On these pages are poems that I've written.
This was a Christmas poem:
I CAN'T BUY YOU...
I can't buy you jammies or smelly perfume;
I can't buy you stuff for you to consume,
I can't buy you things that you really can't use,
Or items garage salers would want to refuse.
I can't buy you tickets to go on a cruise,
Or an hour long rub from a paid masseuse,
I can't even buy you a compact of blush;
Can I regift a used item? Hmm, toothbrush?
I can't buy you sweet stuff like sugary juice,
Or stuff to fluff your hair like spray-on mousse,
I can't buy you items like high-heeled shoes,
Or lotto scratch-off tickets to win or lose.
I certainly can't buy you a shiny new car,
Or the polishing goo that comes in a jar;
I can't buy you things given to charity,
Or fiber to fix your irregularity.
I CAN do something that's so much better
And it's not an ad in a local newsletter,
It's just a simple, "I want you to know,"
My family...Jennifer, Malcolm, and Alexander...
I love you, so!!
Love, Mom
In my Algebra class, we were given a task of what we would do with $13 a week...this was my answer.
Promises of a permutation of an inconsistent system of equations has led to a new ordered pair in the oval office. The magnitude of the sequence of events has brought on the speed of which transformations cannot be trivial, but hopefully contains a solution or a solution set to the problems. To simplify the translation: Lots of money to fix the economy FAST. My absolute value of this distribution is thirteen dollars a week. To evaluate the combination of ways to use this determination, I have devised my solution.
A lottery ticket to hope of one life win,
To get me out of this fix I'm in,
Or maybe a drink or two, to blur
The misfortune that I can't seem to deter.
I've gained no big money, that's clear to see,
There's no 'cash out' in the future for me;
But it might be the push on up, you know,
More taxes, new bracket, oh my, here I go!
The absolute value of our dollar is decreasing
It's less uniformed men on the street, policing.
The oval office and it's new order pair,
Aren't going to fix our mess with our lousy healthcare.
What am I going to do with $13 a week?
Let me calculate just what I can seek;
A couple gallons of gas or lunch with a friend,
As long as we go dutch when we pay at the end.
One dividend of Delta Airlines we can get,
But no ticket to ride on a powerful jet;
What can you do with that kind of cash?
It's just not enough for a pick-up of trash.
So, in all, my share is nothing to bank,
I feel like I got the weight and then I just sank;
It's all good cause in the end, you see,
We'll all still be here and happy, <hee hee>!!
This was one I wrote for Jen's friend, Kim, on her birthday.
TURNING THIRTY
You were so young when I met you,
Together in Robinswood, we were so cool,
My family moved, I stayed, out of the blue,
To finish up the end of our middle school.
We grew up fast and we moved apart,
I, to Georgia, to my sweetheart,
You with the concrete and not enough green,
Polo shirts and soccer and lots of sunscreen.
I miss my friend, Kim, she's now on facebook,
Some time all alone, it's her own little nook,
I miss her honestly, and her moody times,
Her sensitivity, man, we were partners in crime.
Now, she's married to firefighter, Kevin,
She'll roll her eyes, but says he's from heaven,
He lights up her life with his love and his care,
Then he lights up the lawn with his Christmas flair.
Children, Logan, Chelsea, Wyatt, and Rhett,
Stay at home mom, to be the best yet,
Hates living in a city called a tourist trap,
She's sentmental, too, but won't take your crap.
Dreams, traveling, attention, she loves,
She adores home decor, it's one step above,
Don't anger her or bother her when she's pissed,
She was Queen Elizabeth before all of this.
I wish for my friend and confidant,
The best of all birthdays, you deserve the flaunt,
Thirty happens but once in your life,
Friend, sister, mom, lover, and wife!
A Christmas Poem
mErRy ChRiStMaS
I thought about buying a gift,
For you and your family,
But when I got to the store,
Nothing jumped out, had your name on it.
I tried to remember things you like,
Do you bicycle or like to hike?
Then, I remembered what it is you do,
And it doesn't come wrapped in a package for you.
It's the pleasure of family,
And the leisure time,
That you take when you're off work,
Including this job and thine.
So, I wish for you this simple thing,
During this joyous season,
Enjoy all your family,
But get you some sleep in!!!
This was one I wrote for my speech class.
Bees
Born a queen bee, they feed me the best,
And the neuters are non-producing girls in the nest.
Others are males who are all just drones,
Waiting to mate with this queen on the throne.
I fly straight up away from the hive,
And mate with the strongest, a matrimonial dive,
Return to the nest, the males and the groom,
Exterminated by the neuters, they meet with their doom.
A funeral entails to move the males out,
No need for dead bees to be lying about,
The girls tend to me while I lay my eggs,
Others gather nectar, pollen sticks to their legs.
So, in the hive, as the nectar gets thick,
The girls are buzzing and working real quick,
A lot of eggs to feed and nurture, then see,
More drones, neuters, maybe a new queen bee.
So, if you happen to hear a bee buzz,
It's all just business, pollen stuck to some fuzz;
And carrying nectar to the hive by wing,
Don't get too close, you might get a bad sting!
January 27, 2010
