I've been consuming books
like a tired traveler devours food and conversation
at a rest stop
re-reading words to uncover new meanings
like a person repeats their steps
to find their keys
delving into simile and metaphor
as someone who purports themselves
a writer
and as all the pages go by
the minutes evacuate space
without my knowledge
and i slip into a world
imagined by another
a world close to mine
as all of our lives
meet each others
with daily similarities
eradicating loneliness
when realized
Monday, July 29, 2013
Johnny's life
Splish Splash!
In the puddle I sit
In the puddle I stomp
on the ground I stomp.
My head hits the wall.
Thud...
I laugh
My truck hits the wall.
Thud!
Splish Splash
now i'm in the bath -
eyes wide open
looking forward
fighting sleep
life awaits
I am the world
Stomp
Thud.
Hello!
In the puddle I sit
In the puddle I stomp
on the ground I stomp.
My head hits the wall.
Thud...
I laugh
My truck hits the wall.
Thud!
Splish Splash
now i'm in the bath -
eyes wide open
looking forward
fighting sleep
life awaits
I am the world
Stomp
Thud.
Hello!
Monday, July 15, 2013
Mom's Pocket
There are boogers in my pockets
and grapes
maybe the cap of a
milk bottle
rocks and other things
i ask the baby not to eat
so he hands them to me,
as if a wonderful treat
and, they are
treats I mean
everything he gives me
i keep a jar
for rocks that he gives me
and when he's asleep
and restful time awaits
i empty my pockets
throw out the boogers and grapes
and the the rocks go into a
special jar
a jar for rocks
Johnny's treats
that he isn't allowed to eat
but I will keep
and grapes
maybe the cap of a
milk bottle
rocks and other things
i ask the baby not to eat
so he hands them to me,
as if a wonderful treat
and, they are
treats I mean
everything he gives me
i keep a jar
for rocks that he gives me
and when he's asleep
and restful time awaits
i empty my pockets
throw out the boogers and grapes
and the the rocks go into a
special jar
a jar for rocks
Johnny's treats
that he isn't allowed to eat
but I will keep
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Simple Joys by Laurie Molloy
Soft hands
and giant feet -
still smaller than mine,
momentarily-
a moment
gone so quickly,
then another
disappears.
cherish each small breath-
tiny utterances of pieces
of sounds that try
to turn into words
eventually-
one...two...three
the simple starts of speaking
I teach.
he looks at me knowingly
with everything in his mind;
he holds on to whatever
I give him.
and giant feet -
still smaller than mine,
momentarily-
a moment
gone so quickly,
then another
disappears.
cherish each small breath-
tiny utterances of pieces
of sounds that try
to turn into words
eventually-
one...two...three
the simple starts of speaking
I teach.
he looks at me knowingly
with everything in his mind;
he holds on to whatever
I give him.
Saturday, January 12, 2013
Doobles
The Dooble's do
The Dooble's don't
take long naps
wake up at 5
send kindnesses to people
yell or speak cruel words
learn new things
refuse to try
The Dooble's are good
The Dooble's are nice
The Dooble's do
help their neighbors
by being friendly
and doing favors
The Dooble's don't
stay inside
ignore their friends
and cry and hide
The Dooble's are
who we aim to be
happy, heroic,
funny, and free
The Dooble's don't
forget to aim high
The Dooble's do
question why
The Dooble's do
reach for the sky
It's great to be Dooble
so I hope you will
join our Dooble family
We have space to fill
The Dooble's don't
take long naps
wake up at 5
send kindnesses to people
yell or speak cruel words
learn new things
refuse to try
The Dooble's are good
The Dooble's are nice
The Dooble's do
help their neighbors
by being friendly
and doing favors
The Dooble's don't
stay inside
ignore their friends
and cry and hide
The Dooble's are
who we aim to be
happy, heroic,
funny, and free
The Dooble's don't
forget to aim high
The Dooble's do
question why
The Dooble's do
reach for the sky
It's great to be Dooble
so I hope you will
join our Dooble family
We have space to fill
Thursday, January 10, 2013
I hope no one minds
For this poem I took a bunch of facebook status updates and created a found poem
Pat picks
last week's
meatball soup
brushed my teeth
my hair ...
it is
too big
to prosecute
our turn
it's yummy
a bad day it is not
today
is going to be rad
Pat picks
last week's
meatball soup
brushed my teeth
my hair ...
it is
too big
to prosecute
our turn
it's yummy
Saturday, January 5, 2013
I'd Like
i'd like to know
your thoughts on this
i'd like to know
i'd like a kiss
i'd like a day
with nothing to miss
full of life
immersed in bliss
i'd like to know
the answer why?
the days go on
and by and by
and people stay
and others good-bye
and the sun shines
and the sky is black
i'd like to know
if time ends
if time is real
if life is real
i'd like to know
tell me please
what is right
what is wrong
who is right?
anyone...
i'd like to know
your thoughts on this
tell me please
the answer why
your thoughts on this
i'd like to know
i'd like a kiss
i'd like a day
with nothing to miss
full of life
immersed in bliss
i'd like to know
the answer why?
the days go on
and by and by
and people stay
and others good-bye
and the sun shines
and the sky is black
i'd like to know
if time ends
if time is real
if life is real
i'd like to know
tell me please
what is right
what is wrong
who is right?
anyone...
i'd like to know
your thoughts on this
tell me please
the answer why
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