"cootie" poems
Casually caressing
the comedy of life
A child knows not
tragedy’s strife.
There is always another dream
toy or friend
for their fetal-esteem.
They spell their grammar
with candy and curiosity
while maintaining a history
in smile and laughter.
The heroism of Joe
the G.I.
and the beauty of a Barbie
are created impulsively and
fueled by imagination and apple juice.
A bike is not
a means of transportation
but rather
meant to be raced and jumped.
Scooby-Doo
and the ****** Tunes should
rule Saturday mornings
from their throne in the tube.
Monkey bars and playgrounds,
are not merely a facility
to upkeep physical activity.
Instead
it is a kingdom of escape
engineered by make-believe
funded by risk-taking
and motivated by the
eradication of the cootie-plagued
and ****** pickers.
Where did time go,
when these bones grew old
this brain grew dull
and these hands lost their callus?
The world is cruel
for the elder mind.
Yet, for our youthful kin,
Society does not exist
in coloring books
and world peace is only found
in imagination and apple juice.
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 2:02 AM UTC
A box entitled Lost and Found.
Inside-
a ball,
a silver slinky.
A pink backpack with unicorns,
a ratty teddy bear with love in it's eyes.
A math notebook that holds all the secrets of a girl named Alicia.
A cootie-catcher that has been ripped in several places.
A metal tin lunchbox with Spiderman on it and the name William on a piece of masking tape on the handle.
A barbie doll, looking as thought it has been given an amateur haircut, and wearing a yellow dress and one pink high heel, but still smiling.
A green hairband with several purple flowers on it.
A diary with a lock, and butterflies on the cover.
A stuffed puppy dog, with a red nose.
A key, probably to a lost diary.
One black shoe,
in the Lost and Found.
Apr 28, 2010
Apr 28, 2010 at 12:08 PM UTC
you are my animal, and
I am your whip.
what exists between us
is only dust—a milky
center of blood
tessellating
with
heart cells.
I’d hide in your
briefcase and
be smuggled across
the boarder as
a cheese knife
if only you’d look
at me—your animal,
my whip sending
flakes of fresh flesh
midway
along
magnets…but
be careful.
once you catch
crack of my sting
there is no going back.
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC
I am here today, but i may not be tomorrow - a hitchhiker i picked up somewhere between Bennington and Marlboro Vermont
The library at Packer's Corners had
the smell of damp and old
as a lush august climbed the faded
wide wooden planks outside
and we schemed our
nightly dinner theatre performances.
The gang congregated disorderly
across the rocky garden before the (stage) barn,
plates and carafes of wine, rapt in the play.
Marti, a painter with knobby hands, salt and pepper hair,
the face of a sage and a speech impediment;
Veranda must have been a muse with her sharp
bohemian features and sleek black bob,
smelling of rosemary and musky Parisian perfume;
Oona, so young and stormy crashed about
those mountains in moods as protean
as Vermont weather and jeans
that were more holes than fabric;
Cootie, in his black goatee and the scent of
cooking oils under his mottled and freckled skin
would squint through the bugs and heat wave haze
to Marco on the pitcher's mound
scuffing his mortorcycle boots into the
sandy tan soil riddled with stones and
laughing with the reckless abandon that
waters the eyes with antifreeze for the soul
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 12:29 AM UTC
Ah to see the world through the merriment
of a child's eye
To catch every lightening bug and see who can
make the best mud pies
To still believe in magic, fairy dust and
to make wishes on the first star
Blame someone else when cookies
go missing from the jar
To always have a sword in hand
so you can keep evil at bay
By remembering to ward off
the cooties while at play
Circle circle, dot dot
now I've had my cootie shot :)
To try and always be the first
to yell ~ SHOTGUN
To always wear my fast sneakers
so I can be the quickest one
To always remember the important things
Like when walking on the sidewalk....
Do not step on the cracks
unless you want to break your mom's back
Yes I have to be a grown up most of the time
Its good to know I can always revert in my mind
I also have Cayson to show me the way
To always remember how to pretend and just play
Oh to see everything as my son does see
Just brings out the very best in me!!!
Jul 5, 2012
Jul 5, 2012 at 5:19 PM UTC
My first kiss tasted of soy sauce.
Not literally tasted! We didn’t go that far,
but the bitter saltiness of it
only enhanced the sweetness of the moment.
He had never had Chinese food,
And I had never been kissed.
That’s right! At the age of 17
My lips had never met another boy’s
And for the first time, in my car
Outside the band room, I swear I could
have heard music floating in the air
in the small space between my face
and his as he leaned In for a second peck.
We dated for a while, but eventually
We broke up because we were too similar, I guess.
I liked men, and, uh, so did he…
I began to think I missed my chance I that kiss
And the validity of it was brought into question.
Maybe I had missed my chance
Way back on the playground
Because I never stole kisses behind the slide
Or teased the boys with my third grade girlish charm
Like all my other friends.
Maybe, deep down, I knew I could only settle
On true love.
Not just a fling that was only a thing
For a week of “pure bliss”
Because when I find love, I want Full House perfection.
I want a Tanner family connection.
Something that when I go grocery shopping
I can proudly say, “Those kids climbing the walls
And that man knocking on all the watermelons.
Yeah, I’m with them.”
And people will have no other choice
But to understand the perfection I am in.
I hold onto the hope that someday
The strings connecting all the living things
Will tie me together with someone I can love
And who will love me
And one day I will find a man who
Doesn’t have the dreaded cootie disease.
Because for every Adam,
there must be an Eve or where else would we be?
Someday and one day can seem so far way
If you get anxious,
But I will let things fall in place
For me to fall in love.
I just have to remember
Not to be afraid to taste the soy sauce.
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 10:45 PM UTC
When I was small
I didn't have to worry
There was no stress, no pain
Kids were never bullied
The worst that could happen to you was catching a cootie
When I was small
Kids talked face to face
No texting or email
We played outdoors
Our imagination was all we needed
Hills and valleys were our kingdoms
I remember these times
And dream I could go back
Dream that life could once again be worry free
And just live in my kingdom of imagination
I dream of going back to when I was small
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
First day of first grade
Learning my a ,b, c's
But still had velcro shoes
Knew my colors and numbers
So I was a know it all
Untill that bell rung
Found out something that changed everything
Tommy told Timmy and he whispered it to me
I never been so scared
It was the worst ever
Before mom could stop and aginest the teachers ordes
I was at her car door
MOM I GOT THE COOTIES
I GOT COOTIES
Being over dramatic she says
No not the big C son
It's the cooties mom
Pulled into the driveway and she leans to me
Cooties ain't real and girls are not a disease
It's ok to be friends with everybody
But just incase I'll give you a cootie shot
Circle circle dot dot....
First day of sixth grade
New clothes, new shoes
I felt grown and so cool
Laughing with friends at lunch when I hear
Can I sit here
I turned mute so I just noded my head
This girl was god sent
Tongue tied and in love
Feeling nervous and starting to sweat
She talked and I tried
She asked questions
All I could do was smile
Didn't notice my mom waiting holding up the line
Gave one word answers to her hundred questions
Pulled into the driveway
MOM I HAVE A CRUSH ON A GIRL
She gasped
No not another case of the big c
Looking back it was funny but I was to nervous to laugh
Explained how I thought she was to pretty for me
Out of my league
Pulled in the he driveway And she leans over
Nobody will ever be to much of a good thing for you
Show the confidence that you hold in
Besides what's the worst that can happen
You make a cute friend
But just incase your still uncertain
Make sure tomorrow the seat next to you is empty again
Freshman year
Can't believe first day of high school
Beginning of my last four years
Spent the summer trying out for the baseball team
Basketball second period
Coach Sims told me good chance I would make the varisty team
My head grew bigger and my walk changed too
Seen April and I walked right up
Asked her to homecoming
My God she said yes
The greatest day ever
Seen mom in line
Couldn't wait so I ran
Begin explaining everything
Making the team, the dance, basketball
Not taking a breath till we got home
Pulls in the driveway and I'm halfway out when I noticed
She only responded with a smile
I turned back and see tears in her eyes
I lean over and wrap my arms around her
Mom don't start lying to me now
Tell me what's wrong
What she said next was the hardest words had ever hit me......
Son I have the big C
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 11:20 PM UTC
Biological fathers are something
I don't know of,
I knew him once,
But he threw a wrench I'm my trust,
Listen up because this is a must.
I walked on through,
No one had a clue,
I put on my greatest show just for you,
When you looked at me,
Through those judgy eyes,
Always wondering why?
Look at her she's gross,
Ewww, no don't touch me,
You might give me a white trash cootie!
You never even stopped to think,
Maybe she might be hurting?
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 11:33 AM UTC
I broke
a mirror, when we first met.
Our guilty reflections
fragmented
as we stared into the shards.
Barely a decade old,
but in my eyes you’d never be a perfect ten.
Back then you were
A pigtail pulling, cootie carrying boy,
A pigtail pulling, cootie carrying friend.
Two years passed then we were
split apart. Like crevices
between
reflective pieces. Another five and I saw
You.
In a mirror now fixed. Your reflection
the same, different.
Seven years. Spent growing up
apart. Yet growing closer.
Now
when you grab me, my hair. I scream
for the right reasons .
And holding hands isn’t just for
arm wrestling.
Shards of bad luck are swept up
into a metaphorical dustbin.
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 4:46 PM UTC
Check I'll leave ya body in ****** tears cuz of what they heard in they ears I pass pressure to my peers steer
The game into another directions suckas takin' shots only to get a rejections flash light I'm.under the universes protections
I'll strike ya subconscious in fear
Worse than the combinations of seven porches
That mad fear add the numbers my dear you ain't no killer more of a queer
I see why ya rhymes shakin' cuz I'm bakin'
Once I turn up the degrees the pedigrees make em fall to they knees ain't no sympathy
To emcees talkin' like they Mr Big Bad wolf
Open ya head sun roof no tactics or spoofs
But a rappin' magician fools turned up missin' cookin' rhymes outta my kitchen missions is lynchin' and for ya hissin'
Like air out of tires cuz ya life finna transpire through the spiritual fire knuckles tapped with barbed wire and my desire
To the hold game up n see how a killer comes up ? Makin' abrupts known for dynasty clutch heir to King Tut
Stay undercover like mobs in NY so Why Try
With them elementary lines I'll beat your Everytime you step across the gun line
Got ya silenced as a mime took two weeks of ya time
To come up with them subpar lines? I'll write verses that shakes the resting corpses
I'm an alien caccoon birth but no butterfly effect on me see me in five d
Dimension I'm playful as Myxlplix but powerful player of the Matrix my tactics
Made for the art of war paint scriptures like Van Gogh see me dough never mold so ya better ease before you get holes in ya bubblygoose stinkin' like cheddar cheese and you'll be come one with bridged encrypted cemetery
Unmarked for legacy tenacious with the D
Asked ya mother she's calls me greatest ever?
Boxing her cootie cat with my woody bat imagine that?
She reachin' to infinite and beyond cuz way my strokes hung
Got ya corticals flenchin' with tension loosen from a strengthen my minds more corrupted than Westernized Christians
Smackin' up critics with my verbal christening
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 8:09 PM UTC