Jan 19

The Old King

There was an Old King who sat on a throne,
in a castle made of crumbling stone.
And the village around it was dying and dead,
with not enough food to make a single loaf of bread.
His reign was long forgotten,
his kingdom turning to dust,
he had no heir for the throne,
so he called for all his guardsmen and cooks,
the maids, the butlers, the keepers of books,
the gardeners, the butchers, and the dentists,
and said,
"Go home! the is nothing left in this dead and dying town,
you won't be able to leave,
if you don't leave now." 
Everyone protested and whined,
but deep down they knew the truth,
the old king was right.
One by one they packed their bags and left,
leaving the old king behind.

Jan 15

The Truth Of Trees

The big, beautiful birch tree outside my window,
Standing strong against the gentle breeze.
The shouts, and moans of the tree next to me,
All dressed up in lights,
being stripped of its bark by careless children,
it still grows on.
Trees surround us,
in cartoons,
and books.
Whether we realize it or not,
trees give us the air we breathe, 
walls and roofs for our homes,
hulls and masts for our boats,
chairs for us to sit on,
and rocking horses for us to have fun,
Trees are our life,
Whether we accept it or not,
believe it or not,
either way,
it's still true  
Jan 13

An Ode To Pomegranates

Oh, pomegranate,
I sing your praises, 
When I cut you open to reveal
The ruby gems that taste like heartbreak,
and joy.
I taste
The sweetness of a lemon,
and the bitterness of a blueberry,
the shine of the sun on the dew on a spring morning,
and the frozen flakes dancing down from the sky.
I feel a something that is different from everything,
and that is why,
Oh, pomegranate,
Your praises I sing    
Jan 11

Nursery Rhyme for Sleepy Heads

There once was a cat
and a dog,
in the middle of a bog,
The cat hissed and swiped,
The dog growled and yiped,
Then a frog jumped onto a lilypad
and said,
"You've had enough time to bicker and whine, 
Not cool!
Do you even know the time?!
Find a place to rest your head, 
and please,
and go to bed. 
Nov 27

The Deep End

I wish upon a dandelion,
That my wishes will come true,
Floating thoughts,
In my head,
I'm sorry,
I'm afraid I can't tell them to you.
Endless blue sky,
Turns to gray.
Winter is upon us, 
It gets closer every day.
It is not something to fear,
But something to hold very near,
Like the blanket draped over you,
the Hot Cocoa in your hands,
Summer may be over,
but that doesn't mean your happiness ends!
Snowball fights,

I wish upon the first,
Lonely star,
In a sky,
So big,
And endless.
My wish,
tossed into the rolling sea,
Will it be granted?
Wait to find out with me.
Gazing upon the planets,
Ever swirling in the big,
They have no choice to keep moving,
But time stands still.
Nov 07
poem challenge: Biden/Harris


The sigh of relief rings around the room,
shared by everyone who can breathe.
The number, 20 more than needed!
There is no way the red can win.
Blue has prevailed.
Thanks for voting America.

(No offense if you are Republican)
Nov 03

The Egg and The Orange (How Do You Like Me Now?)

The Egg said to the Orange
"I love you."
The Orange responded
"I wish I could to but you are so fat around the bottom. I wish you could fix that."
The Egg's smile drooped,
"Lets see."
The Egg traveled to the nearby villages and far away citys, searching for the one who could get rid of the problem. 
Finally, the Egg found someone, a Squash called Dr. Red.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Dr. Red asked, concern written all over,
"Of course!" said the Egg, "This is what I truly want." 
"Good." said Dr. Red, "Because what I am about to do is almost irreversible."
The Egg just waved Dr. Red on.
The Egg traveled back to the Orange, very please and happy.
"How do you like me now?" the Egg asked,
"I am so pleased!' said the Orange, "But now you are all cracked and you look like your shell will fall off at any second." 
"Oh." sighed the Egg, all the happiness flowing away.

Sep 01

The First Winds Of Change

Sep 01


The thoughts in my head race by,
I only write at night.
Faeire Queens and butterflies,
I only write at night.
Wars and pollution,
I only write at night.

As the bright stars race above me,
And the moon shines so brightly,
I only write at night.
As the safelights whiz by,
And UFOs' drift by,
I only write at night.
​I see such beauty in the world,
It almost makes me cry.
I only write at night.
Do you wonder why I write,
At such an 'ungodly hour'?!
I only write at night,

Because a deaf bird can still sing.
Aug 15

Only Scratched The Surface

To everyone who called me names,
Then cowered in fear at my anger.
To everyone who made fun of my nails,
Then saw them inches away from your nose.
To everyone who called me snappish and rude,
Angry, Annoying, A Brat,
Then saw me turn my back,
To my best friends whom I've fought with,
To Ex-friends who've I dropped,
Who saw an Angel turn Devilish,
At the drop of a hat,
To all the nice people that got mad only to learn,
You can't just take words back.
One of these days,
Everybody will see,
No matter how much I've told you about me,
That you've Only Scratched The Surface.