Tag Archives: Poetry

08.08.17
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The Tattlers

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When nothing is planned
And summer gets long,
The kids come running
To sing their people’s song.

He kicked my face!
She stole my book!
He showed me his butt!
She shouldn’t have looked!

Screeching and thumping,
Then footsteps towards me,
With grievances ready
In hopes that I’ll be….

What? Do you want me to yell?
Do you want me to punish?
Are you looking for sympathy?
Do you hope to astonish?

My standard reaction
Disappoints the little Judas.
Go handle it yourself.
I don’t know why you do this.

Despite my disinterest,
They can’t seem to refrain.
There’s nothing too trifling
For them to complain.

For so many reasons, I am grateful we were able to have two children.  This is not one of them.

08.07.17
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Petalsphere

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fragile floating lens
framing a fleeting moment
in iridescence

I used to spend a lot of time blowing bubbles with my toddlers in our soggy Oregon backyard.  These flowers were so damp, the bubbles would land on them and linger, sometimes until little fingers popped them with glee.

08.06.17
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Summernatural

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I’m spending this summer’s TV time on Winchesters,
Because most of my friends are hardcore investors.

Season One left me, frankly, shaking my head.
How are these Duke clones not already dead?

I don’t like Impalas, and neither is my “type,”
The things that they hunt are all bogans and snipe.

I mostly wanted them to STOP WITH THE TALKING.
Get on with the hunting and beheading and stalking.

Season Two was slightly better, less earnestly bad.
Eventually they got over their issues with Dad.

By Season Five, I admit I was hooked.
This show’s better than it initially looked.

It turns out, they needed to poke fun at themselves
While salting and burning the goblins and elves.

Plus wondrous Heaven opened, and deposited Cass.
God’s agenda gave the show quite a kick in the ass.

Ambiguous angel, can we trust him or not?
I’m still not sure, with how far I’ve got.

Sam and Dean are a co-dependent mess,
But I like them both and hope for the best.

They can’t get out of their own way, painfully so.
But their charming flaws are the heart of the show.

I’ve been to Hell and back twice, at the halfway point,
I expect to go again, before we blow this joint.

It’s preposterous fun, all wrapped in the boys,
With a side of humanity under the noise.

When the writing is suspect or the plot gets thin,
I excuse it ’til the good stuff starts up again.

Am I Superfan Becky? Don’t be an idjit.
I ain’t seen every little thing they did yet.

 

I’m watching Supernatural for the first time, and it’s grown on me a lot.  The lesson there, in some ways, is that fans will excuse a few less than good episodes if you get the big thing right–main characters you care about and want to see succeed.  Bonus points if you read it out loud in your best Bobby Singer.

As for the children in the picture, there’s a month left before school starts and I’ll leave it to you to decide who the salt is protecting.

08.05.17
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Suburban Legend

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don’t dip your toes there–
might not have toes if you do
‘ware the rockadile

I went for a very short walk in the woods where I’ve set The Tiny Giant, and I found this guy in the little stream, painted eye and all.  I stub my toe on some kind of magic every time I come down here.

That, or someone threw their pet alligator in the outhouse a very long time ago.

08.04.17
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Beach Body

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The tide goes in, the tide goes out,
The tide goes up and in your snout.

The air was there, but now it’s not,
The tide macramés strands of snot.

Again it’s in, then out the breach,
Behind it leaves a little beach.

You’re found aground, tide receded,
The nose now knows–you’re deceded.

This seabird appears to have slipped on a banana peel and DIED.  Life is not a cartoon.  Please pick up your fruit skins.

The first couplet is an homage to the old classic nursery rhyme, “The worms go in, the worms go out…” etc…  That’s one that’ll stay with you for life.

08.03.17
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The Usurer’s Apprentice

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magical kingdom
spellbound, I don’t notice when…
poof! cash disappears
 Disneyland was the best vacation we’ve ever had, period.  It’s also where the reality of how much things cost sort of goes all wibbley-wobbley.  It’s time to go home when you find yourself in a tub of ice with a phone taped to your hand, sans the kidney you traded for a balloon that was, let’s face it, a really, really awesome balloon, but probably not worth a kidney.
08.02.17
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The Life Changing Magic of 1,723 Plushes

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I’ve heard that tidying up
Creates some sort of magical joy.
That memo got lost in transit
To my soft-hearted medium boy.

The pile of stuffed pups alone
Would give the famous tidier fits.
But Mrs. Dog is here to stay
And so are her 99 kids.

They all have names and jobs,
Some hounds are secretly super.
The dust they put out when handled
Would leave Superman in a stupor.

This pile of friends doesn’t light up my life
When I’m stacking them on the bed.
I think I should just hug medium boy.
My joy seems to live there instead.

Everyone is on the tidying train it seems.  I did it to my sock drawer.  My sock drawer is pretty fabulous, I admit.  This magical tidying does not affect any of the other creatures that I live with, however.  It must be a very short range spell.

08.01.17
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Multitoydinous

IMG_2520many pieced trip hazard
very educational
I’ve learned I hate you

Note: A lot of people badmouth LEGO. I don’t mind LEGO, because I have special sandals I wear in the house that give me +20 to impervious feet. These things, however, are a huge pain in ass.

It’s Bad Poem-a-Day August! I bet you thought I’d forgotten all about it, and you’d be right! At 11PM last night, I remembered that I had a solemn commitment to provide bad poetry for 31 days, so I wrote one right quick. This approach works well for me, we’ll see how it works for you.

04.04.17
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Disminifigured

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here’s a fun idea!
but kids refuse to eat this
death by chocolate
Note: I could catalog everything I did wrong to get to this result, but that would take a while.  Silver lining?  The next time I have an festive occasion calling for a decapitated victim of a tar and feathering interrupted, I know exactly what to do.
12.10.16
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Tree Pose

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backyard apple tree
Fuji with aspirations
of being Fiji

Our apple tree molted in this particular pattern this year. The recent snow made it all the more apparent that it’s been looking at the neighbor’s palms and dreaming big dreams.