Poetry update

Rowena these are the poems I promised to post for you. When I have more time I will post some more. I think the last really fits for what we were talking about at the restaurant tonight. Oh and Happy Birthday Raven you crazy bird! Tomorrow is Halloween and at least the kids have costumes...sorta :)


Exercise

Thinking about exercise
I eat instead
Feeling out of shape
I stay in bed
Huffing and puffing
after a walk to school
Wheezing and gasping
I feel like a fool
So I resolve to do better
and sit at my computer reading forums

Time Bomb

Dessert
that forgotten
time bomb
Enters
with sweet
smiles
and departs
within your thighs

Curse in Rhyme

Having a lightening bolt form the blue
crash into the tremulous brew
As I stir and I chant
the nasty goblin's rant
A vixen so fair
shall soon have no hair
And the love of her life
will gain a new wife
nothing is so sublime
as a curse done in rhyme

The Door

The door swings open
little feet pad in
A tube of toothpaste
has its destiny begin
A quiet hush that
spells only doom
As a sudden squeal reveals
toothpaste all over the bathroom
Time for some locks for
the hallway doors - sigh!

Conundrum

A poorly worded choice
A loopholed agreement
An offhanded direction
A misunderstood opinion
A poet who can not rhyme
A poem that is a crime
A mindboggling adventure
A hole in space and time
A conundrum for the readers

A piece of Orcish Pie

A piece of Orcish Pie
Sliced a mile high
My stomach burst
from the awful wurst
and now I think I'll die

Ducky

I'm a little ducky
Short and Quacky
Wading in a pond
Waddling along
And eating a frond
this poem is too long

Dripping

Dripping drip drip drip
I feel like I could slip
into a tiny black hole
as long as it was cold
And not about to ship
me to a slaver's whip
where I would be sold
like a young foal
on an auctioneer's chip
to be made into dip
It is too hot to be bold
So I will try to be a mole

Camping

Camping is an adventure
that should be left outside
With the outhouses so far away
that you have to run and hide
Oh how I long for the pleasure
of burnt food on a stick
and grimy hands full of dirt
and that new blouse they do pick
Sand that finds inconvenient places
to make you shift and frown
As the sun reddened skin
must be slathered down
But camping is an adventure
that should be endured
at least once a year by everyone
so no one becomes inured
So thank you nature for allowing me
to feed the mosquitoes and other bugs
As I try to leave my smallest footprint
on your greatest of all green rugs

Name Plate

I am not beautiful
Though some say I am pretty
I am not a good person
Though sometimes I am kind
I am not a bad person
Though I can be horribly mean
What kind of person am I?

I like the flowers that bloom in the fall
I really hate having to make phone calls
If I was a shoe I would be too tight
If I was a colour I would be too light
I do not like being so plain
Nor do I like being in pain
Where do my feelings say I am I?

I only play around in games
Though I want to see reality
I only walk in the mornings
Though I need more exercise
I only talk about the inane
Though I cry and cry and cry
Who is the person I try to make me I?

I like to look around and watch the sky
I hate to be looked at and I can't tell why
If I was an animal I would be a skunk
If I was a plant I would a tree trunk
I do not like to make a scene
Yet I am constantly so mean
When will I find this person called I?

I am not an intellectual
Though some say I am smart
I am not an athletic person
Though I can run when needed
I am not a musical person
Though it plays a big part in my life
Why do I deny the one I named I?

I like to express myself in poems
I hate to use things not pre-formed
If I was a cartoon I would be canceled
If I was a room I would not be paneled
I do not like to say I am nice
But life sometimes treats me like ice
How do I find out about myself, I?

The answers are never easy to see
It is in the seeking that will please
And eventually you will locate
The one written on your name plate.