Poetry and musings of a zany Mormon girl who is very proud of her Erda roots.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Silly Poems


Halloween

Gargoyle masks and super capes
Look around for spooky shapes
Tip-toe flutter with fairy wings
Scary, funny, or crazy things

Tricks or treats as the case may be
Pull a prank and then you flee
Sneak around as a bad-luck black cat
Or seek for blood as a vampire bat

Cut a jack-o-lantern smile
Kids run rampant for a while
Sugar rush and then the crash
Mom and Dad sift through the stash

. . .
Duck Boy

Duck boy of the Botany pond
Eats only snails found out on the lawn
His teeth are all covered in snail slime and shells
His friends have forgotten this boy whose breath smells
Upon his head no more hair will grow
For it has become a fine feathered fro
His toes are all webbed from swimming about
A beak has replaced his fine human snout
And why has this happened, do you suppose?
Do you think this life is the one that he chose?
Be sure to walk quickly, don't linger to stare
Or perhaps in the morning you will find feathers, not hair...

. . .

Lies

I once met a girl with glass in her eyes
she said that it helped to decipher truth from lies
Suppose for a minute, perhaps, that it could...
But I think she'd get tired of not seeing as she should

. . .

Lucy Goosey
lucy goosey ate a moosey
but the moose didn't care cause it ate up all her hair
and now the bald goosey is very full of moosey

. . .
Happy 21st Birthday
Golf and alcohol don't mix
And that's why I don't drink and drive
Because, good grief, I'd knock out my teeth
And have to kiss my smile goodbye

. . .

Don't Work Too Hard...
Over strung and stringing out, panties in a twist
Flipping out and flipping in, never have been kissed
Over stressed and under slept, always in a rush
Freaking out and staying in, did I forget to brush?
Over sung and under done, another for the list
Fancies seem to take the cake, another class was missed
Over worked and under paid, working anyway
Finally finish out the week, I guess it went OK

. . .

Sing

Becoming who you want to be
At a molasses pace
Can’t you see?
Take off your blind glasses
You’re not Clark Kent
You’re Superman
And it’s time to fly
Run, leap towards the sky,
Let go of the ground
You can fly

Sing your new song
It’s a tune that you know
From a time not long gone
A time beyond remembering
Because it lies inside you
Under the skin
Within the within
It’s a tune that you know
So sing your new song
The song so old it makes the
Earth young again
Inside of your song

Becoming who you always were
But couldn’t know until
You knew what no one knew
You knew the true you
The one who lives inside
Who’s waited for you to live
Who’s the source of all your living
Let go of the ground
You can fly

Sing your new song
It’s a tune that you know
For a time that is now
A time worth remembering
The song is inside you
Under the skin
Within the within
It’s a tune that you know
So sing your new song
The song so old it makes the
Earth young again
Inside of your song



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