The day after Christmas
the magic is gone
I know it's still Christmas
but it's time to move on.
A new year is starting
and soon it will be
time for the trashmen
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Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
Sunday, December 13, 2015
Day 347 - Molehill (a poem) - 12/13/2015
Today's Thing-a-Day is...
Molehill
Molehill
Mountain to be
All due to
Over sens-i-tivity
With feelings hurt
starting wars and stuff
sometimes "I'm sorry"
isn't enough.
Molehill
words said
sticks, stones, and dirt
hearts pinned to the
sleeves of our shirts.
When done wrong
we get irate
and then tend to
exaggerate.
Molehill
Molehill
trampled down
Flame burnt out.
It's just ground.
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Day 324 - FB Politics! (a poem!) - 11/22/2015
Today's Thing-a-Day Thing is a poem!
I have no grand delusion
that I'll cause a revolution
I barely have the constitution
even for a slight intrusion
or to cause you mild confusion.
No waver in your resolution.
So I reiterate as a conclusion
I won't cause a revolution.
The "tion" words started coming to mind and I realized it was a poem.
Then I realized it was about how facebook politics are dumb and just get everyone angry.
I also realized I did not use most of these in my "tion" song:
Sunday, November 15, 2015
Day 317 - CatTails (a poem) 11/15/2015
Today's Thing-a-Day is a poem about cattails!
CatTails when broken
burst forth seeds
But Cat Tails when broken
make you burst forth bleeds.
Thursday, November 12, 2015
Day 314 - Potted Meats! (a poem) - 11/12/2015
Today's Thing-a-Day Thing is a poem.
Potted Meats!
Pot that Meat!
A salty, foamy, tasty Treet!
It comes out with a sucking sound
it's the best meat lump around!
Get a mouthful of the stuff
and chew the cool, wet mass of fluff!
Are you sure one can will be enough?
Meat!
Meat!
Don't think about Feet!
Feet got smells you don't wanna eat!
Pot that Meat!
Pot it good!
Pot it well!
You know you should!
Eat it! Eat it!
Potted Meat it!
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
Day 305 - Soap Dish! (a poem) - 11/3/2015
Today's Thing is a word-sound poem. Let's see how this goes:
Soap Dish
Soup Dish
Super Dish
Supper Dish
Summer Dish
Some of This
Some Love This
Psalm Love Mist
Palm Olive Whisk
Pamela Wish
Ham a la Squish
Slam Wanda Fish
Ram Gondola Twist
Nintendo!
...
Soap Dish.
Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Day 296 - French Stewart, Neighbor (a poem/would-be song) - 10/25/2015
Today's Thing-a-Day Thing is:
I betcha French Stewart would be a good neighbor
if he ever moved into the house next door.
He'd lend you his tools or a whole bag of sugar
and bring you treats back from his trip to the store.
Keep his TV and music at reasonable volumes
clean driveway and sidewalks and manicured lawn.
He'd keep his nose out of your private business
and look after your pets whenever you're gone.
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He'd bring covered dishes to community potlucks
from his Grandma's recipes, masterfully prepared
handed down from each generation
Stewart family "secrets" he's willing to share.
At Christmas time, of course, he'd play Santa
because, after all, he's an actor by trade.
From "3rd Rock From the Sun" to "Home Alone 3"
he's been a sensation in each part he's played.
He's such a good actor he steals every show
why, he could be EVIL, and we'd never know.
A twinkle in his eye and winning smile could hide
that his heart's shriveled up and rotten inside.
He could have dark secret motives, I guess...
... but I STILL think, he'd be a good neighbor nonetheless.
Day 294 - Me, Myself and... (a poem/would-be song) - 10/23/2015
Here's a Thing:
The world's the worst it's ever been
Our cultures turning more obscene
It's enough to make your face turn green
Everyone only loves "Me, Myself, and Irene"!
Me, Myself, and Irene, Me, Myself, and Irene
When the DVD ends push play ageen
If films were a college, it'd be the Dean!
Me, Myself, and Irene
With Jim Carrey muggin' in every scene
Rene Zelwegger is now our Queen!
The Farrelly Brothers mastered the silver screen
with Me, Myself, and Irene!
Me, Myself, and Irene, Me, Myself, and Irene
When the DVD ends push play ageen
If films were a college, it'd be the Dean!
Me, Myself, and Irene
All the tiny tots eating strained green beans
love Me, Myself, and Irene!
All the hepcat tweens in their skinny jeans
love Me, Myself, and Irene!
And the senior team with their AARP zines
love Me, Myself, and Irene!
Me, Myself, and Irene, Me, Myself, and Irene
When the DVD ends push play ageen
If films were a college, it'd be the Dean!
Me, Myself, and Irene
May be a song some day. All the words at the ends of rhyme lines that don't rhyme with Irene would be said as if they do rhyme with Irene.
Sunday, October 18, 2015
Day 289 - Jurassic Poem! - 10/18/2015
Dinosaurs!
Dinosaurs!
Michael Crichton wrote a book about
Dinosaurs!
They made it into a movie
and then three more!
A cane-toting, white haired old man
has a brand new dino plan!
But Jeff Goldblum's here to foil it
when Newman gets et off a toilet!
Two little kids crouched on the floor!
Velociraptors knocking on the door!
The audience jumped, scared in the dark!
Weird Al parodied MacArthur Park!
Then two more films, but enough of that
'cuz next comes a big eyeful of Chris Pratt!
It's a killer flick, I bet
I have to admit I haven't seen it yet.
Day 288 - Books Taught Me (a poem) - 10/17/2015
Veruca Salt wants it now!
Willa Cather and the plow!
Atticus Finch
Saved the day in a pinch!
And Lenny wants to hear about the rabbits.
Monday, October 5, 2015
Day 275 - Snacks (Poem) - 10/4/2015
SPAM, Treet, Hamdingers
Twinkies, Cloud Cakes, Dreamies, Zingers
Doritos, Cheetos, chili cheese Fritos.
Ring Pops, Push Pops, Blo Pops, Dum-Dums,
Cheez Doodles, Pork Rinds, Cheese Balls, Funyuns.
pez, Pez, PEz, PEZ!!!!
Sunday, October 4, 2015
Day 274 - A Nation Weeps - 10/2/2015
Thoughts and Prayers
Likes and Shares
and still
we continue to do nothing.
Friday, September 25, 2015
Day 267 - Scared Monsters (a poem) - 9/25/2015
Today's Thing-a-Day is a would-be MisterSeth song!
It's all about monsters being scared.
Here's a better picture of the monster.
Here are the words:
It's all about monsters being scared.
Here's a better picture of the monster.
Here are the words:
When Monsters get scared
what do they do?
Do their eyes tear up?
Do they cry Boo Hoo?
Do they growl and grunt
and get ready to fight?
Do they bare their fangs
and take a bite?
Do they hide their eyes
and cover their head?
Do they cower in the closet
or dive under the bed?
Do they shiver and shake?
Do they quiver and quake?
Do they get a sudden stomach ache?
Do they run away?
Do they scare you back?
Do they spill their salty monster snacks?
Do they laugh and say "hey that was neat!"?
Or trip over their stinky monster feet?
I'd like to know what a monster would do.
So the next time you see one yell out a "Boo!"
I hope to add music and make a song some time.
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
Day 265 - How I Feel - 9/23/2015
Today, this:
How I Feel
I feel like
I don't know
how I feel.
If I knew
I'd tell you
but...
Today's gone
it's way
and there's not
much else to say.
I feel like
I feel.
I still don't understand
the appeal of professional sports.
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Day 257 - Halloween Spider (a poem) - 9/15/2015
Scary spider, spun your web
over my pumpkin patch,
The summer season's on the ebb
you watch over this batch.
this batch.
you watch over this batch.
Your solemn guard you stand.
'til Halloween and pumpkins picked
May your web stay strong, each strand
and all of the insects tricked.
'sects tricked.
and all of the insects tricked.
But are your intents unscrupulous?
Your form a fright to see.
I don't mind you being poisonous
if you stay off of me.
of me.
Just stay the fuck off of me.
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
Day 251 - Wayward Little Soot Sprite (a poem) - 9/9/2015
Today's Thing:
Wayward Little Soot Sprite
Floating near the roof
darkening the corners
and giving me the proof
of other things out there
of which we're unaware
behind the ceiling fan blades
and underneath the stairs.
It's gently floating downwards
and wafting about my head
filling me with wonder
excitement and some dread.
For Soot Sprites only stick around your house
if you're not good at heart.
To mock, bother, and torment you
and tear your house apart.
But it just keeps on floating
and bobbing up and down
tapping up against the texturing
and skimming o'er the ground.
I guess it just wants to hang out
take a break, relax
nestled on the Couch
and eating Soot Sprite snacks.
I quite like the little guy
and our time, together spent
I quite like his company,
but wish he'd pay more rent.
Thursday, August 27, 2015
Day 238 - Poem - 8/27/2015
Today's Thing-a-Day Thing is a poem.
(Pic Below From Internet)
Poem.
Box.
Salad.
Haw.
Hotel.
Hate.
School.
Statler.
Brothers.
Bear.
Boo.
Bored.
Riff.
Roar.
Box.
Monday, August 17, 2015
Day 228 - A Sporting Poem! - 8/17/2015
Today's Thing-a-Day Thing is a poem about Sportsingmanship!
Sporting Poem!
Bat!
Bat!
Bat!
Balls Balls!
Bases!
Balls!
Tee!
Ball!
Glove!
Hit!
Score!
Run!
Points!
Balls!
Team!
Spirit!
Balls!
Bats again!
Match!
Time Out!
...
Ball!
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Day 223 - Bandy About! - 8/12/2015
Today's Thing-a-Day Thing is a new picture and poem!
BANDY ABOUT!
When your mind is filled with doubt
Bandy About!
When you're veering off your route
Bandy About!
If you don't feel you're bolstered,
for your life-long roller coaster,
like Wonder Bread in a toaster
Bandy About!
If you've clipped back all your clout
Bandy About!
When your happy barrel's tapped out
Bandy About!
When your mental coil's unreeling
and your stopped short by the ceiling
when you're not sure what you're feeling
Bandy About!
Bandy About!
...
Bandy About!
...
Bandy About!
Bandy About!
Bandy About!
Friday, August 7, 2015
Day 218 - Self - 8/7/2015
Today's Thing:
Self
I am my self
I'm always me.
If I wasn't
who would I be?
When I don't feel
my self I wonder
"Who am I now?"
and torn asunder.
I'm still me
and yet I'm not
How could it be
my self forgot.
When my self has
emptied out
from mistakes, anxiety
fear and doubt
I try to fill my
self up again.
And when I talk
to family and friends.
They say I should not
get too full
of my self, but
I say "bull!"
I trust the people
I know and love
but who else would I
be full of?
That's called cannibalism.
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