The Sadness Worm

You never feel it move or squirm,
But you know when you’ve got,
The Sadness Worm.
You get it when you swallow pain.
And it makes a mark.
It makes a stain.
So everybody knows your plight.
You’ve got this worm,
This parasite.
It shrinks away from joy and fun,
Just like a vampire avoiding the sun.
Unfortunately there is no cure,
No medicine to take for sure.
The Sadness Worm gets sick and weak,
But it never dies,
Just goes to sleep.
It burrows deep inside your heart,
And from within,
Tears you apart.
And there it stays and there it lies,
Until one day,
Your heart just dies.

THANK GOD (A Reclamation Project)

So much to be thankful for,
That’s why I say it, nothing more,
No bearded man up in the sky,
No entity, no reason why,
No dogma, no theology,
Just thankful’s a good way to be,
So no,
I do not find it odd,
If now and then I say thank God,
There’s so much to be thankful for,
That’s why I say it,
Nothing more.

If you don’t get just what I say,
Let me put it another way,
Just because I don’t believe in God,
Does not mean I’m not humbled and awed,
By the great whole wide world we share,
By wonders I see everywhere,
It’s natural that me and you,
Want something to be thankful to,
So we made it up, we made a name,
A symbol there to love or blame.

But I like the word, I think it’s nice,
A sound literary device,
No spirit, no nor entity,
The word God is just you and me,
Represents all that we can be,
Our collective thoughts and energy,
No church, no heaven; all that’s absurd,
And truly just pollutes the word,
The word God should mean so much more,
Should show what we’re all thankful for.

So,
God is not good, God is not great,
Got is not angry or irate,
And if you think, I’m sure you’ll find,
God only exists in your mind,
No need to confess or pray,
Just learn to think another way,
Accept who you are and how you’ve been,
There is no original sin,
God is a word, and nothing more,
To show what we’re all thankful for.

Drowsy

These pills might make you drowsy,
That’s what the doctor said.
What she really meant to say is,
You should probably be in bed.
Don’t try to work or drive a car,
Or use the stove or open cans.
Take one when you feel lousy.
Just don’t make any other plans.

On Graduation Hat Day…

I’m back, everyone! Mark and Erika say hello. I’ve been working on my Graduation Hat Day poem since I got back this afternoon, with a lot of help from Master Poet Ken. Here’s what I’ve come up with so far:

With many friends throughout the years,
You’ve shared laughter and shared tears.
Worked and studied very hard,
And spent some time in the schoolyard.
We teachers try our best to educate,
So that all of you can graduate.
It is very often hard, although,
It is to help you grow, and know,
That we wouldn’t put you through it,
If we did not know that you could do it.
It may feel like years ‘till the big day,
But it’s really only weeks away.
When they see that hat upon your head,
Many tears of pride and joy will be shed.

Poetry Corner

In order to keep the poetry coming this holiday weekend, I’ll post this classic from Little Richard. I first heard this recited by Steve Allen, in a melding of the music and poetry worlds years before Bob Dylan.

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Tutti frutti, oh rudy
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
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I’ve got a gal, named Sue
She know just what to do
I got a gal, named Sue
She knows just what to do
She rocks to the east
She rolls to the west
She’s the gal that I love best

Tutti frutti, oh rudy
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
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I’ve got a gal, named Daisy
She almost drives me crazy
I’ve got a gal, named Daisy
She almost drives me crazy
She knows how to love me
Yes indeed, boy you don’t know
What she’s doin’ to me

Tutti frutti, oh rudy
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
A-bop-bop-a-loom-op a-lop-bop-boom

I’ve got a gal named Daisy
She almost drives me crazy
I’ve got a gal, named Daisy
She almost drives me crazy
She knows how to love me
Yes indeed, boy you don’t know
What she’s doin’ to me

Tutti frutti, oh rudy
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
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Prickly

Right now I feel as though,
I accidently did swallow,
Something definitely prickly.
For I’m feeling rather sickly.
Like perhaps a porcupine,
Living in a blackberry vine.
Though the chances are remote,
That could be what’s in my throat.

Bunny Inc.

An Easter day all bright and sunny, Preparing for the Easter bunny,
That comes up from his little hole, And gives out all the eggs he stole,
He hops around, does all the playing, While hens work to do all the laying,
Their product’s great, fine execution, But they know naught of distribution,
So bunny put two and two together, A perfect blend of fur and feather,
With some savvy market tricks, He threw some chocolate in the mix,
Through work and brains and dedication, He brought the world a new creation,
So Happy Easter, With a nod and wink,
All brought to you by Bunny Inc.

My Favorite Thing

For those who love to read,
Then a Kindle’s what you need.
It’s the coolest thing I’ve got,
And I use it quite a lot.
It’s not overpriced and sad,
Like some slick and white iPad.
Oh, my precious Kindle reader,
Undisputed market leader!
It holds three thousand books,
And I love the way it looks.
I charge it once a month at most,
Which is surely worth a boast.
I just really want to sing,
About how I love this thing.
By now you must want one,
So come on and join the fun!

For A Moment….

Thought I found the perfect words to say,
For a moment,
Then they slipped away,
But in that moment everything was good.
You understood my innermost,
Saw the ghost of things that used to be,
I’d found a way to help you see,
Beyond the pain,
Blame,
Wrong or right,
To put things in a different light,
You had your own epiphany,
Knew the ties left binding you and me,
Are ties built deep and meant to last,
Irregardless of the past,
Saw your warm, accepting, glowing heart,
I sensed you ready to restart,
I’d found the perfect words to say,
For a moment,
Then they slipped away.

The Blink Of An Eye

The blink of an eye,
A lifetime comes swirling and twirling on by,
Leaving childhood memories,
Flitting stark through their haze,
As you lay there in bed near the end of your days,
While half worlds away I’m moved gently to tears,
With a soft reminisce through our parallel years,
To think that those times that we spent long ago,
Still live deep within us in ways we don’t know,
To come back in an instant when lately I hear,
You lay there in bed,
Your last days drawing near.