I got me a sticker…

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…

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Here comes the weekend…

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… ūüôā

I and my hoverboard up in the air…

Writing 201:  Poetry.  Day Ten: Future, Sonnet, Chiasmus

I and my hoverboard up in the air

My hover board comes tomorrow!

I can’t wait…

As soon as the package comes,

I will rip it open with a scream.

For I am the only one,  that will have one on my block.

The kids will be jealous, but I won’t care.

I and my hoverboard up in the air.

I’ll go to the store, maybe the mall.

Maybe to the drive in…

To score a hot dog.

I will keep my hoverboard under my bed.

Safe and secure, out of sight and out of reach.

Oh, the places we will go…

To the zoo, then the park.

Or maybe just riding it down my street, for everyone to see.

My lost sock monkey…

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.

You wave goodbye…

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

My Hero… <3

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

My memory is a little cloudy about that incident…

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 don’t care… So there…

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…

A fairy whispers in your sleep…

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

Writing 201: Poetry…

Well, I struggled tonight, with the one they call Limerick. ¬†So here goes…

The mouse

A big mouse came into my room

I screamed and grabbed the broom

I swiped his head

His under the bed

Now his in the other room

Japan

There once was a lady from Japan

Who always looked so grand

She rode in a trolley

Sucking on a lolly

Now her days of grand, have turned into sand