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Jack L Martin Aug 23
I say unto you with a sniveling snarl,

Will you go on and be friends with an owl?

Why, YES! I said boldly with a pompety grin

My new owl friend will be lucky and win!

He will hoot and toot a most beautiful song

He will win a singing contest and sing all day long

We will take all his winnings and spend it on mead

We'll sing, drink and be merry, indeed!

we'll capture a horse and dress it in tweed

then ride to the sunset on our horse named, "Sardine!"

Sardine might get hungry so we'll feed him some ****

We'll lay down to rest on a bed that's unkempt

We'll wake in the morning to see Sardine's fate

Sardine has died from starvation this date

The sorrow we feel is so hard to beat

So opon his flesh we started to eat

w'ell pair it with taters all mashed in a pan

we'll eat up our dinner as fast as we can

but hold on a second, how silly are we!

We tripped on some mushrooms we found on a tree!

our minds started swirling and twirling; so dizzy!

my owl friend shrieked and then started to tizzy

he gouged out my eyes and laughed at my pain

I fell to the ground and made peace with my name

for I never did say from whence I came

cause stories like this are not easy to tame

I lay here in misery, my friend's not to blame

It's all in my head, this silly word game
Autumn Fyre Jun 30
I've never been great at poetry;
The process always fails for me.
While mister Poe and Shakespeare last,
My writing ends up in the trash.

Their writing style, lost with age,
Their wisdom hid in ev'ry page,
The glory given where it's due -
These are things I cannot do.

My writing's forced; theirs doth flow.
I say it blunt; they say it slow.
Those areas that bless and move
Are places where I can't improve.

So why, with my lack of skill,
Do I keep on writing still?
With such a hopeless case as this,
You'd think I would already quit!

There was a time when I did -
My desk was shut; my pen was hid.
Then something occurred to me
Which changed it all instantly.

If Dr. Seuss had Shakespeare tried,
And Mr. Poe glorified,
And given up in dismay,
We wouldn't have his books today.

So keep on writing how you do
With that style unique to you.
Put your mind into use
(You just might be another Seuss)!
Mary-Eliz Apr 12
Stacks of letters
saying "no"

rejection can be
such a blow

most every writer
has some

even Dr. Seuss
though he had a chum

that's how the book
expressed it

when they said
who would have
guessed it

he'd pleaded
to so many

said maybe
ten or twenty

supposed to make
for less regrets

bid you continue
in your


then they drop the boom
bring you back your gloom

they go on to say
in these very terms

he bumped into a "chum"
who worked
for a publishing firm
I have a book on how to get children's books published. I thought this passage was so ironic. They were trying to say "even Dr. Seuss" had been rejected X number of times (wasn't all that many). When they went on to tell about his "chum" it seemed they were saying "even Dr. Seuss had to KNOW somebody." LOL
I don’t want to watch Jurassic Park.

I do not want to in the dark.
I would not like to with a shark.
I don’t want to with - or without - popcorn.
Though I know I risk your outraged scorn!

Fifty times we’ve watched this same **** thing.
How do you now not find this totes boring?

What I wouldn’t give to bring back Frozen!
At least you limited that to a dozen.

Or Trolls was cute - let’s get out Trolls!
<Did you just say - that’s not how you rolls?!?>

The Lorax, Moana, Shaun the Sheep - or Wall-E?
Shrek or Up or any Toy Story?
Ice Age - Or maybe Horton Hears a Who?
Surfs Up - or even Despicable Me 2?

I totally get it, kid - I’m not inhuman.
I even dig it when that dinosaur eats Newman.
But think of all choices that are not this one!
Something new or different could be more fun!

So what do you say...let’s collaborate
And come up with something we both won’t hate.
Compromise is a great lesson for you to learn...

What’s that you say?
Grrr you’re right...I DID say it’s YOUR turn.
A couple days late for Seuss day... but still had to share.  Also I’m a total hypocrite e as I remember watching Wayne’s World almost every day in college one year! :)
Kadie Dean Feb 19
Be yourself
There is no one else
Be who you are
and say what you feel,
because those who mind don't matter,
and those who matter don't mind
And I don’t mind

I guess I Shouldn’t
cry because it's over,
But  smile because it happened
It might overcome the sadness,
But i never quite escape the nostalgia…

How do you live,
With these broken memories in your head,
And happy feelings in your heart?

No one ever listens
How do I move on with the weight of my past on my back,
The comfort so welcoming
I always cry
Over the things that don’t matter

Hiding the hurt,
hiding the pain,

Hiding the tears that fell like rain…
So long ago, and yet,
Time is weird in my head
Nostalgic feelings
Taylah Sep 2017
One Person
Two Person
White Person
Black Person

Asian Person
Indian Person
Old Person
New Person

This one has no food to eat,
This one has a war to beat.
Say! What a lot of people there are.

Some are dead,
Some have no bed,
Some even have no roof over their head.

But why are they
Separated from each other?
I wouldn’t know,
Go ask another.

Some are thin,
Some are tall,
Some are fat,
And some can even be quite small.

From there to here, from here to there.
Trump wants to create walls,
So, we can’t travel anywhere.

To get water,
Some have to travel,
Barefoot, on sharp gravel.
For miles and miles
They have to travel.

White, Black, White, Black.
White, Black, White, Black.
All distinguished from the colour of their back.

Some have two friends,
Some have one,
Some have ten friends,
Some have none.

Where do we come from?
A long, long way.
From a war place,
Come here to be safe.

We see them come,
We see them go.
Some come legally,
Some come by boat.

Some are tall,
And some are short.
We’re all different,
But we’re all human.
Yet, we’re singled out,
Just because we’re men or women.

Is it okay to scream and shout?
*******, Straight, Bi or ***.
Is it good to call someone out?
Did you think it was okay?

Black, White, Old, New,
***, Straight, Man, Woman,
Asian, Indian, American, African,
Don’t you realise we’re all human?

It’s not a reason to be rude,
Just because I am different to you.
Inspired/ Based off Dr Seuss' One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish.
Imagine just how life might be
Without the old apostrophe
That humble punctuator we
Should deem to not be necess’ry

Of course, in all sincerity
We’d go on with what’s custom’ry
Just using them, so flippantly
From ** Chi Minh to *** Paree

A punctuation KGB
Would roam the streets incessantly
And persecute those, foolishly
Who slip one in ’twixt N and T

For every single time that we
Should use that little ******, you see
Shall cost us, it will not be free
We’ll pay a high apostrofee

As months do pass, eventually
The use of an apostrophe
Becomes rare as a butterflee
Forgotten most entirely

With passing years, we’d eagerly
Write words in their entirety
Remarking, “is it not so twee
That words are not perfunctory?”

Our compromised efficiency
Would bother neither you nor me
And so arrives the time that we
Will make the world apostrofree.
Andrew Jun 2017
Paralyzed by the flight
Without electronics
I feel sad to leave you
But no histrionics

One thing I know
As we become friends
You need something certain
You need to know how it ends

Not in the big picture
Nor in the small
In the everyday nonsense
That flummoxes us all

I'm super efficient
And competent as well
I don't think you know this
Our circumstances weren't swell

I do what I say
I say what I do
I speak mostly the truth
Kind of like you

I thought there was wifi
But then there was none
There weren't even films
On a flight, that's not fun

Speaking of liking
Speaking of love
You are one great person
The one I'm thinking of

Being who he wasn't
Could become who he wanted to be
I'm lost in our affair
And not sure who is me

I think it's the best
We met in the end
After 40+years of our lives
To find a best friend

How it goes forward?
I know it's not easy
We'll be so far apart
Distance becomes cheesy

I love you a lot
And that's no lie
You are the best my Super
Let's be friends until we die
Notes on a love affair that could never work.
Dream Fisher May 2017
"Stop writing" says one-half of my mind
"Just quit it's a useless skill, just biding your time."
While the other half tells me to get back on my grind
Not using what you have is like the sighted walking blind
I'm the head case that got thrown into chaotic box
With a fox in socks, but I've got a lot of time on my hands
With all these rusty old clocks, just ask Mr. Knox.
He'd say I'm still off my rocker,
Been a poet since skeletons started stalking,
Been writing since the doors got so jammed, they stopped locking.

So judge me, we aren't seeing through the same eyes
On streets where eventually it all dies
I've been my own therapist, philosopher, psychologist.
All I've got is the skin on my back, I gave away my clothes
No one knows where this rabbit hole goes
I bring shame to even hatters being this mad
You'll need a lizard with a ladder to climb to the mindset I've had
Welcoming all into my Wonderland.

I'd grab the devil by the horns
Just to say I rode that bull
Never born legends, but molded to heroes
Life chisels  children to men in seconds
Beckoning demons, only time will tell your battle
With beetles in bottles or a half-million headed hydra
The sword is yours, own that fight, own the right
To go out into that good night
Allen Faust Sep 2016
Imagine a world you create all your own, right down to the sinew, blood, and the bone.

Now how would you rule this whole world anew, populated by no one apart from you?

Would you make others to not feel amiss, feel the warmth of a hug or the gift of a kiss?

Or remain all alone, to avoid all the hurt. To grow bitter and cold finding hate to exert?

Now me, I don't know, but I know I'd prefer to live life beside others just as they were.
Poem, comments are appreciated!
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