Oh, Johnny boy…

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

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Four and twenty blackbirds looking at me


I lay in bed tired as can be

I look to the window and what do I see

Four and twenty blackbirds looking at me

I must be dreaming, this I possibly can’t see

I open my eyes wide and sure enough they’re looking at me

I get nervous thinking of that bird movie on tv

I don’t mind birds, but just a few

This is obvious too many, what to do

I close my eyes again, to get a wink or two

As I turn over and open one eye

I realize it’s 3am and just a dark sky

No more ice cream before bed

I can’t handle these visions in my head

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…

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

Sweet Water…

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…

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

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…

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