online today!ooby_dooby Poetry (13)

Here we go in a flung festoon,
Half-way up to the jealous moon!
Don't you envy our pranceful bands?
Don't you wish you had extra hands?
Wouldn't you like if your tails were -- so --
Curved in the shape of a Cupid's bow?
Now you're angry, but -- never mind,
Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!

Here we sit in a branchy row,
Thinking of beautiful things we know;
Dreaming of deeds that we mean to do,
All complete, in a minute or two --
Something noble and grand and good,
Won by merely wishing we could.
Now we're going to -- never mind,
Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!

All the talk we ever have heard
Uttered by bat or beast or bird --
Hide or fin or scale or feather --
Jabber it quickly and all together!
Excellent! Wonderful! Once again!
Now we are talking just like men.
Let 's pretend we are... never mind,
Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!
This is the way of the Monkey-kind.

The
old Oak
tree was in
pretty bad shape. It
had been hit by lightning in 78.
Kids climbed on it and broke some
branches. About 50 feet away there was
a wild cherry, it's bark was very smooth and
it's leaves so green. Every year it made such pretty
white flowers. The wild cherry was just a twig when
the old Oak saw her. The old Oak had a kind heart and
welcomed her to the forest for he knew the wild cherry
needed his help in the growing game. Everyday he would
say good morning to the wild cherry and she would respond
in kind. They talked for hours about everything there was.
She wished she could move like the deer and the squirrels but
her roots aren't legs nor were the old Oaks. Sometimes it would
rain and sometimes it would snow, but through it all, he was
there to guide her and she to learn. He told her things that only
an old Oak knows and she told him of her dreams and fears
and hopes. Then one day the men came with their saws to cut
him down. She screamed but of course they couldn't hear
her, everyone knows trees can't make a sound, at least
not the kind you can hear. The old Oak tree was in
pretty bad shape. It had been hit by lightning in 78
It was time for it to go, and everyone knew it
Now the wild cherry is alone in the woods.
Her grief is boundless because she
lost her friend, her mentor,
her “Daddy". But
the most
important
lesson he
taught her
he taught
her from
the wood pile.
Old Oak trees don't last
forever, and sometimes you
get no second chance to tell him
thanks for everything he's done

You are every woman to me
And sure as the sky's above
No other woman can I see
No other woman will I love

I see you on the street
I see you at the store
I see you in the my dreams
I need to see you more

I sought you since my adolescence
Was fooled by many pretenders
But none of them had your sweet essence
They weren't even contenders

I seek you out in the spring
When perfume fills the air
It seems my heart just cannot sing
Because you're never there

I seek you out in summer
through many a sweltering night
I create you in my slumber
Til morning fills with light

The leaves turn brown and start to fall
the sun retreats and summer dies
I sit and stare at my bedroom wall
til your image fills my tear filled eyes

Winter finds me at my window
peering through frosty pane
you won't be there I know
but I stand there just the same

My mother was far from perfect
She always drank to excess
She tried to drown her loneliness
In beer and booze I guess

Came home from school one day
To find her on the floor
My sister and brother were there
And rags stuffed under the door

The whole house of gas did smell
All 4 burners were on they said
The oven door was open as well
The 3 of us wrestled her to bed

By morning she had sobered up
Alive, to face another day
Found her broken coffee cup
With hardly a reason to pray

One night while surfing the World Wide Web
I saw a funny name that said
"Dripping with Anticipation"
How this stirred my imagination
Could this be the one I thought
Or will this lead again to naught
I mustn't let myself be fooled
My ardor must be quickly cooled
But if she is the one I seek
Then surely I must not be meek

I say hello and ply my charms
One day she may be in my arms
Through twists and turns our words unwind
I never thought that I would find
The woman that I sought so long
It feels too right, it can't be wrong
We talk for hours well into the night
Til sunrise fills my room with light
Must say goodbye but I just can't do it
If she doesn't return I'll know I blew it

The hours pass til the sun goes down
She doesn't come back and I can only frown
Was it something I said that scared her away?
Should I sit here for another day?
Hours turn to days and days become weeks
I cruise the chat rooms with the rest of the geeks
Maybe I'll see her flirting with someone
But she's not there, and I talk to no one

A month goes by and finally I get
A letter from a guy I've never met
It's her cousin and he hates to inform me
The news that we are never to be
With careful words that fill me with dread
He tells me that my Lori is dead

Ovarian cancer the doctors said
Chills went from my toes to my head
They tried very hard to save her for me
Ripped out her guts by hysterectomy
But it was too late to save her life
I lost my dream to make her my wife

There's nothing that's quite like cookies and wine
When your starving it's tasty and simply devine
you can keep your cornbread and Mulligan stew
your donuts and burgers and fried ocra too

Don't give me oysters I can't even look at em
for franks and baked beans I had never a yen
But cookies and wine now there's a real treat
to partake such a meal will put you to sleep

I went outside one morning to play

I met a man who said good day

You had eggs for breakfast today

Would he know this? I said No Way

How could you know this I pray?

Because it's all over your face!

How do I love thee?

Let me count the ways.

Completely

Passionately

Unconditionally

For the rest of my days

I love you more than my eyes

Without you there is nothing to see

I love you more than my hands

Caressing you is their sole purpose

I love you more than my arms

They serve no use but to embrace you

I love you more than my ears

Your voice is the only music I hear

I love you more than my own existence

Without you life wouldn't be worth living

How long will I love you?

Only time will tell

But if you weren't allowed in Heaven

I would follow you to Hell

How to see through dripping eyes
only then can the truth be exposed
everything is blurry and out of focus
but never have I seen things so clear

By Louise Owen

The black sky tingles
with a million white stars;
Blue burns Serius
red burns Mars.
Venus in the east
hangs bigger than a moon,
and the green-laced horizon
says dawn will be soon.

And the farmer wakes up, and the farmer boy rouses,
and the lights go on in the little white houses

Early fires smoke
is lighter than the sky;
in a hundred skillets
bacon goes to fry.
In a hundred coffee pots
coffee bubbles up,
and a hundred farmers wives
drink their first blessed cup

And the cows grow restless , and the farm boys yawn,
and in big red barns all the morning lights go on

The warm milk rings
in the bottom of the pails;
the warm milk foams
and the cows switch their tails.
The school children shiver
and stretch their little legs,
and run to the henhouse
to pick the morning eggs

The chimney smoke is pink in the light of the dawn;
the sky is like a roman sash, the morning star is gone.
The sun stands up with a laugh, with a shout,
and in all the little houses the lights go out.

I think I'll get out of bed today
I'm sick of laying here day after day
with no one to come with nothing to say
the nurses will help me as long as I pay

The ceiling is boring I've seen it before
nothing on TV except blood and gore
the classical music is getting me sick
I really need something to give me a kick

How did I wind up in this hospital bed
surely I must have been out of my head
They tell me the other guy wound up dead
I kinda wish it was me instead

I never meant to hurt anybody
I only wanted to impress that hottie
you know the one with a black miniskirt
God my head is starting to hurt

Maybe I'll wait til tomorrow to get out of bed
maybe by then I'll be clear in my head
being in here sure seems insane
I only wish I could remember my name

We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.

With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze
Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.

We chat with each other, we type all our woes
Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.

We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.

We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.

We do form friendships - but - why we don't know
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.

Why is it on screen, we can be so bold
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.

Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind
With those we can't see, as though we were blind.

The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.

We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust.

Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains
They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names.