they ever did wrong
It’s time for us all to take the industry back
Give Miley Cyrus a powerful smack
Make artists like Led Zeppelin and Foreigner cool
Make the right choice, and don’t be a fool
"She's really been doing well considering the
ReplyDeletecrash."
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 mother
She looked happy
That 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 thought
Blurred eyes scanned the warm outdoors where she sat
she squirmed slightly, longing to chase the butterflies she saw dancing on the wind... or were they leaves?
She breathed the wind in and out
not 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…
ReplyDeleteThat 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 stand
ReplyDeleteHow you treat me unfairly I have witnessed first hand.
Everyone is able to have it, so why not me
Everyone at school has it, that I guarantee.
I hate life when I feel left out
It seems as though torturing me is what your life revolves about.
I never want to talk to you as long as I live
Even you know that eventually this will work and you will give.
I never lose, I always win
This strategy prevails for all that has been.
Now mom, it is time for you to choose
Can I have this new gadget, I have a plan I never outuse.
I had a bad habit,
ReplyDeletelasting past the age of 3,
I loved to suck on pacifiers,
oh how they gave me glee
I wouldn't give them up
I couldn't stop my desires,
It was at that point
my parents patience tired
A deal was made,
a bargain of sorts,
I would give up the pacifier,
with compensation of course
A house made up of
pink plastic and fabulousity,
was purchased by my parents,
for Barbie and me
It was only then,
at that very time,
I could give up my pacifier
and still feel sublime
I don't think it was on purpose,
ReplyDeleteI 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 me
giving 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.