Brenda Hillman wrote a brilliant poem called"Cleave and Cleave" which examines these words that sound and can be spelled the same but have opposite meanings. I'd like you to think of two words that are homonyms but mean different things. , e.g. lie and lie, stone and stone, bear and bear, write and right. Here is a complete list.
Think of an emotional situation in memory that these homonyms might speak to, then imagine yourself "encountering" each of these words separately, in concrete examples- e.g. you are writing your name on a blackboard as a child, over and over; the sun is spilling in the window, fading the slate as you write. you start to think about your "right" to be yourself, and you look at your self, the clothes you are wearing, your hands, etc...Then bring both words together at the poem's conclusion, like Hillman, who dramaticized the words' opposite meanings by ending with two strong sentences: You might say, e.g." I will write my name over and over on the glass." Then, "I will disappear: my right."
This poem is taken from The Practice of Poetry by Behn and Twichell.
I knew a girl whose name was Flo
ReplyDeleteA funny girl who had no way
No rhyme or reason just flowing Flo
She decided one day
She needed to get away
So she left her home on the farm
She scattered from place to place
Always seemed to be in outer space
When she was gone Stars occupied her space
Metaphorically speaking
Her personality was leaking
It lacked true substance and feel
And day and night Flo drifted
Just went with the way of the wind
And flowing Flo almost like an ice floe
Never returned home don’t ya know
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ReplyDeleteA day to remember, that's for sure.
ReplyDeleteA Friday night, and for the first time
I could have a sleepover.
But first, I had to get my mother
To give me the permission to go.
And she said no.
I yelled, I screamed
I was furious at this unjust
Ruling. Such a cruel, cruel world
To get my voice heard, to shout out
All the reasons why it was fair
Only to fall on deaf ears.
For days on end I felt so bad
Not allowed to say anything aloud
Or to go anywhere.
Time passes, and things change
The freedom to speak is here to stay
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ReplyDeleteHe was grazing in the meadow, the moose chief.
ReplyDeleteThe antlers on his head were a beautiful motif.
A magnificent creature to say it in brief.
His home were the highlands in the massif.
He chewed and swallowed a delectable leaf.
The food in his stomach gave him relief.
Plants were the best food was his belief,
But of better food he was soon to become a thief.
Mousse we brought up the mountain that night.
We went to view the stars from a very great height.
It was beautiful there and void of light.
We knew we’d be hungry when we were on sight.
Everyone would need some mousse just to be polite.
I and the rest of us all took a bite.
After we ate some mousse we were all alright.
To look at the stars shining so white.
Little did we know that a moose smelled our meal,
And that our mousse he was soon to steal.
He came right up and uttered not a squeal,
and ate our sweet treat with the greatest zeal.
Leaving some for us would be ideal,
But he took it all as if it was a fair deal.
Encountering a thieving moose was quite an ordeal,
but that the moose ate mousse was quite unreal.
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ReplyDeleteI 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.
The Ewe by the Yew
ReplyDeleteThe tree grew tall above the rest.
It towered high and strong.
It held through cold, and snow and rain,
For its years were not yet long.
For many years, this tree grew well,
It branched and dug down deep,
It beautied all the summer long,
Then the winter it did sleep.
But this tree waxed old, it withered weak.
It was not a sapling now.
It now just sighed the summer through,
And the winter it did bow.
There was a lamb in a field of green.
It played for hours straight,
It started early with the rising sun,
And retired with it setting late.
The lamb grew strong to a wholesome sheep.
It worked and cared all day.
It raised her young, and saw them leave,
Then in the field it stayed.
This sheep grew old, its youth was lost.
It could no longer play nor run.
It settled down in its low green field,
For its life to soon be done.
The Sun blazed hot in the summers long,
The tree grew lonesome sore.
The sheep sought shade beneath its leaves,
And they stayed forever more.
It was a very dark night,
ReplyDeleteWith everything but light.
I was roaming by an ocean and then it begun the hail,
I didn’t know where to go; I was lost in the country Wales.
The little cubes of ice pounding on my head,
All I wanted to do was climb into my cozy bed.
So I wailed for the whales to pull me through the ocean,
This started a big commotion.
Now I know,
Never try to wail for a whale in Wales,
You’ll be nailed in the face by a tail.
A Sundae On Sunday
ReplyDeleteOne fine day, one out of seven,
I went to the kitchen,
to find a taste of Heaven.
That Sunday, that Sunday, it was the best,
was the day that I,
put ice cream to the test.
I coated, and coated, oh did I coat that mountain,
with chocolate sauce and bananas-
it looked like a fountain.
As I sat down with a stomach full of craving,
a bite on my spoon,
off that mountain I was shaving.
The door quickly opened, it opened with a smack,
and a huge gust of wind,
I was taken aback.
The spoon, it did fly, right out of my hand,
I dropped my whole sundae,
on the floor it did land.
Oh, that great Sunday, that Sunday, the best,
turned out to be,
so much worse than the rest.
Fall and Fall
ReplyDeletePlaying with a friend
Enjoying life
Sitting down to take a break
Then suddenly
Falling, falling
THUD
Get up and blood come out of the hand
Eerily oozing onto the hand
The leaves fall of the trees
The cornucopias filled
The snow falling abnormally
Food and family
The fall, the time before the end of the year
Being close to birthdays, or holidays, or fun
Living life, and creating one
Bringing fun or sadness
Living in two words, being split into worlds
Falling to hurt, or living for fun
Having two experiences and one life
Fall and Fall
Rome
ReplyDeleteA city full of glorious sights
People searching for lost love
Among the luminous lights
The first time I visited this romantic city
All I wanted to do was roam
Explore the winding streets
And the canals in the city of Rome
One look did not satisfy
The longing for the beautiful homes
So every year
We travel back to roam the city of Rome
The summer afternoons, where the sun and clouds rolled by
ReplyDeleteWhere she sat on her knees and met the earth with open arms
Met her children that grew out of the ground, who rejoiced
They rejoiced every time, with the gifts that she brought
The summer afternoons, she tended to every last one
She tended to all, but loved the thyme
The thyme that sang forever, that would always be hers
It was always hers because who else would claim them
The summer afternoons, she dodged a life
She dodged the life that was ticking like a bomb
Ticking like a bomb with deadline that never ended
The frustrations never ended, responsibilities that couldn’t die
The summer afternoons, she breathed in her thyme
Breathed in the time that was lost the her, the time to come
Time to come was one she hoped not to waste
She hoped not to waste, but for the time being, she was content with this thyme
Oh, creamy tasty goodness
ReplyDeleteYou 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
At the base of the wall he sat, this
ReplyDeletespring.
The basal of the home in which he lived. If it could be called a home.
His mother still lived here with him but she was just a husk of her old self.
ever since her man moved in.
It was a surprisingly cold
summer
day. The wind blew over the garden wafting odors of basil into the kitchen,
where a woman cowered from her man.
The reconciled family's bowls sat. with one
less than before, this
Automn.
The basal of a sauce was sitting,
simmering away, waiting to be perfected.
And as the repaired group sat the boy rose.
And sprinkled his fresh
Basil over top. They ate together.
As one family.
There once was a big riot,
ReplyDeleteThe church was anything but quiet.
It started one afternoon,
And shortly evolved into a typhoon.
A man was walking by,
When something caught his eye.
He looked twice,
And his face turned to ice.
It was scratch,
An imperfect patch.
He was working fast,
When a priest passed.
Startled the priest shouted and started to falter,
When the man said, “It’s ok I was just making an alter to the altar!”
Oh how I am a serf to you,
ReplyDeleteYou control my life,
Every morning,
Bright and early,
I need you,
Without you,
I am nothing,
The waves,
They call to me,
The breeze of the morning,
It calms me,
This surfboard like chains,
My love overtakes me,
No matter the weather,
Oh to this sport I am a slave,
Surfing is my joy,
My one life love,
So I think I shall serf for the rest of my days
I sat upon a perfect patch of baize
ReplyDeleteI sat there on that patch and looked
At the wonderful picture of the Ireland bays
And my skin as it cooked
under the sun that was too bright.
I was contempt sitting upon that patch of felt
Until the sky started to complain
Out came the tears that the cloud shed as I knelt
on the baize, it started pouring rain
And the Ireland bays
filled with water
The tears were soaked up by the felt
The clouds poured their never ending tears onto
the baize I was sitting on, and Ireland bays as
if there was a massive slaughter
Heels touch the ground and go click, click, Students on computers typing up quick
ReplyDeleteSound of a timer slowly it ticks
A group of close girls, one happy clique
Smiling and laughing, watching a flick
Telling ghost stories, Oh what a trick
One girl in the clique
Makes the sound of a click
She frightens the clique with that sound of a click
We consent to elude the world's sadness and sorrow
ReplyDeleteBy creating illusions of a tranquil tomorrow
The pictures in our heads soon spread to our hearts
And we all revel in them, playing our special parts
But the perfect scene shatters as the reality moves in
We are more shocked than ever by the cacophonous din
So remember these words for the rest of your life--
To elude by illuding produces only great strife.
Baize-green felt
ReplyDeleteBays-one or more enclosed arms of the ocean
A poor girl twirls,
In her cloak of baize
She delights the people on the streets
Passersby are amazed.
Two arms of the shore
Hug the fat bays,
A smooth and happy dance,
The waves display.
Spin, spin, spin
The child loses care,
Crash, crash, crash
The waves kiss her hair
She floats out to sea,
No worries
No regrets
Baize coat drifting through the bays,
Two motions become one.
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.
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ReplyDeleteA 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.
My Brand New African Gnu!
ReplyDeleteYesterday, I have to say was a day my happiness grew
I got my very own jumping, dancing, brand new African gnu!
He had fur and had horns that were that of an ox
And he came in my very own beautiful box
He was furry, fuzzy, and super antelope-y,
And He made me the very opposite of mope-y!
I love him more than the sky and more than my cash,
More than my siblings and my huge melon stash!
If my parents were gone, hey I wouldn’t care,
As long as my new African gnu would be there!
If I was dying of thirst or even starvation,
If my gnu came along, I would be filled with elation!
I would get up and go and eat until full,
And because of my gnu, I’d be as hyper as a bull!
Without my gnu, I do not know what I will do,
So I’ll never give him away. Not even to you.
He’s the best in the west, and more fun than fondue,
Oh how I love my gnu that is specifically brand new.
How was your day?
ReplyDeleteShe distracted her family,
Kept talking and talking,
They would never know.
Sitting at Dinner,
The same drill,
Oh really how was that?
Sounds interesting tell me.
She would never tell,
Her public secret,
I’m completely cured,
She lied.
The food she would waste,
Never to go to her waist,
Only she could change her life.
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
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
Washing us over,
ReplyDeleteLike a chilling new tide.
The news had come:
At last, she had died.
We knew from the start
Of this five-year-long journey,
That eventually, someday,
She’d be carted on a gurney.
But dressed up in black,
All of us on guard,
Being prepared
Made her death no less hard.
As grief cut like a knife,
Through our hearts and our souls,
It all seemed so useless,
Her procedures and goals.
With the country’s best aides,
All at her side,
And every new test,
She still had died.
For even with help,
And suffering extreme,
With risky procedures,
That bought a month more to dream…
With hope and with prayer,
With laughs and support,
With determination and diet,
And money from court…
No amount of pain
Nor sacrifice nor aid
Could be there for her
When the final moment came.
She lay on the bed,
Unconscious of husband,
And two sweet, young daughters,
Each holding her hand.
And the irony hit them,
As in their hands she died,
All the aides could not aid her,
Hard as they tried.
When the disease decided
To claim her a victim,
It ravaged her body,
And we watched. And it wounded.
Greasy Greece
ReplyDeleteI arrived at the airport one day
And the lady at the desk had to say,
“Your flight, we need to cancel
Because a dumb man named Hansel
Went and kidnapped the pilot today”
I yelled with annoyance
And of course some flamboyance,
“Well I will book a trip
To the lovely continent Eurip*
And leave all of this abhorrence!”
The lady was a pro
And asked where I would go
I said, “Why, to the warm country grease
To visit my long lost niece
Her name is Alexa, you know.”
Her response, with a grin
Put my mind on a spin
“I believe you mean Greece,
With all the secret police?”
Which made me feel tons of chagrin
I had mixed up Greece
With the fattening grease
And caused many people to hoot
One even threw a passion fruit
Their laughter will never cease
*Purposely misspelled for the sake of the rhyme!
The mysterious girl wandered down to the beach
ReplyDeleteAbout 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 sweet girl took of with her pail and that smile on her porcelain face
Isle's Aisle
ReplyDeleteThe warm breeze,
Plays with my hair,
Tall, strong, palms,
Leaves dance in the air.
Water crystal clear,
Clam, glassy, blue,
White wispy clouds,
Seagulls flying too.
Ocean all around,
Isle so serene,
Lush vegetation,
Plants, fertile and green.
Coast looks inviting,
Sand warm with heat,
Long stretch of beach,
Creates an aisle for my feet.
I take a step,
Fill my lungs with fresh air,
The breathtaking scene,
I can't help but stare.
Nobody in sight,
I walk down the isle's aisle,
A path of sand just for me,
I can't help but smile.
Rumors from Roomers and Jim at the gym.
ReplyDeleteAlong time ago, not far from here
A major event happened, listen, and hear.
Suzie the roomer,
Spread quite a rumor.
She saw Jim,
at the local gym.
She thought he was a racketeer,
when in fact he left his racquet-here.
So Suzie the roomer
Kept spreading her rumor.
Charging forward like a bull moose
Who occasionally stops for mousse
Jim went home, untold
Without knowing he would be tolled
He couldn’t wait for his rolls
Towards home, he rolls
When he reached his door, which was gilt
Suzie his neighbor began to feel some guilt
Jim expected a sandwich of conch
Instead his head got a conk
Suzie, who felt bad to the core
As she looked down at the corps,
Her heart felt sore
And poor jim had just began to soar.
And so listen my session
And understand why we must cession
Rumors about poor jim
Who let his racquet at the gym
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
One day when I grow,
ReplyDeleteI'll have my own show.
It end up being the best,
my Idol will be a guest.
I know people say,
these things are never idle.
But once people see it,
no one will ever be suicidal.
My idyl place for it to be,
would be the island of Castaway Key.
So when I'll have my own show with my Idol,
and people say it's never idle, I'll just think of my idyl.
tough,
ReplyDeletesome look at the thoughness in an athlete
does this define them as a person?
no matter if you are playing football,
or climbing tuff rocks of the himalayas
athletes, are tough
rock climbing is considered to some,
the hardest sport on earth
thinking on the spot
gribbing the tuff rock and improvising
both needed to succeed
porous rock beneath your hands causing you to move quickly inorder to avoid bleeding.
tuff rock cause the drive to climb faster and faster.
tuff, rocks
tough, neede to climb
both neccessities for athletes
of all kind.
Out on the field
ReplyDeleteWhere no one is near
Your breathing is heavy
Your vision is clear
Then it comes out of the blue
Your drop into position
The ball is coming your way
At least, that is your suspicion
You are on the cold wet ground
Unsure how you ended there
Teammates rush toward you
From every which where
Then the sting sets in
You realize you are hurt
You try not to bawl
And therefore hide in your shirt
You finally put two together
And understand what has occurred
You know a hard softball is to blame
For you bawling and vision blurred
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ReplyDeleteDown in the South were I'm from
ReplyDeleteThere is a band that is not liked by some
Their songs are expilcit and some what bad
That makes people divided and sad
Their songs are considered racist
It is not acceptable for many faces
When you slam the other races
This band has just been banned
Secluded away, the sound of a guitar sounds out
ReplyDeleteThe precision of a snare
The intensity of a trumpet
Distinct notes are heard, harmonic chords
With the absolution of a note
And the strength of a cord, thin but strong
Intelligent rhythms match the tempo
Leaving no error-room, only a melody so sound
The very essence of music, raw and cored
The direct center of the eloquence of this noise
Whether only a chord, a meaning so placid
A cord can always exist, bringing strength
In a package so small, one will concede
Is it center of all that it knows it can be?
An empty waist:
ReplyDeleteShe clutched herself to keep from falling apart.
Great heaving breaths
Rattling her core
The slightest reminder
Sending her spiraling into fits of sorrow.
Moments pass;
Arms clasped around her knees
Rocking herself into oblivion.
She sniffled.
Wiped her scarlet nose
On her sweater’s sleeve.
Dried her streaming tears
With the ivory handkerchief.
She glanced up at the early evening sky,
The hues fading from magenta
To black
Glowing white specks flecked across the horizon.
Her sallow face shone bright in the new moonlight,
Ruined blonde curls float in the breeze
Lips pink and parted she breathed
One shaky breath
And sighed for her---now desolate---
Side.
Fairy and Ferry
ReplyDeleteMy overactive imagination takes over
Lounging about on the deck of the ferry
Thinking of rainbows and clovers,
Cupcakes, unicorns, and a bright red strawberry
Then out of the fog
There's a fairy on this magical ferry
Because of her lithe wings, she needn't jog
Am I insane or bored on the contrary?
Oh she comes nearer
Her form becomes clearer
Out of the fog pops a little girl
With her cute fairy wings and hair all in twirls
How wonderful is a fairy child
To brighten a ferry trip thats ever so mild.
Hours and hours of riding in the car,
ReplyDeleteMoving to a place I’ve been to before
From Tennessee we are very far,
I groan, but we still have a lot more.
Tennessee to Colorado is a big change,
But really, I have been back and forth
So for me it’s not very strange
But still, it’s far from the north
I am 10 years old at the time,
It is halfway through 4th grade,
When I ride in the car it feels like a crime
With me, the prisoner, betrayed
But now, in High School,
That ride has been outshone
It doesn’t seem very cruel
But that is because I’ve grown
New friends are made
Old ones are lost
And Tennessee begins to fade
With recent memories embossed
I never think of going back
And my entire family has shown
That we never will have to repack,
And from that groan I truly have grown!
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ReplyDeleteThe loch at the Lock
ReplyDeleteWho would have guessed that the thing with great worth
Is right in plain sight and down to earth
To guard this great treasure one uses a lock
The country of Scotland protects this round the clock
This mystery is that there is a lake
That holds the most famous and largest sea snake
Many people proclaim that this loch is haunted
People ponder and winder but real action is unwanted
Legend says that the monster is colossal
When it rises for feeding, the people feel a great jostle
Whether you believe this story as a myth or a fact
Your secret’s safe with me as strong as a pact
The Creak from the Creek
ReplyDeleteThere is a place
I love to go
But rarely find the time
If you are quiet
And listen real close
You can hear the creak from the creek
With sticks and stones
Along the bank
And pebbles perfect to throw
The birds all sing
While the water trickles by
You can feel the calmness around you
Although it is far
In my heart it is near
And I will never forget the times
When I’ve sat with my toes
In the sand on the shore
Listening as the creek passes by
It’s been awhile
Since I’ve been back
And my heart yearns to return
In the night
I dream of going back
To this place I’ve always loved
You see, it's really difficult to live by the sea.
ReplyDeleteWhen you're afraid of the water, like me.
I run a lighthouse, not to be taken lightly.
It's the tourists that really terrify me
Every time I see a pail, I instantly begin to pale
And oh boy, then I start to fail.
The lights go out when the tourists come
And BAM the boats get overrturned
I guess it's called "dead man's rock" for a reason.
Strolling along the waters edge
ReplyDeleteThe water rising up and just nipping at my toes
The crisp autumn breeze swirling the leaves through the air
Red, Orange, and Yellow whooshing everywhere around me
I walk to the figure towering in front of me
Its white paint faded, chipped and worn way
Perching atop the lifeguard stand I stare out at the ocean in front of me
Vast and endless it keeps on moving
Crashing its waves on the shore
Just like it did all summer
When the sun beat down on the sunbathers
Children screams of delight
And the sound of bikes rattling against the wood of the boardwalk
That was the soundtrack to our summer
We listened to it over and over as the hours passed.
And even though the season is changing
It remains my favorite tune and I can still hear it in my head
I can listen to it for hours, the soundtrack to our summer.
How can it be
ReplyDeleteThat a word that bothers me
Is also a name
That means nothing the same?
How can it be
That a bug that makes kids flee
Is also someone very dear
Kind, loving, fun and sincere?
How can it be
That a grotesque banshee
Is also associated with
One who bakes pies full of Granny Smiths?
How can it be
Something that eats debris
Is sometimes compared
To a woman who always cared?
How can it be
A gal from the same family tree
Resembles another word
Which is much less preferred?
How can it be
That a creepy crawly ant
Sounds the same
As a nice, lovable aunt?
The clouds were starting to roll in
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It made me feel blue
And if you were here to see how hard it blew
Maybe you would be blue too
The rain started and the sky turned black
It made everything seem sad and dark
Everything feels better when the sky is blue
The birds are out and the sun is shining, but that is not how it is today
The wind blew harder and thunder crashed
Locked up at home with family and hot coco
Maybe the darkness is not so bad
I looked out the winder and realized the rain was beautiful
Steam rose off the streets, everything was so peaceful
The smell was overwhelming and brought back fond memories of childhood
As I watched the rain come down, and as the wind blew the leaves,
I saw a rainbow, and suddenly I didn’t feel so blue
I decided to ascent down that mountain
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Without Any Help
From anyone
My heart is beating
out of my chest
My brain is spinning
out of control
Butterflies fill up my chest
at an alarming rate
I don't know if I can do this
I stare down at my brother
And his friend.
And his other friend.
They glare at me.
Why can't I do this
Even my little brother
was able to finish this
with ease.
Remorse fills my brain
Why did I assent
to ascent down this mountain?
if this is what I fear the most
The school of fish took debate
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Than the bait started baiting the fish
When the fine particles of the fine fowl warmed the mouth of the foul, greasy guerilla- fish
Then the greasy gorilla fisher grinned and got the catch of a lifetime to add to his cach of his lifetime.
He wasn’t expecting a fine from the coast guard, as he was rather far from the coast they were supposed to be guarding
But this finer finally got his goat, which he had to sell to keep seeing seals and getting sealed collectable fish seals.
So as this greasy guerilla- fish pecked at from the bait which had abated, he flexed and flew towards the greasy, gorilla fisher who happened to have the flu.
So, he was too busy sneezing and thinking of his icy wife Flo when he hit an ice floe, with the greasy, guerrilla- fish flowing towards him
What happened to these greasy guys?
They ended up singing together, singing the play Grease in Greece.
Minced I have many
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but once came a time
with a confusion too great
Incomprehensible,
it didn't make sense
something just so odd,
it put me on edge
Why would one do this,
I could not figure
it was all so awkward
and it brought me to a loss of words
At the end of the recipe
it said to mince that which I have never,
For the last line read,
mince the mints
And forever I remained in a cloud of confusion
When my parents saw the A on my wikipaper
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when I heard this i celebrated, saying,
"Why not Canada?"
My family got tickets and climbed on the plane
Flying to the place where people say Eh
When we stepped outside enveloped in coats
the cold bypassed all layers and hit like a truck
We went to a hockey game and what do you know
Mike Cammaleri had an A on his jersey
I asked the guy in front of me what that meant
He said, "He's alternate captain, cool Eh?"
Now I was sad, my team had lost
and all I had to do was reflect
I got an A, went to the place of Eh,
saw and A, heard an Eh
A weird story Eh?
High and High
ReplyDeleteThe 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,
“My gosh, my gosh, oh gosh, am I high!
Now pigeon go! Be free and fly high!”
Once I was camping out in the wild.
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We went on a hike quite far out of sight,
When we got back late it was already night.
We set up our tent under a tree,
To get away from the blowing debris.
In the middle of the night I suddenly awoke,
To the pounding of footsteps next to the oak
That morning our foodsack was thrown to the ground,
It looked like the carnage of a great big hound.
Then we realized it was a bear,
Because the size of its tracks were pretty fair.
As we went canoeing later the day,
We say the bear looking for fish fillet.
We ducked our heads inside our canoes,
Wishing we would have vacationed in Santa-Cruz.
The bear finally left after we held our breath,
We felt as strong as great Macbeth.
We paddled back quickly and headed for camp.
Our arms were exhausted we needed some Amp.
After hot temperatures our trip should end,
Our shirts went off so the heat we could fend.
On our way out we met the great beast,
Up close his size had really increased.
We were quite scared,
When his big eyes flared.
My friend threw a stick.
And the bear gave him a kick.
A park ranger came and scared the beast away.
The park ranger explained he was looking for a fiancée.
We learned our lesson that day about the wild,
when you’re bare and see a bear never be a child.
In a small English town, a man spoke to the gods,
ReplyDeleteBut really he hid, behind his lies and facades.
He told of the future, and what was lying in wait,
But truly he was thinking of a silly false fate.
No one knew of his payment through the town’s holy chapel,
So he kept on his babble of the red sin-filled apple.
The people believed him, and all of his words,
They devoted all to him, and listened in herds.
“Listen here children, of all families and faces!
I’ll tell you the words, of our mighty god’s graces!
He’s spoke to me, he has! And told me what to do!
Now gather ‘round I’ll tell you, and you’ll know it too!”
But soon people suspected he was just full of guff,
And started to question him, and calling his bluff.
One night an old man was lucky enough,
To see the prophet enter, after his preaching and stuff.
He saw the man enter the church empty-handed,
Only to see him exit, with his coin purse expanded.
“Oy there! I’ve caught yah, you sneaky lyin’ bum!
I’ll tell the townsfolk, they’ll beat you like a drum!”
So he told the townsfolk, they stoned him to death,
They hurled at him rocks, until his very last breath.
Today the story is known, in the English town of Hoffet,
Of the scum-sucking man, who was a prophet for profit.
The odd one always did his job
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Received nothing in return
This seemed fair at the time
The smiles went unnoticed
The witty comments ignored
Went on silently
Until one day he cracked
An eerie sight
Everyone stopped and stared
Stared at the odd one
Stared at this mess
It was really a wonder
How it ended this way
This shouldn’t have happened
Shouldn’t have even started
The odd one not there today
Merely changed?
No
Just gone
Not a question was asked
Not a query expressed
I suppose this was to be expected
There was never much appreciation
Appreciation for the smiling faces
For the unique ways
Of this fabulous being
The end was so obviously near
Why did no one stop the madness?
Why was he given no place to run?
How could the world be so cruel
To one who gave so much?
Again, we stared
But in a much different way
The awed one long gone
Never again to be odd
The girls walked down the hallway
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So nasty, so cruel
They owned the whole school
As they strut down the hall
All kids back away
Anxious to get out of their way
Popular, charming, and oh so smart
The most feared group in school
The clique with the clicking heels
Where would I like to be
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Why none other than the beach!
Oh how I wish that I could reach,
The place where I wish to go
The sunny sun,
The scorching sand
I hold right in the palm of my hand
But the sun is hot
In my vacant spot
So I look for a place away from the land
And there I see, a big beech tree
It gives me shade, so perfectly
So go to the beach
And sit under a beech
And I swear right away,
You’ll have a perfect day
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ReplyDelete*Please note that a Pyknic is a short stubby man who has a fat neck and short limbs.
ReplyDeleteA Picnic with a Pyknic
For 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
The Faux Foe
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When knights still rode the land,
I witnessed a silly battle,
With a fake robber band.
This brave band of robbers,
Were really not robbers at all,
But merely tax collectors,
collecting overdue taxes from the fall.
The knights that had persued them,
Had toiled twenty days or more.
And now found the "robbers"
At their own castle door.
The leader of the knights,
Called to the villian, "En Garde!"
The tax collectors, being frightened,
Were chased 'round the castle yard.
The King heard the commotion,
And went to check it out.
And was astounded when he saw,
What the noise was all about.
The King was furious! He ordered the knights,
To pay him ten galleons apiece,
But, what's worse, the knight's faux foe,
(The tax collectors), gave them a 10% increase.
I noticed something strange while lying on my hammock
ReplyDeleteThere was an unarranged spontaneously appearing hummock
I started walking up the small slope
And what did I find but an antelope
Why would an antelope be right here
They lived on the other side of the ocean, I hear
I asked it, “what is this creature I face?”
It said, “I am a deer with horns on my face.”
I have done a lot of mean acts
But this was the worst: I killed it with an axe
I killed it, very hard I did beat
Its blood looked like the juice of a beet
But right after I killed it, the hummock did choose
To make another antelope, and this one chews
I knew I could not win, so I walked off that hummock
And then I returned to the comfort of my hammock.
I remembered once there was a time,
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I loved to say these aloud,
But i was never allowed.
Before i was told to quit,
I was always looking for a hit.
People would stand and be awed,
For i was quite odd.
Then that teacher said
"If you don't stop your dead!"
I wanted to move to a new site,
But then i remembered to cite,
The most important peom of all,
Sticks and Stones may break my Bones, but words will never hurt me.
And I told that teacher that i would raise,
And he could not raize,
my hopes and dreams!
I walked down the street,
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It was a pretty little coin,
With not a single mark on it.
It looked quite safe,
And very clean,
So I decided,
To take it for me.
I picked it up,
And put it in my pocket,
Sometimes checking,
To make sure I hadn’t dropped it.
Then I passed,
A quiet little Quoin,
And I had to figure,
What to do with my coin.
If you know what to do,
You can help me out,
So I’ll have no need to pout.
I’ll give it to you,
Using a coin, in a small quoin.
Affect effect
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They need to be different
To influence and to change
I am affected
There is now something different inside me
And the effect of this all is a new person
There is a difference in the two
A change and a cause
Is all that’s needed
Maybe a spark
Or a light
Maybe a star in the night
There is a rhythm to it all
And I’m affected to the effect of it all
Untouched by all expression
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I had to find a path
Exposure to fate’s wrath
Let myself become
The beating of the drum
It helps
I’m finding me
But only in mi
The answer
Music