Princess Michelle
A princess I planned I would be
With my very own jubilee
But no prince came my way
I’m so sorry to say
And no one would accept my decree!
So instead – something in my reach
Like to garden, to nurse or to teach
But I don’t like to get muddy
or chalky or bloody
Perhaps be a nun or go preach?
But I’ve found that no job is perfection
You’ll face failure and loss and rejection
‘Til one day you will find
With an open mind
The perfect employment connection!
(I really did want to be a princess…but I’ll settle for running a school instead.)
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
A Twist on a Few Nursery Rhymes
Rockabye Baby at treetop’s peak
What kind of parents would use this technique?
Someone call social service
This is making me nervous
His mother must be some kind of freak!
Wee Willie Winkie went to the city
Looking for a girl that would show some pity
With a name that wretched
We bet he’d like to stretch it
Cuz his wee willie winkie’s itty bitty
Jack be nimble and try to be quick
But why’d you jump over a candle stick?
If you slip in the grass
You’ll burn your ass
And then can’t sit down for a week!
Old Mother Hubbard and her empty shelf
Who’d she think would feed her dog – Santa’s elf?
Call the SPCA
They’ll haul him away
It’s ok – she did this to herself
Pease Porridge hot is a thing to behold
But it won’t get eaten when it’s pease porridge cold
After more than a week
It looks pretty bleak
And after nine days resembles like slime mold
There’s an APB out on a guy named Georgie
Also answers to the name of Porgy
He’s been seen kissing
The girls who are missing
Arrest him before he starts an orgy
Now I lay me down to rest
I pray the Lord my soul be blessed
If I should die before I wake
I blame my bloomin’ tummy ache
My mother’s cooking’s not the best
What kind of parents would use this technique?
Someone call social service
This is making me nervous
His mother must be some kind of freak!
Wee Willie Winkie went to the city
Looking for a girl that would show some pity
With a name that wretched
We bet he’d like to stretch it
Cuz his wee willie winkie’s itty bitty
Jack be nimble and try to be quick
But why’d you jump over a candle stick?
If you slip in the grass
You’ll burn your ass
And then can’t sit down for a week!
Old Mother Hubbard and her empty shelf
Who’d she think would feed her dog – Santa’s elf?
Call the SPCA
They’ll haul him away
It’s ok – she did this to herself
Pease Porridge hot is a thing to behold
But it won’t get eaten when it’s pease porridge cold
After more than a week
It looks pretty bleak
And after nine days resembles like slime mold
There’s an APB out on a guy named Georgie
Also answers to the name of Porgy
He’s been seen kissing
The girls who are missing
Arrest him before he starts an orgy
Now I lay me down to rest
I pray the Lord my soul be blessed
If I should die before I wake
I blame my bloomin’ tummy ache
My mother’s cooking’s not the best
Limerickally Blessed
Monday Monday
Monday creeps into my head
Sunday night when I get into bed
Mondays bring such frustration
I beg for vacation
They fill me with feelings of dread
This economy sucks for employment
So I’m stuck in a job with annoyment
The jobs I’m desiring
Are not really hiring
And the job I have brings no enjoyment
In the bank I would like lots of cash
And investments galore but alas
I’m not rich and not wealthy
At least I’m still healthy
Monday morning can just kiss my ass
Nothing Rhymes with Purple
Instead of “purple” - plum or puce
Or lilac or mauve for rhyme use
lavender or bruisy
merlot or red-bluesy
Or sometimes just say “like grape juice!”
Monday creeps into my head
Sunday night when I get into bed
Mondays bring such frustration
I beg for vacation
They fill me with feelings of dread
This economy sucks for employment
So I’m stuck in a job with annoyment
The jobs I’m desiring
Are not really hiring
And the job I have brings no enjoyment
In the bank I would like lots of cash
And investments galore but alas
I’m not rich and not wealthy
At least I’m still healthy
Monday morning can just kiss my ass
Nothing Rhymes with Purple
Instead of “purple” - plum or puce
Or lilac or mauve for rhyme use
lavender or bruisy
merlot or red-bluesy
Or sometimes just say “like grape juice!”
I'm melting!
100 degrees – I declare!
This kind of heat’s too much to bear
I’ve tried to arise
But I’m darned if my thighs
Haven’t fused with the stupid lawn chair!
When it's 90 degrees in the shade
I try to drink cold lemonade
Or sit in AC
(my fave place to be)
Sit on pavement - you'll end up sauteed
This kind of heat’s too much to bear
I’ve tried to arise
But I’m darned if my thighs
Haven’t fused with the stupid lawn chair!
When it's 90 degrees in the shade
I try to drink cold lemonade
Or sit in AC
(my fave place to be)
Sit on pavement - you'll end up sauteed
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Limerick Fun
5 hail mary’s and 3 our father’s
There’s a guy that I knew back in school
I admired him – he was SO cool
He fulfilled all my needs
When we did dirty deeds
Now I’m raising his baby Raul
tsk tsk
A dirty deed-doer, Scott
Robbed a bank and made off with a lot
But police were a chasin’
Even though he was racin’
Now in the state prison he’ll rot
Middle of the Night
Well beyond midnight in bed
This question throughout him did spread
Is it early or late?
That depends on you, mate
Did you pick up or lay down your head?
Childcare
For my first job I often recall
I would babysit kids short and tall
‘twas a time not forgotten
For those kids sure were rotten
So I duct taped them all to the wall!
Meow...
A time I will never forget
(And surely have not forgot yet)
Was my cats (my dear babies)
Needed shots for their Rabies
But instead they clawed up the dear vet!
God don't make junk...
Being nude should not be a big deal
There are many to whom it appeal
Though not blessed with beauty
They consider it duty
God’s birthday suit worn with great zeal
There’s a guy that I knew back in school
I admired him – he was SO cool
He fulfilled all my needs
When we did dirty deeds
Now I’m raising his baby Raul
tsk tsk
A dirty deed-doer, Scott
Robbed a bank and made off with a lot
But police were a chasin’
Even though he was racin’
Now in the state prison he’ll rot
Middle of the Night
Well beyond midnight in bed
This question throughout him did spread
Is it early or late?
That depends on you, mate
Did you pick up or lay down your head?
Childcare
For my first job I often recall
I would babysit kids short and tall
‘twas a time not forgotten
For those kids sure were rotten
So I duct taped them all to the wall!
Meow...
A time I will never forget
(And surely have not forgot yet)
Was my cats (my dear babies)
Needed shots for their Rabies
But instead they clawed up the dear vet!
God don't make junk...
Being nude should not be a big deal
There are many to whom it appeal
Though not blessed with beauty
They consider it duty
God’s birthday suit worn with great zeal
More Haiku
beach 1
wild horses run free
fuzziness in winter coats
outer banks beach
beach 2
warm sand sifts through toes
gentle breeze blows white sea spray
walking on the shore
cottontail
the morning quiet
hushed watching twitching knowing
rabbit hops away
drowning
whirling eddying
bubbling rushing whitcaps
life pulls me under
Timothy Leary
psychedelic sky
rainbows dance on fingertips
electric kool-aid
Sweet Memories
like mist rising
from the thundering water
my heart takes wing
mist 3
maid of the mist floats
tossed about by churning waves
Niagara Falls
mist 2
misty moon rising
illuminate dewy grass
luna watching o’er
mist 1
perfect wedding day
daughter’s birth breathtaking bliss
misty memories
favorite view
the view from the top
is not nearly as awesome
as the view of you
the view
follow me uphill
climbing to the highest point
survey our kingdom
hills 4
steepest climb of life
daughter leaving mother's nest
fly my baby fly
hills 3
the hill of belly
resplendent expectation
ready to give birth
hills 2...slightly plagiarized...
over hill and dale
we will hit the dusty trail
caissons go rolling
hills 1
hemingway wrote of
the “Hills Like White Elephants”
speaking of her breasts
undead
slow sunday morning
haikus swirling in the air
alight on poets
my heart goes out to you
grief so well expressed
lost loves lost friends leave such voids
sacred memories
just right
one eve i said yes
we stood and said our I do's
as one forever
one
when unity fails
and all you feel is alone
reach out for my hand
too much oneness?
at one with my god
at one with spirit and son
it's crowded in here
dawnness
at one with the dawn
sandpiper runs on the beach
his kingdom alone
wild horses run free
fuzziness in winter coats
outer banks beach
beach 2
warm sand sifts through toes
gentle breeze blows white sea spray
walking on the shore
cottontail
the morning quiet
hushed watching twitching knowing
rabbit hops away
drowning
whirling eddying
bubbling rushing whitcaps
life pulls me under
Timothy Leary
psychedelic sky
rainbows dance on fingertips
electric kool-aid
Sweet Memories
like mist rising
from the thundering water
my heart takes wing
mist 3
maid of the mist floats
tossed about by churning waves
Niagara Falls
mist 2
misty moon rising
illuminate dewy grass
luna watching o’er
mist 1
perfect wedding day
daughter’s birth breathtaking bliss
misty memories
favorite view
the view from the top
is not nearly as awesome
as the view of you
the view
follow me uphill
climbing to the highest point
survey our kingdom
hills 4
steepest climb of life
daughter leaving mother's nest
fly my baby fly
hills 3
the hill of belly
resplendent expectation
ready to give birth
hills 2...slightly plagiarized...
over hill and dale
we will hit the dusty trail
caissons go rolling
hills 1
hemingway wrote of
the “Hills Like White Elephants”
speaking of her breasts
undead
slow sunday morning
haikus swirling in the air
alight on poets
my heart goes out to you
grief so well expressed
lost loves lost friends leave such voids
sacred memories
just right
one eve i said yes
we stood and said our I do's
as one forever
one
when unity fails
and all you feel is alone
reach out for my hand
too much oneness?
at one with my god
at one with spirit and son
it's crowded in here
dawnness
at one with the dawn
sandpiper runs on the beach
his kingdom alone
Friday, July 9, 2010
A Few Haiku
sizzle
the blender whirring
steaks sizzling on the grill
margarita love
les danseurs
astaire kelly hines
baryshnikov champion
man, those boys could dance
dom
puppet on a string
run my bath and bring me wine
dance, little man, dance
dance
dancing o'er flowers
waltzing around the corner
happy is the breeze
pondering haiku
ponder the haiku
so few lines to say so much
yet through them such depth
over
sit, be still and breathe
true friends won't leave you bloody
you're better off now
butterflies and moths
who are you to say
butterflies are beautiful
and moths are ugly?
Butterfly jewel tones
we become like moths one day
peaceful earth tone hues
moth journey
moths drawn to the flame
I ponder my own journey
moving toward my flame
Moth Snack
cats eyes move slowly
pondering the moth drift by
one…two…she pounces
battle scars
black and blue tattoos
hiding behind sunglasses
no peace for this girl
Hubris
red white and blue dreams
peaceful Americans sleep
foolish ignorance
unity is key
abraham lincoln
warned of divided houses
unity the key
parties divide us
tear down our brothers not foes
easier to do us in
staycation
bask in the gold sun
nap in the late afternoon
enjoy the silence
rite of passage
bold unsure eighteen
she crosses the stage alone
graduation day
summer heat
like dali watches
rochester's melting summer
abbott's freeze my soul
the blender whirring
steaks sizzling on the grill
margarita love
les danseurs
astaire kelly hines
baryshnikov champion
man, those boys could dance
dom
puppet on a string
run my bath and bring me wine
dance, little man, dance
dance
dancing o'er flowers
waltzing around the corner
happy is the breeze
pondering haiku
ponder the haiku
so few lines to say so much
yet through them such depth
over
sit, be still and breathe
true friends won't leave you bloody
you're better off now
butterflies and moths
who are you to say
butterflies are beautiful
and moths are ugly?
Butterfly jewel tones
we become like moths one day
peaceful earth tone hues
moth journey
moths drawn to the flame
I ponder my own journey
moving toward my flame
Moth Snack
cats eyes move slowly
pondering the moth drift by
one…two…she pounces
battle scars
black and blue tattoos
hiding behind sunglasses
no peace for this girl
Hubris
red white and blue dreams
peaceful Americans sleep
foolish ignorance
unity is key
abraham lincoln
warned of divided houses
unity the key
parties divide us
tear down our brothers not foes
easier to do us in
staycation
bask in the gold sun
nap in the late afternoon
enjoy the silence
rite of passage
bold unsure eighteen
she crosses the stage alone
graduation day
summer heat
like dali watches
rochester's melting summer
abbott's freeze my soul
First Attempt at Haibun
But where are you? And where am I? I, running around trying to find my bearings. I, not knowing north from south, or left from right. I, completely bereft and emotionally dispossessed. Who are you? And who am I? How do I exist without a yin to harmonize my yang? Is there ever a time where black exists without white to balance it? Yes. Yes, there is. And that time is now. Now, when I awake and turn to nestle into your warmth and find instead an empty space. Now, when half a pot of coffee goes drainward and only one toothbrush hangs by the sink. Yes, darkness can exist without light.
I have seen the night
its darkness knows no limit
cocoons consciousness
I know you’re gone. I know I’m here. I, sitting calmly contemplating dust motes in a single beam of yellow sun that has forced its way in through the breach in the window curtains. I, learning to make half a pot. I, sleeping in the middle of a king-sized bed. I have discovered a faint-grey comma-shaped energy, emerging into my consciousness. It is from within. As it rises it begins to fit itself clumsily to my well-gripped dark black yang, bumping and shimmying until it is hugging my yang like an old friend. I sit. I feel. I watch the yin grow lighter.
I have seen the light
glowing growing faint the dawn
complete in myself
I have seen the night
its darkness knows no limit
cocoons consciousness
I know you’re gone. I know I’m here. I, sitting calmly contemplating dust motes in a single beam of yellow sun that has forced its way in through the breach in the window curtains. I, learning to make half a pot. I, sleeping in the middle of a king-sized bed. I have discovered a faint-grey comma-shaped energy, emerging into my consciousness. It is from within. As it rises it begins to fit itself clumsily to my well-gripped dark black yang, bumping and shimmying until it is hugging my yang like an old friend. I sit. I feel. I watch the yin grow lighter.
I have seen the light
glowing growing faint the dawn
complete in myself
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