Boy in a tea cup

© 2007 badabing

Swim the uphill river, boy
Watch out for the poison koi
Lethal ducks will pass you by
Tricky, yes, but you must try

Mind the mermaids over there
Just ignore their breasts so bare
Even though the sight is sweet
Pass them by, don’t even greet

Oh my word, here comes the log
On it sits the magic frog
Slimy, full of tricks, he is
Do not try to touch him, please

In the distance is the end
Winning is a noble trend
Kick your legs, boy, swim swim swim
One day you will reach the rim

July 27, 2007. General Poetry. No Comments.

Star Travel

© 2007 badabing

Come this way, no, that’s too far
Watch out for that moving star
Constellation Alpha Tau
Up ahead, you clumsy cow

Speed of light is much too slow
Press the button there marked “GO”
Now we’re speeding to our goal
We must play our jolly roles

See the planet over there?
That’s the one with Satan’s lair
Hot and burning, doomed and black
Seems we’ve slightly gone off track

Hard to starboard, turn that wheel
Slight confusion I now feel
Can you tell me where we are?
Lost we are, but not by far

July 27, 2007. General Poetry. No Comments.

Trust me

© 2007 badabing

Lose the stupid stare, my dear
I know what you want to hear
Promises of love’s delight
Trust me when I say I’m right

Never will my hands be yours
Get your ass up from the floor
Bake a cake or throw some dough
Sweep the floor but take it slow

Come now, woman, don’t be shy
I don’t want to see you cry
Someday you might be my wife
Lose the temper, lose that knife

There’s the outer stairs, my dear
I know what you like to fear
Promises of violent fight
Trust me when I say goodnight

July 27, 2007. General Poetry. No Comments.

The Gift

© 2007 ADuster77

My eyes twinkle like diamonds
As I enter the room
Dart around
Absorb all
The mirrors
The barre
The dancers
Home once again

Thinking of The Gift while I
Pull on my skirt
Lace up my shoes
S-t-r-e-t-c-h arms, legs, back, and neck

Prepare…
Stand at the barre
The smooth wood is silk in my hands
Music begins to flow through the room
Execute movements of the warm-up routine
First position
Second position
Third, Fourth, then Fifth
A necessary evil to get to The Gift

The Gift will come soon my mind truly knows
While I work on my turns
And
Elongate my neck
And
Increase my extension
And
Make my leaps soar
And don’t forget to “POINT YOUR TOES!”

Take your places my instructor booms
Girls scurry to their spots
“And 5,6,7,8….”
The routine begins
Concentrate
Sweat
Give my all

The music stops and starts and stops and starts
Practice routines to prepare for The Gift
Over and over and over again
The big night approaching they must be just right

The Gift is here
Finally arrived
The butterflies flutter as I
Pin up my hair
Put on my face
Step into my costume that sparkles with grace

Inhale a calming breath….
Step on the stage and take my place
The stage is home to me

The work and dedication now rewarded
With The Gift of performing

July 25, 2007. General Poetry. No Comments.

piranha thoughts

© 2007 Nick Soden

my dancing thoughts
twist and foam like waves
and eat like piranhas;
they navigate sharply

but where do I go?
the lighthouse is no where
and my boat made for one is sinking;
there’s a flapping fish in the boat,
i try to catch it to let it swim, but it’s too slippery.

July 18, 2007. General Poetry. No Comments.

Can you be my fairytale?

© 2007 eleriann

Can you be my fairytale?
I was just wondering,
Can you make me happy always?
But do you know when to let me cry.
Oh this is just something on my mind,
I was just wondering,
If you would be my fairytale, tonight.

And if tonight will stretch into forever,
Or will it end when we wake up,
Cause you know that’s not my fairytale.
I won’t regret, I know you’ve got to make mistakes,
If you’re to truly know what’s right
And I think I can see my fairytale in you,
Can you be my fairytale tonight?

Will you know when to bring roses?
And when to leave them on the floor,
Cause you know that all I’ll want is your arms
And a few words you know exactly how too say,
Do you love me with a love even I can’t fight?
Do you know exactly how I need everything to be?
Can you be my fairytale tonight?

I wonder if you know what my castle looks like,
How the clouds crowd around its spires,
Everyone would want a piece of our happiness,
And everyone would feel the love like they felt the sun
On their skin, the sun’s fact and the sun is right,
That’s how we’d be in my fairytale and I was wondering,
Have I found my fairytale tonight?

You would know that your stolen kisses,
Were in truth given freely and with love,
But it’s just more fun if we pretend,
You’d know when the chase was over,
But you’d keep on running through the night,
Because you know that I love it that way,
And you know that you’re my fairytale and everything’s all right.

In my fairytale I wouldn’t get bored
And I wouldn’t have to be cruel to save us both,
And no one would hate that I loved you,
There would be no skeletons to tear you away,
And in my fairytale even if I wasn’t always right
It would always be okay to be wrong,
And our love would last much longer than just one fairytale night.

Can you be my fairytale?
I was just wondering,
Can you make me happy always?
But do you know when to let me cry.
Oh this is just something on my mind,
I was just wondering,
If you would be my fairytale, tonight.

July 8, 2007. General Poetry. No Comments.

© 2007 dwazdip

I named a blade of grass after you
It stood near rusting iron rails
Which raced through wildflower cities
To forgotten destinations

In the company of dandelions it grew
Soft and wild
Tended by lumbering ladybugs
Touched by tips of butterfly wings

Its brown edges spoke to me of random life
Where manicuring machinery had never been
To hack and harry
To cultivate and conform

It sprang from the earth joyously
Reaching upward, unrestrained
Yearning toward the sun
Whose color was reflected in the golden blade

While the rest of the world shouted
I leaned close and spoke softly
To a single blade of grass
And it nodded in the whispering breeze

July 7, 2007. General Poetry. No Comments.

Unwanted Ending

© 2007 Daftrabbit

But I love you so much.
I so don’t want this to end.
I feel so lonely when you’re not there and my heart turns to stone.
How did we get to this desperate place?
I just don’t understand anymore.
You’ve blown my mind.
How did we get so lost?
In this malign and treacherous wood,
Birdsong as it grows dark.

Where will it end, O loved one?
With our parting,
Never to share each others thoughts again?
Never to see each others face again?
Never to kiss again?

It’s not that I can’t survive without you,
It’s just your radiant mind that’s so hard to be without,
And being apart from you,
Leaves a gaping hole in the centre of my life.
And however much you resent me now,
You will miss me when I’m gone

Psychic surgery will sever our two souls
And the scars will show for years.
We will be like Boris Karloff and Elsa Lanchester in Bride of Frankenstein,
Only we’ll die alone and not together, like they did.

And what about the cat,
What will become of him?
Think about his furry, ginger face and tell me it’s not all bad.
Oh loved one, do not leave us.

Becoming strangers, how can this be?
Tell me it’s not so.
But at this crossroads now looming
Our paths could separate forever.
But there’s the sting,
For a caged bird longs for freedom,
Not a cosy living room to sit in.

Do not go, my Psychic Witch,
Stay and darken my night.
Bring magic and mystery to my life.
But of course the cat is yours.

July 4, 2007. General Poetry. No Comments.

guilt consumes me while I weep

© 2007 purplepenguins

guilt consumes me while I weep
tears, bitter and lonely
memories drown me while I sleep
a restless haunting wakes me
I wake with sweat upon my skin
my eyes are dry, yet the mirror cries
reflecting tears within
with sad surrender, my childhood dies
I’m left alone to wonder,
“will his love ever be enough?
can he ever stop the hunger
that burns under my skin so tough?”

July 3, 2007. General Poetry. 2 Comments.

Parting Shots

© 2007 Daftrabbit

So here we are then, finally at the end.
A parting of the ways, never to meet again.
We’ll stitch up the wounds, and clean up the blood,
And eventually it will stop hurting.
But for now, melancholy is all.
And this life is but a shadow.

So what was it all about, this confusion and strife?
Why did the nightingale have to die?
Who built this wall between us?
And where will our fates now take us?
Your reflection in my minds eye,
Now from a funfair hall of mirrors.

The scorpion’s sting and the lion’s claw,
Made a real mess of us both.
I’m shredded and bleeding,
And you’re full of poison.
And it’s too late to turn back the clock,
The damage is already done.

How could we hurt each other so?
In time, will we regret?
Will my ghost follow you down the years?
Or will you soon forget,
And only think of me,
As one of those mistakes people sometimes make.

Will your memory dog my days?
Will you make me wish for death?
Will my soul survive your leaving?
One becomes two, separated forever,
And my heart screams at the loss,
And I’ll scream for years.

July 3, 2007. General Poetry. No Comments.

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