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Poetry

Gum on My Shoe

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I came across this poem that my little sister and I came up with a few years ago (I think she was about 8 or 9 at the time). I thought you might find it interesting to see what kind of profound poetry we come up with, and I haven’t posted in a while so this gave me something to post. 😛

We gave ourselves the rule that every line had to rhyme with shoe.

Alright, here it is!

 

There is gum on my shoe

The color of blue

Ever since I was two

I’ve loved the color blue

But I don’t like blue when it’s gum on my shoe

 

I like the blue dress worn by Mary-Sue

And the blue ribbon in the hair of Suzy-lu

I like the color of the sky too

But I don’t like blue when it’s gum on my shoe

 

I like the blue of the peacocks at the zoo

And the blue of my sister’s toy cow that says moo

And my cousin’s blue kazoo

But I don’t like blue when it’s gum on my shoe

 

I play with blue goo

And have a blue toy igloo

When I do crafts, I use special blue glue

But I don’t like blue when it’s gum on my shoe

 

If it’s a hint I need, I look for a blue clue

I only use blue band-aids when I get a boo-boo

And my favorite toy is my blue chu-chu

But I don’t like blue when it’s gum on my shoe

 

I play a blue trumpet that goes badoo, badoo

I wish that blue was the color of the grass and the dew

Blue gum is my favorite to chew

But I don’t like blue when it’s gum on my shoe

 

Who would get rid of gum that is blue?

It’s such a waste stuck to my shoe

I’ll stick it in a napkin that’s the perfect hue

It’s a match—it’s blue too

 

Yep, it’s totally ridiculous. 😀

Poetry

Shy Zombies

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Shy Zombies

 

Shy zombies don’t eat anybody

They don’t chase, or even ask politely

They’re really quite harmless, giggling and blushing

They won’t smash your head, leaving brains gushing

 

You don’t have to defeat them with any special powers

They won’t come after you, they’re wallflowers

They’re too timid to chase you

To get them to leave, just shout boo!

 

You’re brain is safe from these nervous zombies

You’d hear them coming with their knocking knees

The zombie apocalypse is nothing to fear

As long as it’s the shy zombies you have near

 

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This silly little poem I wrote seemed like the perfect thing to share for Halloween.  I wish you all lots of fun and lots of candy tomorrow. 🙂

 

Poetry

Strawberry Bride

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Strawberry Bride

 

You won’t live with the strawberry bride

Her first husband choked an a strawberry that was fried

Her second husband slumped over dead on a strawberry patch ride

Her third husband took strawberries to sea and was washed in by the tide

Her fourth husband was killed by bandits while picking strawberries on a hillside

Her fifth husband took a sip of strawberry lemonade and was killed by a passing loin pride

Her seventh husband was eating strawberry pie when he keeled over from a remark that was snide

Her eighth husband ate a peanut butter strawberry sandwich and broke his neck on a kiddie slide

Her ninth husband had strawberry jam toast, got struck by lightning though he was inside

Her tenth husband juggled strawberries and got caught in an elephant-hippo collide

Here eleventh husband stepped on a strawberry, was crushed by a rock slide

Her twelfth husband napped in a strawberry patch, there he died

You won’t live with the strawberry bride

Poetry

Shy Zombies

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Shy Zombies

 

Shy zombies don’t eat anybody

They don’t chase, or even ask politely

They’re really quite harmless, giggling and blushing

They won’t smash your head, leaving brains gushing

 

You don’t have to defeat them with any special powers

They won’t come after you, they’re wallflowers

They’re too timid to chase you

To get them to leave, just shout boo!

 

You’re brain is safe from these nervous zombies

You’d hear them coming with their knocking knees

The zombie apocalypse is nothing to fear

As long as it’s the shy zombies you have near

Poetry

Confused

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Can’t describe the turmoil I feel

Open was my heart, my love was real

Never thought we wouldn’t spend the years together

For us, wasn’t a storm I wouldn’t weather

Us- a word never to be used again

See how blind I’ve been

Even now it seems unreal

Didn’t think my heart they’d steal

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Daily Prompt: Confused

 

Flash Fiction, Poetry

Her Eyes

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Her eyes are like the Ocean.

When I first look at them, they’re like the sun reflecting off a deep ocean. Beautiful, wanting to draw me out from the shallow beach front. So I travel deeper into the ocean, finding it’s more than just waves crashing in the wind and flowing in the current. I discover the life inside the ocean, so colorful and unique, creating a feeling inside me that I can’t describe.

I never want to leave, but feeling the need to wander deeper into the ocean, I discover a priceless treasure. This treasure keeps me warm when I am cold and gives me strength when I am weak. I could never sell this treasure I found.

I then explore the ocean again, seeing every detail I missed when I first came from the surface. Everything has so much more value and depth than before. I try to take it all in, but the ocean is so big and its inhabitants so many. There is so much to explore, it will take the rest of my life to find all of its beauty. As I come up out of the ocean, I’m breathless. All I can do is stay afloat, trying not to drown in this amazing world. All I could ever dream of is living in this place. So sweet. Beautiful. And breathtaking.

So I take a chance and dive deeper every time I can.

–Anonymous

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So far all the posts on this blog have been mine, but the poetic bit of words above are from a friend who graciously allowed me to nab them and share them with all of you. 🙂

And, quick change of subject…if you haven’t put in your vote for what our name should be at Invisible World, you’ll want to check out Monday’s post.

 

Twitter_bird_iconThis little blue bird will take you to my Twitter page where it will continuously feed you random lines about writing, blogging, and the world inside my head.