Oh, Johnny boy… Where have you been
Oh, Johnny boy… Have you committed a sin
Oh, Johnny boy… You must tell me now
Oh, Johnny boy… My patience is thin
Oh, Johnny boy… You must go
Oh, Johnny boy… How I love you so
Oh, Johnny boy… Where have you been
Oh, Johnny boy… Have you committed a sin
Oh, Johnny boy… You must tell me now
Oh, Johnny boy… My patience is thin
Oh, Johnny boy… You must go
Oh, Johnny boy… How I love you so
I got me a sticker
I got me a sticker
Stick it on my wall, stick it on my doll
I got me a sticker
I got me a sticker
Stick it on my door, stick it on my drawer
I got me a sticker
I got me a sticker
Stick it on my book, come and take a look
I got me a sticker
I got me a sticker
Stick it on my moms car, I better run far…
Well, it’s Friday, here comes the weekend. I have just finished my Writing: 201 Poetry class. It was nice to learn different styles of poetry. You might see one or two more.
Wishing everyone a safe and happy weekend.
Happy Blogging… 🙂
Writing 201: Poetry. Day Eight: Drawer, Ode, Apostrophe
My lost sock monkey
What’s in my drawer?
Let’s me see…
A copper penny and three candies.
My favorite purple scarf and my lost sock monkey.
Oh, where have you been?
I love you so…
Looked thick and thin and there you were.
Sorry, you were put in the drawer.
At least you were safe, from any intruder.
Now that I found you…
Up you go… Safe and secure.
My lost sock monkey.
His name is Herman.
Didn’t you know?
Soft and cuddly.
A site to see…
I love my sock monkey.
And I think, he loves me.
Writing 201: Poetry. Day Seven: Fingers, Prose Poem, Assonance
You wave goodbye
I glance at my hands
I see the roughness
The white spots and veins
Age begins to take its toll
I used to write well…
Now it hurts to hold a pen
Sometimes the pain is excruciating
I massage them with care
Appreciating each finger
When I’ve seen cracks I took care of you
Every two weeks, I made sure to get you a makeover
My friend we’ve been through a lot
At times we’ve carried over 6 bags
When we should have only carried two
I never really thought about you and all the work you do
Now as I look you over, brown spots and all,
I will make sure to give you my all
Sweet Water
I open the red box with glee.
I can’t wait, to hang it by my window, in my big oak tree.
As I wait and wait…
A hummingbird notices the new treat.
The water rocks back and forth.
The sun glistens through the bottle.
The hummingbird stops in mid-air.
to take a look around…
Then continues drinking each drop with vigor.
It can’t get enough of the sweet water.
Its wings flap with such vibrant motion,
stopping to look at me in the window.
I wonder, what is it thinking about…
Just as the hummingbird, might wonder, what am I thinking about…
Writing 201: Poetry. Day Six: Hero(ine), Ballad, Epistrophe
My Hero
She’s my comforter, my encourager
She’s my rock, my stylist
She’s my listener, my go-getter
She’s my teacher, my friend
She’s my chauffeur, my sous-chef
She’s my inspiration, my muse
She’s my hero, my mom
Writing 201: Poetry. Day 5: Fog, Elegy, Metaphor
My Grandmother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, before she passed away. Even though, I have not been diagnosed myself, some days are harder than others, for me to remember things. In my poem, I share with you, some of my foggy moments.
My memory is a little cloudy about that incident
Why didn’t you remember?
I forgot… What? I forgot…
How can you forget something so important?
I don’t know?
I walk into a store, after a few minutes… I think, where am I and why am I here.
And what do I need.
Life’s journey is a bicycle ride down the hill.
What was I doing?
Hmm… What was I doing? I have no clue.
I took my contacts out of my eyes and threw them in the sink.
Why didn’t I put them in my contact lens case?
I put a cup of water in the microwave to make some tea.
Why did I take the cup out and drink it, while it was hot, without a tea bag?
Now… What was I suppose to do? I can’t think…
Life is a rollercoaster, which every one has to go through.
I think, of a lot of things, all the time…
How can I forget the one thing, that I’m suppose to be doing.
I need milk… I went to two stores today, but I forgot the milk!
Today is a new day, I just came back from the store, but I forgot the….
A cell phone is a light in a sea of darkness.
What is my home phone number? *I don’t know, I don’t call myself. I will get my cell phone, so I can tell you.”
* (Tip: sometimes, it better to use this line, instead of trying to remember your phone number, when your put on the spot)
I run out of the house, to catch a mouse.
I bring you a treat, before your feet.
I climb on your bed and sometimes your head.
I rip your papers to shred…
I scratch the furniture…
I jump on the counter, to drink your water.
I relax on your chair, without a care.
I climb on your lap, to take a nap.
I don’t care… So there…
Writing 201: Poetry, Topic: Trust, Acrostic, Internal Rhyme. If you look at the first letter of each sentence, you will see that it spells: Magical Creatures.
A Fairy Whispers
Magical creatures can be sweet
A fairy whispers in your sleep
Good night wishes are just play
Imaginary you say, oh nay
Count your blessing, there not mean
A fairy is a lovely being
Lonely at times, they will whine
Creating a sound, that you can’t hear
Really listen, it’s useless my dear
Each whine is quiet as can be
A fairy whispers, in your sleep
The tiniest sound is hard to hear
Useless with just your ears
Rarely are the fairies heard
Even if your awake instead
So, next time you go to bed, there could be a fairy near your head
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