“Oh, hello, dear” with a bite
Caught off guard, I slip, I fall
This alligator, such a fright
I brace myself for the oncoming brawl
I think to myself I’ll stand, I’ll fight!
But the trip took it’s toll and I must crawl.
She catches me, my ankle, with her teeth
And envelopes it in a sharp pearl sheath.
Gone are the days of independence
traded for housework
And new life goals
Of creating a family
And earning success.
No more immature debauchery,
Finished with pearls,
Longer hemlines
And modest necklines.
I miss the days
Of reckless fun,
But I’ve moved up
And on
And traded it for self love
And you.
There lay
A sleeping babe
So sweet and innocent
Coddled by his single mother
Alone.
He was
A dreaming boy
That dreamt of peace and love
Though he did not yet understand
What is.
Sweet love,
Dreaming of hope,
With the strongest power
Of changing the world for better
For all.
This boy
Although naive
Would surely learn his power
To create a world of great joy
So soon.
He will
Help his mother
‘Til the day he is strong
Enough to rid the world of bad
For us.
There lay
A dreaming boy
With the strongest power
To create a world of great joy
For us.
It started with one
A single caterpillar was infected
With beauty
It grew like normal
And transformed like normal
And became a butterfly.
This butterfly was pulchritudinous, as usual,
But when it came to mating,
It laid thrice as many eggs.
Caterpillars turned butterflies-
Leaves being demolished by ugly little insects
Turning into beautiful monsters
Flying throughout the sky.
The skies were made of wings,
The ground covered in dead grass
Due to the aesthetic apocalypse.
Tell your lady that the sea is your mistress
Tell your lady that the sea is your mistress
Tell your lady that the sea is your mistress
The sea, she is your home.
Tell your lady that you’ll see her ‘morrow
Tell your lady that you’ll see her ‘morrow
Tell your lady that you’ll see her ‘morrow
The sea, she is your home.
Hoist up the sails and take her sailing
Hoist up the sails and take her sailing
Hoist up the sails and take her sailing
The sea, she is your home.
Drink some rum and praise her glory
Drink some rum and praise her glory
Drink some rum and praise her glory
The sea, she is your home.
Land, ahoy! Sweet dusk is setting
Land, ahoy! Sweet dusk is setting
Land, ahoy! Sweet dusk is setting
The sea, she is your home.
Calls thy name; the sea, she calls you
Calls thy name; the sea, she calls you
Calls thy name; the sea, she calls you
The sea, she is your home.
*Sang to the tune of “Drunken Sailor*
“I haven’t seen your cupcake”
My heart stammers at my first mistake
“Really? Because I couldn’t find my last one
And it took me forever to bake!”
A guilty look proceeds me
I look for others to set me free
But no one comes to my rescue
And she won’t leave and let me be.
“Okay, okay, I admit it! I’m a disgrace!
I won’t do it again, you put me in my place!”
She looks at me with a smirk and says
“I just wanted you to admit it. You still have frosting on your face.”
NaPoWriMo 2013 http://www.napowrimo.net/
Spring is like a perhaps hand
With fine lines that grow
After white Winter has thawed
To create warmth
And defrost you.
This hand creates life
When touching nature
And perhaps will bring smiles to pleasant neighbors.
This hand is weathered
And perhaps quite old,
But this hand brings us youth annually.
Yes, perhaps Spring is like a hand.
I am participating in NaPoWriMo 2013! If you’d like to participate, feel free to check out the link here: http://www.napowrimo.net/
For today’s challenge, the first line is from a poem by e.e. cummings that can be found here: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15407
Don’t fret, I will not just be posting poems because I like to mix it up, so I’ll be sure to post some other things as well 🙂 I’m excited to participate in NaPoWriMo! Thank you all for joining me on this journey 😉