"goofing" poems
Santa's Lazy Elf
Five more days till Christmas,
Santa and his crew
were working overtime making
children's dreams come true .
Singing carols, whistling tunes,
as the hours ticked away,
except for little Edison
the elf that went astray.
Instead of making toys
in Santa's assembly line,
he was hanging out with Rudolph
beneath the snow capped pines.
As Mr. and Mrs. Santa Claus took
a look around,
they noticed lazy Edison
was nowhere to be found.
They decided they'd had enough
this elf will surely be fired,
scratched their heads and
realized another must be hired.
Dasher heard them talking
and thought this can't be so,
never in elf's history has
someone had to go.
He searched the winter wonderland
and under the Northern Lights
Edison and Rudolph were
frolicking in flight.
He said "Come down from there
your behavior's a disgrace,
Christmas Eve is almost here and
you're about to be replaced.
Edison soon realized his days
of slacking were done,
that there'd be consequences
for goofing off and having fun.
He knew he had no place to go
if Santa didn't let him stay
his heart began to pound,
as Rudolph ran way.
He hurried as fast as he could
to tell Santa he was wrong,
beg him for forgiveness
and show him he belonged.
As the other elves were caroling
he tried to sneak inside,
but Santa saw him coming out of the
corner of his eye.
He placed his hands upon his hips
and firmly shook his head,
"What shall I do with you
my elf," Santa firmly said.
"I see you when you're sleeping
I know when you're awake,
did you not read your history book
he said for goodness sake!"
Santa soon forgave him cause
his heart is made of gold,
and Edison became the
hardest worker I am told.
The moral of this story is
we all must do our part,
and jolly old St Nick has always
had a heart.
Merry Christmas to all of you
on this holiest of days,
may all your dreams come true
as you gather and celebrate!
Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © December 2013
All Rights Reserved
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC
You reasonless hate me in manner devoid of vogue,
Coz you are threatened by my skin color,
Utterly refusing to appreciate my melanin humanity
Your faith lulls you that I am a Tarzan,
Dwindling away from humanity,
My poetry to you is only bombshell
Of dangerously vulpine civilization,
You solace yourself in your miss-audience to me,
Wistful in your hearty that your detest for me
Will become a force enough to counter my being,
You are very wrong my brother,
Goofing in full measure of your idiosyncrasy
In its present grammar of dance banquet,
I only pity you as none will ever be able to heal you
To free you from your silly bug of desperate racism.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
You left.
What's up?
Did the WhatsApp offend?
Did we fail to delight?
Or is it just that you're too busy tonight?
We were chatting
Exchanging
Goofing
Emojing
But all of a sudden
It was clear you were leaving.
(Sad-face-crying)
- What'sUp?
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 2:45 AM UTC
Remember the time
I thought I liked you
But it only lasted a week.
Remember the time
I cursed for the first time;
And it was at you.
Remember the time
I liked you for an entire year
And obsessed over you.
Remember the time
You teased me everyday.
Remember the time
We used to take piano from the same woman
And I saw you at a lesson one day.
Remember the time
You told me about the night
The black thing came to you,
Up your arm.
Remember the time
We spent backstage
Goofing off.
Remember the time
I wrote about how much I hated you
In my diary,
Everyday.
Remember the time
I dated your best friend
And you were the obligatory third wheel.
Remember the time
You threatened to punch me
Because I made fun of the girl you liked.
Remember the time
We spent during choir practice
Looking at squirrels through the window.
Remember the time
You told me
"I don't care what homeroom I have,
As long as you're not in it."
Remember the time
The stinkbug kept following your shoes
In Spanish class.
Remember the time
You threw a pinecone at me
Because I deserved it.
Remember the time
We sat together in all our classes.
Remember the time
I dreamed about you
Dying
In my front room.
Remember the time
We Skyped for three hours.
Remember the time
I beat you up
Because I was angry.
Remember the time
My two best friends started dating
Because you finally got up the courage and asked her.
Remember the time
You told me you wanted to break up with her.
Remember the time
You stole my Sharpies
Until I asked him out.
Remember the time
You broke up with her
And avoided me for a week.
Remember the time
We spent after school,
Studying for Spanish.
Remember the time
I was scared of you
But walked with you,
In silence.
Remember the time
You had a rave in class
And asked me to tape it.
Remember the time
I cut myself
And you got mad at me
And we spoke even less.
Remember the time
The algebra teacher threatened to separate us
Because we talked too much in class.
Remember the time
I messaged you
And messaged you
And you wouldn't answer.
Remember the time
You and your mum invited me to dinner.
Remember the time
I saw you for the first time
In two months
And, despite the same clothes
And hair,
You looked like a stranger.
Remember the time
You asked him out for me.
Remember the time
We Skyped for five minutes
And had nothing to say.
Remember the time
You held my hand all period
Because you were cold.
Remember the time
You told me you were insane
And we couldn't be like we used to.
Remember the time
You told me not to worry,
That we were still the same, relationship-wise.
Remember the time
You told me not to cry
But I did.
Remember the time
You held me while I sobbed,
The first time you'd ever seen me cry.
Remember the time
You assured me you'd be fine.
Remember the time
I shook while you held my hands.
Remember the time
You hugged me after class,
A week later
And I nearly cried of happiness.
Remember the times.
Do you remember the times?
Because it seems all I'm doing these days
Is remembering you.
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 6:40 PM UTC
Pathetic.
That’s what I’d call you.
Just plain miserable
and manipulative.
You tricked me into giving you the world .
Deceived me into believing that you’d never do me *****
You blinded me by your lies
“Forget about them , you have me.”
But , I didn’t really have you ..
Did I ?
You took what you wanted .
You let me put you before myself .
But ?
I don’t even blame you .
Maybe if I would’ve been in your position ,
Being offered the world
And only being asked for friendship in return ..
Maybe then I would’ve robbed you of your trust .
And your love .
You were my best friend .
My ace ,
My platonic soulmate .
And I treated you as much .
But, what was I ?
To you ,
What was I ?
A personal tutor ?
Remember those last two essays that you just couldn’t get done ?
Who helped you ?
Who stayed up after an exhausting day at work ,
After having to bike home in the cold and rain ?
Just so you could pass and not worry.
Maybe , I was just a free ride .
Always taking you places ,
Always giving you the keys and letting you do whatever.
You filled the tank maybe twice
within a nine month period .
And I never once said anything .
Oh I got it , I was your ATM.
Whenever you needed money ,
I was glad to help .
Whether it was for an Uber so you could go to your volleyball tournament
Since your own “mother” couldn’t take you
Or whether it was for a Plan B because
YIKES
Your boyfriend didn’t know how to pull out .
Hm , I guess I was also a personal shopper .
Buying you clothes when I bought me some .
You didn’t wanna spend your money ?
That was fine .
I would spend mine
And you didn’t even have to ask.
I was everything except your friend
and that’s all I wanted to be .
I should’ve seen this coming .
I should have KNOWN .
Looking back
All I can see are the signs ,
Foreshadowing what was to come .
You started to change right in front of my own eyes
but I didn’t want to believe it .
Didn’t want to believe what I could clearly see .
You started to ignore me .
For days on end .
Living in the same house became something like a
Silent war .
Everyone against me .
Including you .
You started to disappear into your room .
There were no more lifetime movie marathons together .
No more staying up and goofing around together .
No more talking about any and everything together .
I lost you way before I knew I lost you
and that makes my heart ache
like a pre-existing bruise
getting hit over and over again .
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 7:42 PM UTC
Getting Ready
On the go
Doing things
Need a blow
Giddy gaggle
Endless Gags
Toothy giggles
Tongues a wag
Dressing up
Getting down
Goofing off
Clownin round
Pretty girls
Wearing pearls
Dancing Swirls
Fluffy Furls
Blowing Kisses
Giving Hugs
Singing Ditties
Cut a Rug
Buoyant Banter
Flashing Smiles
Bubbly Blabber
Smoking Milds
Shakin *****
Gettin Down
Wigglin *******
Goofy Gowns
Keep a Groovin
Boogie all night
Shake Them Legs
Les Dames et Dynomite
Oakland
8/23/01
Music Selection:
Jackson 5
Dancing Machine
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 9:56 AM UTC
Like a tank he barges in
talking loud shaking hands
hard almost mad.
Yeh thats my dad.
Your opinions be ******
while his are grand
his advice taken
not To be forsaken
or he'll be mad.
That's my dad.
His lessons you'll learn
or you'll get burned
by the outside world
or some sneaky girl
don't question or you'll end up sad.
That's my dad.
No laziness or wallowing
his rules are for following
no goofing around
sun up to sun down,
eee gad!
Yeh that's my dad.
But in the end it's true,
he's the only father that I knew
now he's dead
our family head
He's the only father I ever had.
Yeh that's my dad.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 7:26 PM UTC
Being in light
Teasing my eyes blurry blind
Can’t see anything at all
I fall awake to the sounds of the neighbors dogs and the sky falling on my head
Check around, is that a gun blast or mountain
Going by
Shadow of my own moving fast on the wall
Goofing off behind me shadow of the sun
Burn a hole down enough to scare me on my own
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
Always happy to see me
showers me with kisses
Thats how I know
Im the one she misses
When I've had a bad day
She dosent ask why
She just cuddles closer
In case i need a good cry
We love goofing around
And having fun at play.
We make time for that
Every single day
So its not hard to see
Maybe you've guessed
but my do is more than my friend
She the very best!
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 1:00 AM UTC
Who are you Sang?
I know the body your face belongs to,
I saw him a few days ago at my brother's school
But you're a different person,
You're born of my dreams
Long black hair
And tall lanky body
In my dream you were my age
Following me around high school
But your real life doppelganger
Was just goofing off with his friends
Why did you so capture my dreaming mind?
And why did I name you?
I've never named a dreamizen before
And so what's up with 'Sanguine'?
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 5:50 PM UTC
Here's to the last four years.
To the English teacher that changed my way of thinking. Forever.
To the friends (and enemies) I've made along the way.
To the friends that left and the ones that stayed.
The ones that stayed up with me until all hours of the night
When I felt like everything was going to hell.
Here's to that innocent tenth grade fling.
To the feeling of falling in love for the very first time.
To the feeling of telling him how I felt over the phone.
To the feeling of him saying it back.
To performing onstage with friends and goofing off behind the curtain.
To all of the people who told me, "it's not worth it."
Here's to the Health teacher, who I have the utmost respect for.
To that band that I owe everything to.
To that boy who walked to my house in the freezing cold at 2 AM,
The one who ultimately broke me.
To the people who put me back together in the aftermath.
To that other boy who would never give up.
Here's to the times I've said "I hate this so much."
To the countless times I've skipped a day because I didn't want to get up.
To the choir teacher that everyone loved and looked up to.
To the choir that felt like a second family.
To the shy boy that I didn't include in the group project.
To the guilt I'll feel forever because of it.
Here's to the smiles, the tears, the fears, the stress.
To the people that helped me get a grip on reality.
To the boy that everyone poked fun at, the one I hugged everyday.
To the beautiful girl who made me tea and took me to Winter Homecoming.
To the three boys who hated me in eleventh grade.
To the boy laying dormant.
Here's to the girl who will think about all of this
And so much more when she walks across the stage.
Head held high, holding that piece of paper in her hands.
She's defeated a beast, she has.
She tosses her hat up in the air and lets out a cry of victory.
She's won. She's moving on to bigger and better things.
Thank you.
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
I don't like parties.
I generally avoid them.
But one night
I allow myself to get dragged along
To one such gathering
Against my better judgement.
But that's not my greatest fear.
At the party
The drink is flowing
And people start to do stupid things.
Lots of goofing around
Photographs are taken
Including one of me
With a bra draped over my head
And two cocktail sausages
Stuck up my nose.
But that's not my greatest fear.
After the party
I stagger home
Drunk
And somehow
For reasons which aren't clear
I am abducted
By a group of armed terrorists.
But that's not my greatest fear.
I remain in captivity
For ten years
And during that time
Occasional appeals are made
For my release
And each time I am mentioned on TV
They show the last photo taken of me
...With a bra draped over my head
And two cocktail sausages
Stuck up my nose.
And that,
Ladies and gentlemen,
Is my very greatest fear.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 7:06 PM UTC
Is today even a different day from any other day?
I'm having trouble telling the difference anymore.
I write the same stories, the same songs, the same poems.
I see the same people who say the same things about the same subjects that everyone else is already talking about.
I see the same movies with the same plots.
I'm not even sure if they're different actors and actresses anymore.
I hear the same promises in every political party without any differences in policies.
One says this.
One says that.
A tug of war on who can get nothing changed and nothing accomplished.
I taste the same manufactured food everyday.
My tongue can't tell the difference between a cheeseburger and a cardboard box anymore.
The same crimes.
The same innocents.
The same lies.
The same truths.
The same work.
The same goofing off.
The same write ups.
The same appraises.
The same advice to change things up.
The same advice to stay the same and never change.
The same old fights.
The same moments of making up.
The same ********
The same Groundhog Day.
The same Groundhog Life.
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 7:38 AM UTC
I try to help, but cant.
I try making her happy, useless.
I think about long walks down the road, endless talks, giggling and goofing but its too late.
I think about just making her smile like I used to, but cant, nothing to smile about any more.
Im worried because she is worried.
Im sad and depressed, because she is sad and depressed.
But...
she doesn't notice the good times like I do.
The smiles I get from her,
The love I embrace from her,
The joy I get from her,
The life I live... Because of her.
I know im a disappointment
That im broken
In debt
Joy *******
Lazy
Arrogant
Stubborn
Grouchy
Selfish
....boyfriend that only really asks to have you sleep next to me in the bed because having your beautiful smile to wake up to, makes it all worth it.
I love you, and all that you do for me. Im sorry im this way, but believe me when I say I try baby, im still trying and ill never give up, im sorry you fell in love with...
A broken man.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 2:58 PM UTC
One day it all just fell apart.
You were the closest thing to my heart.
We went from laughing, and talking,
to ignoring, and fighting.
I don’t know how it went down.
We slowly drifted apart.
You were the best thing that happened to me.
Now all I have is me.
I lost my best friend that day,
In the most horrible way.
Growing up shouldn’t exist,
if it means splitting, the Twins.
I miss the walks.
I miss the talks.
I miss the goofing around.
You were the one person that accepted me for me.
And not for someone else.
I miss cuddling up and watching a movie.
I miss singing in the hairbrush and being all groovy.
I miss going into your room and telling you, I couldn’t sleep.
Cause I’d know you’d stay up, even if it was just for me.
I don’t know who I’d be,
if I didn’t have you.
I don’t know what I’d do,
if I was forced to live with you.
But I’ll try to move on.
I’ll try to be strong.
I’ll try to be the best me
that I could ever be.
But I miss running up and giving you hugs.
Discussing how gross are bugs.
I miss seeing your face at the dinner table.
I miss saying “I’m sorry” for whatever did.
I guess all in all.
I just miss YOU.
Mar 2, 2013
Mar 2, 2013 at 10:37 PM UTC
School sometimes boring
sometimes soothing
Always thinking
always breathing
Sometimes working
sometimes goofing
Mostly listening
sometimes doodling
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 10:52 AM UTC
One day you're hugging me
Laughing till our stomachs hurt
Calling me your other half,
your twin.
The next day,
I receive your cold shoulder
Everything we were yesterday,
It's gone.
No more laughing,
But ignoring.
I don't hear your voice talking to me anymore,
But to someone else's.
I ask you a question,
you let the silence respond.
At night
I can't sleep,
trying to figure out what I did wrong.
What did I say?
What did I do?
I know you well enough,
To have a feeling what the problem is.
But I can't accept that feeling,
Because you're just too stubborn
To admit I'm right.
I'm being punished for being right.
Is that even fair?
But I want your company,
I want your voice talking to me
I want you next to me,
joking, goofing around.
I need that.
So I wait,
Knowing it's just a phase.
A phase that happens one too many times.
This cycle just keeps going on,
And I can't stop it.
Deep down I know,
That I have to let you go.
You're toxic.
You will be the death of me.
But I can't bring myself to do that.
I love your other side way too much.
So I just wait.
My heart continuously breaking.
I'm constantly trying to sew it back.
But what's done is done.
And one day,
All my heart will be given to you.
But your heart is far away talking to someone else.
Because I cared too much,
Trying to help you
Left me with this silent treatment.
Trying to speak my mind
Left me with a cold shoulder.
You said you loved me,
But sometimes I was just a stranger to you.
Maybe you were bipolar.
But that's no reason to forgive the way you treated me.
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 5:20 AM UTC
What if it rained indoors?
Whenever we heard distant thunder
or the weather report said rain
then we would pick up all our things,
go outside and sit and wait
for the drops to stop falling from the ceiling.
Would we sleep in houses, still?
If the roof was like a cloud
and woke us up at 3 am
instead of a pattering at the window,
a pattering on our face?
We could make buildings just for this,
and when it started pouring
we would form lines, hoping to get inside
to take a shower in the rain
singing songs and goofing off.
What if it rained indoors?
Whenever we felt a tiny drop
we would build a comfy pillow fort
with blankets, snacks and giggles
and cuddle till the morning.
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 10:23 AM UTC
As the dancing rain's toasting
The wooing wind is boasting.
Chin chin the rain drops cheering
On the roasting concrete roofing.
Cleaning the wind went goofing
Around the window curtains
Throwing the dusty dry leaves
Tweeting the twigs on fountains
Beating the rain wet hot heaves
Of love laden sighs certain
Wanting to dance with dear rain
Wooing her love in prime time...
Chin chin they rhyme the refrain
The coy rain slip from his grips
Whisking they fall flat holding
Each others hands unfolding
The wind to chase their lean hips
Bending they freak into creaks
As the dancing rain's toasting
The wooing wind is boasting
'Midst this mid-summer hustings.
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 10:51 PM UTC
My name is Saddam Hussein Al tikrit
Please don’t shoot me, I have complied,
Let me come out of my hideout
Out of this hole in which I have been hiding,
For sure ,I want to surrender to your might
By acceding to appalling condition of my Arabic folly
Imbued to me as a legacy of my childhood trials,
Perpetrated unto me by my foster parenthood
My Arabic uncle ,who often whacked me my skin
To thwart my good manners into defiance disorder,
He pummeled me often, as if I was an African antelope in the trap,
He misled me to amass weapon of mass destruction,
Goofing in my dreams to decimate the synagogue of Satan,
Only to ire my holy big brother of the capital cosmology,
Catapulting him in to an imperial overture;
Zero option but to declared unto me a holy preemptive war
In which I am beaten like a desert lout
By the global powers that have been
In my foolish stamped of the clash,
Very classical clash about civilisation.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 5:35 AM UTC
Went to buy comics and though of creating my own
With witty characters and villains who might one day take over the world
I have an inner nerd and want to get it out
Society is always a joy **** you be what your saying and ill do what suits me best
I'm one who could relate to my collects two best friends goofing off and the hero of the day
I'm creating many new dimensions for character give them a world and home before they enter the main plot of the story
I'm in my mind creating a world that makes sense and feels right for my characters the comic would be a fun adventure everyone would enjoy.
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 7:51 PM UTC
I’ve given up
But sometimes
I still dream
Love by a lake
Watching the water
Shimmering
With her eyes
Hazel and glimmering
Laughter
The best happily ever after
Love in a blizzard
Snow blind with affection
Warming each other
Lost in folded arms
Deep in conversation
Gazes uninterrupted
And laughter
The best happily ever after
Love on the river
Steamboat journey
Historical tour
With tea
Her and me
Me and her
Sharing our history
Reading each other’s poetry
And laughter
The best happily ever after
Love in the city
At the library
Then a bookstore
Hit the nightlife
Like live music
And poetry readings
Small quiet cafes
And deep conversation
And laughter
The best happily ever after
Love by the ocean
Resting on a beach
And now I realize
Half my fantasies
Involve water
The ocean chasing the shore
Sand beneath my feet
And in-between my toes
With coconuts
That I can never break
No matter how hard I try
Her eyes gleaming
When I am beaming
Goofing around
Being her clown
And laughter
The best happily ever after
Love in the evening
Believing
Now will last forever
Love in afternoon
The back bedroom
The bathroom
Love in the early morn
Sleeping till noon
Love in a nursing home
Holding her hand
While she lay sleeping
Tears start creeping
The memories keep me smiling
Saving some laughter
The closest thing to happily ever after
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
it's been twenty-five years since i've seen you last
it's been twenty-five years since i set foot in these halls last
since i've heard your voice echo down these staircases and in my very bones
we're forty-three years old
a far cry from the eighteen year olds we'd been
before everyone had left and
before i'd held your hand for the last time
you're there with someone else
someone probably better for you in every way i wasn't,
couldn't ever be;
you've gotten a hair cut, i notice; it looks good
you look good in that shirt, under those lights
you look good
you've always looked good, to me
i'm standing in the corner.
where else would i be?
surely not in the fringes of the middle, by your side.
the lights are too dim to see you clearly
but i still remember your smile
the lights are too bright
to consider daring to approach;
i've spent years content in your orbit
i can do it for a night more
i'm glad i get to see you again
i don't know if i will, ever, after this
you live half-way across the country
you don't live alone
you don't think of me
not like how i think of you.
twenty-five years, and i'd never
forgotten the warm press of your hand on my arm,
the brush of it on my neck
i'd never stopped longing for you
but our paths diverged too early, and
we were too young, and
besides.
i had only ever been the one pining.
i can't get any closer, anyways,
you'd notice me
you'd remember me
you'd smile at me
you'd hold your hand out,
and of course i'd take it.
but there'd be no familiarity, no comfort,
not like how i want it;
there couldn't be.
she's right there, and
you never thought of it like how i did,
regardless.
i wish we were eighteen forever
i wish we could spend an eternity
as seniors goofing off in the library
as juniors at opposite ends of the school dance
as sophomores in the hallways after school
as freshmen hiding in math class during lunch.
i wish i could hold to that simplicity forever
no pressure
no isolation
just you and me, friends,
comfortable with each other
comfortable in each others' spaces.
who cares what kinds of feelings i harbor?
who cares what you think of me?
i had the freedom to press my hand
against yours, and you
had the freedom to put your arm
on me as i slept,
and that's the only thing that
ever mattered,
could matter,
would matter.
i wish i could stay here forever
i wish twenty-five years from now never happens
i wish i could stop time;
i wish you were mine.
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 9:12 PM UTC
It's been five years
Since I first saw you
Goofing around
with your two best friends
By the basketball net.
At that time
All I knew was:
You had a nice laugh
A charming smile
And that she loved you.
I don't know
If she ever told you
But I haven't seen her since.
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC