The Bridgethe bridge was just outside of townThe Bridge6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and had a nice little creek running under it
twenty feet to the surface and a deep hole
that was full of trout and suckers and chub
fat and sassy and fun to catch
the bottom of the creek was sandy
the banks were low sloped and
talk about a kid magnet!
in the summer we went there to fish
and swim and dig in the sand and
look under rocks for crawfish to
scare the girls with
(more than a few made their way
into a sisters underwear drawer)
we jumped off the top rail of the bridge
into the deep water hole below
on the way to splashdown
over and over wed jump
until Lenny broke his ankle
then the bridge was off-limits
to summer-starved boys
with nothing to look forward to now
except the dry pages of winter
© John Hardesty 2009
What Happened To The Unicorns?What Happened To The Unicorns?8 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
What Happened to the Unicorns Grampy?
The little girl burst into the old man's parlor with a determined look on her face. "What happened to the Unicorns Grampy"!
"And just what is it that makes you so certain that that your old Grampy knows the answer to that, little lassie"! He answered the young girl in a heavy Irish brogue.
"You know! Momma said you know! Momma said you did it! You took them away"! The candle on the table jumped about an inch in height, and the old wizard corrected the flame without a thought.
The little girl was close to tears by now, and the old wizard decided that it was time she had learned the truth about the beautiful magical "mythical" beast!
"Now Now there! Be ya not that way about it! Come over her by Grampy's fire and warm yourself, and let me tell ya where they went."
The little gir
CagedI am not who you think I am.Caged6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You hear a southern drawl
You see a tom-boy glide
Into the room and immediately
You've made up your mind about
Who I am and what I am about
Hold me up against that standard
In your mind and I won't add up.
You don't know me.
I am not who you think I am.
You see cream colored skin
Blue eyes and brown hair
But under all of these trappings
Desert sands shift in my soul
To the beat of tablas and doumbeks
And the shimmer of the ney flute
Sends my blood coursing
Hot and earnest through me.
You don't know me.
I am not who you see before you.
This is all just outer confinements
Boundaries and lines drawn in air
To keep the world safe from
Seeing the animal deep inside me,
The wraith hiding in my eyes.
This animal that breaths life into my spine
Wreaks havoc on my hips
And twists my hands into knots
In attempts to portray things
That only I can understand...
The one who pulls me onto dance floors
To the heady rhythm of house music
KAD: PrologueHey Abby, thats unfair! Gabe, a young Mobian hedgehog of the age of twelve, yelled to his friend as she splashed him by surprise with one of the many muddy puddles disperced throughout her backyard. Gabe and a couple of his friends had been fooling around by Abbys house when suddenly she decided to start some sort of water fight. It had rained the night before and the yard was a living swamp.KAD: Prologue7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
That wasnt unfair, Abby stated, I just took you by surprise. Admit it Gabe.
She threw her hands to her hips and stuck out her tongue; her once-white dress full of water and mud. It was quite a windy day, causing her navy-blue hair to fly out of her golden headband to the front of her creamy muzzle; her green eyes flashing with intimidation.
You dont scare me if thats what youre trying to do, Gabe cocked back as his own black hair draped behind him; his gradient-like strip
Don't Grind The GearsDont grind the gearsDon't Grind The Gears7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My dad always said
change gears smoothly--
always use your head
Do it how I showed you
dont use the clutch
sometimes it seems
like you dont listen much
Listen to the engine
it will tell you when its time
to let off on the throttle
at the top of its whine
Make the change smoothly
as the revolutions fall
time is of the essence
so the engine wont stall
If you miss the gear
dont let panic set in
just rev up the engine
until it finally slips in
Always be smooth
my dad always said
dont let your gears grind
and always keep your head
That was thirty years ago
I remember every day
the patience of my father
always smoothed the way
Giovanni Baglione Speaks OutNot many in this city still rememberGiovanni Baglione Speaks Out6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how inauspiciously young Merisi's career
began, how he was driven from Milan,
a hounded fugitive, after he murdered
some other drunken, brawling lout.
That's why he arrived at Rome a beggar
with only his body to offer for bread,
all those years ago.
Now he's running again. He loves
that sword of his too much. Yet another
drunken wastrel paid for a quarrel
in the worthless coin of his life.
Even those bankers and Cardinals,
whose gold encouraged his pretensions,
even they could see that this time
he had put himself beyond the reach
of their protection.
Rome is well rid of him.
Those wealthy frien
Love Me AnywayIf my house is a mess, excuse me, I didn't feel like cleaning today;Love Me Anyway8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If my hair isn't brushed, forgive me, sometimes I like it that way;
If my shirt's not tucked in, I'm sorry, my style may differ from yours;
If my dishes are piled, I know that, but sometimes I get tired of chores;
If I'm not thin enough to your liking, it won't really matter, it's true;
'Cuz if you're thinking all this about me, just think what I'm thinking of you;
If I slipped I don't mean to offend you, sometimes I get carried away;
If I'm not perfect, overlook it, and love me anyway!
Money Tree Seed_gag-giftMoney Tree Seed_gag-gift8 years ago in Humor More Like This
*Use this picture (or make your own ) to glue on the front of an envelope, this will serve as the seed packet (fill with approx. 10 dollars worth of quarters). I suggest an invitation size envelope:
43/8 x 53/4.
You will, also need a small flower pot large enough to fit the seed packet and letter into. Ta-da---your gag gift is ready to hand deliver to whomever you desire. Enjoy.
Now for the Letter:
Dear fellow Gardener,
The question has been asked in recent days Who wants to be a millionaire?. Well, quite frankly, I ask. . . who doesnt? With that said, I have a rare discovery to share with you from our remote location here at THE FUNNY FARM laboratories---WE HAVE FOUND THE MONEY TREE!!! Thats right Friend, the fabled tree of fortune, but alas, there is a minor flaw in our otherwise wondrous find---there is only one tree and no known way to propagate it.
So, heres the deal, through o
When It Is Time For You To GowhenWhen It Is Time For You To Go10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that you must leave
go like you entered
the space between the wall
and air conditioner
compress yourself as
small as you can
if you release
skin and saltwater
dust, dead skin and rage
you can become skinny
like the side of a shadow
slide through the crevice
until the night air tastes you
under your skin
licks you with a black tongue
and leaves stars on
declare gravity fictitious
stride the thin air
like a nomad on
an evacuated state street
a big city's ghost town that is
carried on the wind's skeleton.
eat it's silence.
and in a voice that is blue black
you can preach clouds by night
to a congregation of trees and
sidewalk squares and
pour libations for summer crickets
and autumn locusts that reincarnate -
learn their songs and release
their small lightning
into your hands
then touch yourself
be electric and free
for you are
without boundaries and
Grandma's GardenGrandma's Garden7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once in your garden were children,
Hungry and eager to know.
You watered them with education,
And gave them the sunlight to grow.
You haven't stopped tending your garden.
You're just growing different things!
Flowers of service and family,
Love to make other hearts sing.
No EscapeNo Escape3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tried pressing escape
Still Sitting here...
Welcome SummerWelcome Summer8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One does not receive a summer day
from the pages of a book;
nor can one feel the soft flutter of butterfly wings
as he hides indoors from the sun.
The scent of a rose in the garden will not rise
to the nose of a man on his couch.
Then go forth!
Feel the feathery fern flip around your ankles,
let the blue of the sky soak into your eyes.
Allow the little dragonfly to alight on your arm.
Welcome summer with your heart outside!
My MidwestDesert alive, forMy Midwest5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
dots plaster the bluegrass as
the prairie dogs bark
Leavedon't slip upLeave8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hold your breath
she'd kill if she found out
about your best kept secret
give a good excuse
to why you're home so late
make it very convincing
don't let her find out about me
claim she's your one and only
but when she's not around
instantly call me up
just to hear me say hello
zip your lips
and throw away the key
close off your heart
and forget about me
i can't keep being your
dirty little secret
that's technically not even dirty
so please just leave
until you can grow up
and tell her about me
and make it clear
that she's going to have to deal
and if you leave
and never return
i will have lost my best friend
but maybe your face will fade
i can't keep thinking about you
when all you do is think about her
i can't keep talking to you
when she doesn't even have a clue
you're tearing me up inside
and i can't take it anymore
i'm tired of feeling the need to cry
everytime my phone rings
i can't stand the thought
of you holding her
i can't bare the thought
of you fucking her
What NCIS Has Taught Me...What NCIS Has Taught Me:What NCIS Has Taught Me...9 years ago in Humor More Like This
Rule #1: Never let Gibbs go without his coffee
Rule #2: Never sweeten Gibbs' coffee.
Rule #3: Never call Gibbs 'Jethro' (Rule doesn't apply to Ducky or Director Sheppard)
Rule #4: Never get Ziva angry.
Rule # 5: Don't read Probie's book.
Rule #6: Don't sleep with cute Asian chicks. (This rule excludes Palmer)
Rule #7: Don't let Ziva drive.
Rule #8: Don't trust Israelis. (Excluding Ziva )
Rule #9: .Don't say 'Fore' when Ducky's holding a Nibblick (nine-iron)
Rule #10: Always carry a knife
Rule #11: Don't lick DiNozzo. (This rule excludes Ziva. She can lick him all she wants.)
Rule #12: Never date a co-worker.
Rule #13: Never call Abby 'Abigail'. (This rule excludes Ducky)
Rule #14: There's no such thing as "coincidence".
Rule #15: Don't drink Gibbs' soup.
Rule #16: .Don't let the car get stolen.
Rule #17: Guilty until proven innocent
Rule #18: Don't let Probie see blood.
Rule #19: Don't leave your bleach tray in.
Rule # 20: Vomit does count as evidenc
Schoolthe place we go to get away from homeSchool8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we dont wanna be there either we just wanna be alone
we dont want to learn just spend time with friends
and we have to deal with teachers who smell and have bad breath
we hate doing homework
we want to do what we do best
just being a kid
not sitting at a desk
we want to sleep late
and go to the mall
not carry are heavy books all down the hall
but have to say school is fun
when your talking to friends, eating lunch, passing notes
bec its not like 1st grade when we would go to our cubbies
and hang up our coats
were growing up fast
and our time as a kid is comming to an end at last..
Sic Semper Tyrannis ISIC SEMPER TYRANNIS ISic Semper Tyrannis I8 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Every night I lose a pound of flesh,
From your coldness, your despise.
Hereafter this conflict more will rise.
With my glass full of empty lies.
And empty threats of your demise.
And one sharp stake in my eyes,
Stopping the cause of all my sighs
And to bring love to small of our size.
Every Night I smell your tears,
and ask "where have you been all these years"?
I'd thought you'd run from loveless leers,
From the way you seem to be.
Like Pagliacci and naive Nedda,
I am a clown, despite your love letters.
From every pound of flesh and each feather,
Also whenever the banshee's vendetta,
Hunts me like I should have known better.
As if my face could've got any wetter.
The wick of our love is not made of leather,
And will burn out soon.
To be absent for such long years,
And every night is flushed with tears,
Sorry fills up our empty fears.
And takes away our bliss.
All winter long, it shone upon thee.
Beyond the beat any eye could see,
The heart would break the chest o
i doForever takes me by a minute,i do7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
While I'm here with you.
I'm falling even more in love,
With everything you do.
Hold me in your arms,
Look deep into my eyes,
Don't turn away and let me go,
Don't ever tell me lies.
I swear I'll never let you go,
I'll always hold On Tight
I'll carry On Day And Night
There aren't enough hours,
In each passing day,
To find all the words,
I wish I could say.
Your kiss will last forever,
Your touch forever warm.
You'll guide me to the sunlight,
And shield me from the storm.
This is what I'm saying,
With everything that's true,
I swear on my life,
That baby i really do love you
- Love Poem -I want to write a poem for you- Love Poem -6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But I'm really not sure how
I want to find the words to say
How I want you here right now
The English language only goes so far
And I don't know what to do
'Cause a shitty love poem does only so much
To explain the great things about you
So I think this time I'll skip on a poem
Mine are no good, anyway
I'll just admit that I think I love you
And that's all I know how to say
hymn to the pigHymn to the Pighymn to the pig8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I once had a pig
He was rather big
That pig of mine
Who had fat entwined
In around his bones
I once tried to clone
That pig of mine
Who we confined
In a very large pen
Until he was ten
That pig of mine
He wanted to dine
With us each night
But we kept him out of sight
That pig of mine
He one night died
And we all wept
At the shocking concept
That we didnt have a pig
To love and dig
So we dug a pit
In which the pig would fit
And we made a shrine
To that pig of mine
To remember and recall
That pig and his downfall.
© Rachel Pearce