Out Standing in a Field

Out standing in a field
I was looking for something to kill

ORANGE

First you have to peel the skin
Throw it all in the garbage bin
Then you take a juicy slice
Of your orange - very nice!
Sticky on your fingers too
Good to eat when you have the flu

Emabarrassing Poem

Embarrassing moments come to us all
When you cant even catcha beach ball
You stand on a podium with stage fright
Praying someone will turn our the light
Ever come to a party an hour too early
Everyone's there, and there so surely
Then you discover you're a whole hour late
You say, "I'm sorry Jo", and her name is Kate
Volunteer to help but fall on your butt
Spilling cake that you just had cut
Have you ever walked into a public restroom
And found its not the right one
You go throught the mall without a care
Your skirt is caught up in your underwear
Do you ever pay, then leave the bag?
Wear a dress, dont take off the price tag
Grab a bag of apples, but find pears

naive drive

Running wild at the age of fresh,
The world was alive at her fingertips.
No rules, no boundaries, no fear to be felt,
She was so naïve to life itself.

She was delicate, pure and hopelessly in love,
She watched him like he could spin the world.
He took her and used her and threw her out to dry,
He tainted the eyes the heart inside.

The hurt that she cried, the pain that she felt,
She wore it inside as a guilty belt.
One day she broke free, one day she ran,
She blamed him for taking her freedom away.

She lived like the world was green and she was eighteen,
She did all the things her dreams had seen.
She lived carefree and laughed at first,
She still hid her pain the aching thirst.

She realized she felt the pain for a different reason,
He hadn’t stolen her dreams and stopped her from living.
She had given up; she had lost her drive,
He was the one that made her feel alive.

With love anew and heart healed with time,
They rekindled the love that lay deep inside

Hard Times

Facing hard times with every turn,
Hurting in the pocket, no money to burn
Pinching pennies and shopping sales,
Wondering which bill is next in the mail.

Times are tough and looking so bleak.
Praying the layoff won’t affect me next week
No time to be selfish, others have it worse
Its hard to remember that with one dollar in my purse

Some work two jobs to make ends meet.
Single moms pulling doubles when their babies sleep
Retirement a word of the past for the elderly next door
The threat of losing their house changed them forevermore

Remembering what is what like only a decade ago
Foolishly spending and letting the savings get low
Vacations and SUV’s with every cha-ching tone
Trying desperately hard to keep up with the Jones

Times are bound to cycle soon
Eventually the dollar will see the new moon.
The lesson to learn is one about time
Change happens with the drop of a dime

Tomorrow is our future

The time has come,
ahora es el momento
See me here,
quitas mis preocupaciones

The life we have is our to make
amor lo conquista todo
my heart belongs to you
tú eres mi mundo

Together we will make our dreams true,
juntos todo es possible
With you I am strong,
sin ti mi mundo es oscuro

Today is now, today is here
mañana es nuestro futuro

Defeat ran over

She lays on the ground, listless in defeat
Her heart is screaming, aching with every beat
How does she go on, how does she move
No attempt to try would be how she would lose.

She stumbles to her knees, panting her breath
Sweat beads form from her brow down to her breast
With wobble she rises, one foot on the ground
Her head high again she looks at the crowd.

Steadily she walks and one man cheers all alone.
She notices his clap, her heart jumps through her bones.
Her speed increases and her legs move so smooth
Her head in the game again, her grace renewed

She passes to the left; she maneuvers to the right,
The other runners glance up and become full of fright
She turns the last lap, her energy full
Her heart is aching for the win in view

The crowd is wild, the single man in view.
He never lost faith, this win is for you.
She passes her competition one foot over the line
The win accomplished, the trophy is mine.

Second Wind

Sweet Peas:
Let's build up a second wind here by writing some poems about second winds, second chances, and not giving up during times when we have felt beat and wanted to quit.
All Peace and Love,
Jeanne
PS: I am counting poems and will soon award fabulous prizes, some hardly ever used, to the three most prolific poets on the Blog, so get with it.

Change

Sometimes it is as subtle as a shadow
Sometimes it comes at us like Thunder in a storm
All you have to do to see it is look out the window
It is always with us, if we care to open our eyes

It can be a good
It can be a harsh
It can be timely
It can be unexpected

We all have different ways of dealing with it
Some face it head on and roll with it
Some run from it and hide, but it is always
there waiting.
It will happen no matter what we want
It can bring great joy or sadness
Depends on how you look at it.
It is usually a growing experience
Something to look back on and wonder what if...

That is what Change is all about

Monkeys

There are monkeys in my bathroom
two of them and they are playing in the tub
Splashing water to and fro,
from here to there.

These two monkeys are not pets, by any means
They are as mean as monkeys, but they dont
throw poop.

Sometimes they could be butlers
If I could manage to train them that well
No matter how rotten these two monkeys
are they are still my favorites
They are actually my two little boys,
who I love to call monkeys as pet names.

Sweet Peas

This week's topic is monkey butlers. Next week's topic is change. Weeks after that will not have suggested topics, so everyone may write about any topic h/she wishes.

Some of you have been writing poetry but not adding it to the blog, so please begin to do so. We all want to read it. I am so proud of all the poetry that has been added to the blog. Let us keep up the good work!

Cowboy Angel

Cowboy Hats and Cowboy Boots

Thats how I remember him.

Man wasn't he a hoot,

He was amazing with us kids.



He taught us his ways,

How a Cowboy should be.

Throughout his days,

He never let us worry about the little things.



He always talked about goin',

We never paid any attention.

Then we all started growin',

Into what he wanted us to be.



He told me one day,

That he was leavin'.

I sat there and I pray,

Lord please not yet I still need him.



That night it all came so fast,

The lights, sirens, and people.

It was a hard task,

Not just for me, but for the family and friends.



But what he had always taught me,

That God made a special place for him.

Now I can see,

He's standin there with God himself.



He's not like any other,

Angels we imagine with bear feet and hallows.

Which wasn't a bother,

He's that angel that doesn't quite fit in.



He's there with his wings,

And his robe.

He can even sing,

But what hes was wearing I just couldn't believe.



He always said God didn't care what he wore,

As long as he is in heaven thats just fine to him.

So right then and there through that door

Stood the Cowboy Angel in his hat and boots.

By Katie Kennedy

July 22, 2008

Growing Up

My mother's hands where always there.

Letting me know how much they cared.

They would clean my room and brush my teeth.

Buy me shoes to put on my feet.Practicing softball in the back yard.

Letting me know it wasn't to hard.

Doing my makeup for the big dance.

Always letting me take a chance.

All the things her hands would make.

She would always give and never take.

How talented she is in every way.

I love her more every single day.

My mother's hands have never changed.

Caffeine High

Everything's bright and shiny

Feels like you're smoking nicotene

My blood flows faster with caffeine

Once I have a can or two,of pepsi, coke or mountain dew,

Everything's bright and shiny.

But if I don't get my fix,

I'll probably throw a fit.

My blood flows faster with caffeine.

Sometimes I'm lazy.

But once chemicals come save me,

Everything is gravy.

I Love the Park

Sometimes I like to be alone, take a walk, and go to the park.

I enjoy watching the children run wild just before dark.

It never fails to amaze me the energy they have, seems they can go forever, can't say the same for their moms or their dads.

They jump, roll, yell, and scream, choose up sides to make a team.

Kickball, jumprope, and hiding-seek,

how do they find time to sneak a treat?

They're on the go until almost dark, ah yes, the kids! I love the park.

Germs

Cover your mouth!

Cover your nose!

Use a clean tissue

For all your blows!

Dear Tooth Fairy

In this pocket you will find a teensy, tiny tooth of mine

So while I sleep wheredreams are made,

Let's see if you can make a trade.

Funny Video

This isn't a poem but it is a funny video that me and some friends made.

Check it out! And let me know what you think.

Tooth Fairy

As i lay down to go to sleep
I pull my pillow off my bed
I lay my tooth down on my sheet
Then put it back to rest my head
I try and keep one eye open
To try and sneak and peak
And catch her flying through my window
To collect one of my missing teeth
I wonder how much she will leave
And think of what i will buy
I really wnat a brand new puppy
Or maybe a bike
The next thing i know the sun is up
And i sit up in my bed
I throw my pillow in the floor
And found a bag thats small and red
I open up the bag
And dump it out in my hand
A shiny gold dollar falls out
And i run to show mom and dad
I cant wait to lose another tooth
I only have 31 more to go
At this point i will be rich
And be the coolest kid i know!

Tooth Fairy

Oh me, Oh my
What's that in the sky?
It's not a bird, it's not a plane
It's a character, one of fame

She swipes your tooth from under your head
While your sleeping soundly in your warm bed
Her tall tale legend is not one that's scary
She is famously know as the magical tooth fairy

Coffee

As I crawl out of bed and my feet hit the floor
I shower to wake, but I need something more
I fight morning traffic on my way to work
I daydream of a boss who isn't a jerk
A familiar smell tells me I'm working
Smells of my morning coffee perking

Germs

As I wash my hands at the kitchen sink
I look around and start to think
The things my hands touch everyday
It's important that I wash germs away
Door knobs, handshakes, and people coughing
Remind me daily of the importance of washing

growing up

Barely tall enough, I’m peering over the counter.
Mama’s making dinner; I wanted to be just like her.
Splashing in the pool, every color so alive,
The sun’s kissing my skin, giving every moment a chance to survive.

Wearing my new dress, my hair is combed all neat.
Watching Johnny at his desk, but he doesn’t notice me.
Girlfriends giggle, talking about boys.
They never seem to notice anything else but their toys.

Daddy needs my help; I’m old enough now,
A teenager feels important when responsibility is established somehow.
Mama ask me to watch over the babies when she runs to the store,
I yell out we will be fine as she walks out the door.

Looking back over the years, change was always going to happen.
Mama watched us grow up without us even noticing.
Barely tall enough, my baby girl is peering over the counter,
I’m making dinner and I want to be just like her.

babysitting is boring
food television
use the phone get paid go home

Park

The leaves are turning
The winds are light
The grills are burning
The kites take flight

Children laughing
Ballgames played
People are walking
I'ts a beautiful day

Park

Pool

Sitting by the pool
Sweating like a fool
In the hot summer sun
Not having any fun

The kids splashing all around
I listen to thier sounds
They want me to come in
And enjoy a swim

Can't go in deep
Have to touch with my feet
Have a fear of drowning
The kids are frowning

So alone I do set
Not wanting to get wet
Sitting by the pool
Looking like a fool

Tooth Fairy

There was this little girl
Who's name was Pearl.
One day she lost her very first tooth,
She asked her daddy, "what shall I do?"

You will place it behind your pillow
then a fairy named Armadillo
will come by your bed
and place a surprise under your head

So Pearl did what her daddy told her,
and wrapped herself with her blanket made out of fur.
Then the next morning
her daddy heard a cry of warning.

Little Pearl came running
and what she had was stunning.
What he thought he had gave her was a guppy,
was then turned into a puppy.

Topic for Week of 9.28.09

The Tooth Fairy is this week's topic.

Fear Untitled

The sickness, it plagues me,
I can do nothing, nothing more.
My only salvage is in my will to try
Endlessly fearful to let go and die.

Sorrow finds me in my darkest plea
I beg to be spared on my life lease.
Tomorrow will be your new day to shine
But when will your memories ponder to mine

I did not choose to let this consume me.
I did not ask for the finale to come so quick
Please don’t let life go on without me.
Stop the process; it’s so hard to succumb

Hold on, don’t leave
I cry so loud but you don’t hear me.
I never thought the pain would be so unreal,
For you, I act like it is no big deal

The cold is my only comfort
The blackness surrounds me
Alone as only I can be
I close my eyes and forever I sleep

The time to think of me is past
For you, I gave my love to.
Find your heart open and free
Move on, but please never forget me.

My First School

At the age of 4 or 5,
We did not have to spend a dime.
Walking in and sitting down,
There was always a class clown.

Joy was where I went,
It was bigger than a tent.
We had no cares in the world,
While we were trying to learn how to twirl.

We were only 4 or 5,
We were what you call one of a kind.
The playground was our favorite place,
The teachers was our base.

Joy is now no more,
Because the school got too poor
We look back and remember all the good ole days,
When we all use to play.

We are now not 4 or 5,
Which is about time.
We all grew up and went on our own ways,
And every once in awhile I'll see some friends still to this day.

My first job

My first job
At least it wasn't picking up logs
I worked at Bob's Village Market
I had to carry keys in my pocket.
Located in the small town of Wewoka, Oklahoma
Where you didn't have to have a diploma
My manager's name was Tommy
He still lived at home with his mommy.
The store was located on 1st street
Where occasionally there where leaks.
I started working when I was sixteen
Of course a convenient store wasn't my dream.
Even though my job wasn't cool
It got me money through High school.
J. Rafi

My First Job

My first job wasn't very cool

I worked everyday after high school

all I did was grind meat

So all the people of Wynnewood could eat

I know my first job wasn't very great

but hey, you have to start somewhere

no matter what it takes.

Germs

Germs are mean
they can definitely keep you lean
No matter where you stare
they are everywhere

Some germs are good
some germs are bad
they can create a mood
and even make food

Walk in the Park

I love to walk in the park
as long as its not in the dark
It's great exercise as long as it's not too hot
when I'm a big glass of water is what sought!

My first job

My First Job

Needed a job to get some dough
but little did I know I'd hate this so
I soon decided instead of a job
I'd stay at home & be a slob

My parents said fine
but there'd be no dimes
No gas to drive fast
so, that did not last

Soon this slob got another job!

Fear of germs and sickness

Bacterial soap, hand sanitizer, 3 times per day baths,
This fear of germs and sickness is the kick in my glass,
That may help support the consequences of my past,
Lysol spray, I say hey I am still sick today.
Bargain shoppers a dime a dozen,
this purple glass comes by the dozens,
And when all this time I thought we were suppose to get down with the sickness,
whoo ah ah ah ah

Walk in the Park

As I walk in the park I come upon some grass,
So I choose to sit on my ass,
As i gaze upon the grass I see it is not so clean,
for this grass was the grass they so call weed.
Oh Wow! This is truly grass indeed.

My First Job

My first job was at Doc's
They made me break down a box

At first I didn't like it and wanted to quit
But never did I throw a fit

I started to cook and thought it was cool
Until I realized that my boss was a tool

After four years I finally had enough
So telling my boss to screw off wasn't tough

Peacefully By the Pool

The water is cool
Oh I'm so full
Lieing out by the pool
A day without boys, they are all just tools

Dark Night

As I walk through the park

It begins to get dark

I hear a bark

"No doggie" I say,

I don't want to play

I hurry to my car

I feel someone start to stare

I see a strange man

I hope he doesn't have a plan

Blog News, Friday September 18, 2009

Students have suggested we remove the, "bad," from bad poetry, so now the blog is for poetry.

My First Job

I worked in the park
it was just a lot of bark
I went up one hill and
down another.
All i seen was a tree and ground
maybe a leaf or two.

I moved sand and bucks of rocks
made everything pretty
I trimed a bush and cut a tree
but all in all its a enjoyable place to be

I know i hated it then but
when it was over i missed it
so when going to the park think
of me

First Job

Saving lives was what I was trained to do
Even though some days I really didn't want to.
Making sure everyone was safe
I just sat at my base.

Even as I got to sit at the stand
I did get a good tan.
Sunglasses, sunscreen, and a whistle
And got very happy when we gave the dismissal.

Saving lives was what we were trained to do
Even thought we basically had to.
Safety first was always on our minds,
It came down to it that it didn't matter what kind.

My First Job

I worked at the village market
It was nothing like a Target
It was just a crappy convience store
That had a broken front door

All the customers were a bunch of weirdos
Some came in just for Cheetos
Others came in for ice cream
Most of them made me want to scream

It was the worlds easiest job
My bosses name was Bob
Last I heard he had closed it forever
I wish him well in his next endeavor

A day in the Park

I step onto the sidewalk and let my journey begin,
Instantly my hair becomes tousled in the wind.
I slip my hands in my pockets, searching for heat,
The late autumn chill will not be my defeat.

Walking along, my thoughts search for him
I remember the first time I saw his grin.
His gorgeous curls, and bold eyes of deep blue,
Like a perfect angel for me to hold onto.

I glance to my left, at the playground full of grace,
My memories of him send a smile to my face.
The sound of laughter trickles out full of happiness and glee,
I push myself to walk ahead; it won’t be long until it is three!

I walk amongst the most brilliant autumn you have ever seen,
Deep red, orange and gold leaves shatter endlessly from the trees.
I think of the curiousness he will feel,
When we walk up to Mass Mountain of delight and appeal!

I temporarily leave the park, as three is near,
I wait impatiently to surprise my wonderful little dear.
Full of energy and excitement from his day at school,
We talk and laugh as I drive to someplace new.

In the park again, walking hand in hand,
I stop and zip up the jacket of my little man.
Around the bend, past the playground,
“Oh mom, look!” he says full of astound

He rushes the pile of leaves with color flying through the air,
With no time to waste, he jumps without care.
Laughter trickles out full of happiness and glee,
I receive an afternoon of delight, full of love and memories.

Down by the Beach

Down by the beach I suck up the rays like a beach,
peach snops upon the beach,
tipsy on the beach I see the sea,
in that sea I see how tipsy I can really be,
sea beach, see beach, I can see oh boy if you could just see me.

A sandy beach

Walking along the ocean's shore,
I leave with my thoughts of him from before.
The waves proceed to touch my feet,
I feel the texture of the sandy beach.

Forward I go, numbly I walk,
aimlessly ahead I venture in thought.
Why did it happen, why to me?
I finally break down and hit my knees.

The water creeps up, cold and fast,
it awakens my senses, I remember my past.
The accident, the scene, the horrid aftermath.
I cry aloud in my salt water bath.

Gently the ocean pulls back from my side,
I feel the warmth of the beach waiting to be dried.
I wonder about the sand, the eagerness it feels,
The need it has to shine and glisten is surreal.

But that need comes with the reality of life's consequence,
it will only be so long before it's under the ocean drench.
I realize I too must live my life, it is time,
holding my breath and waiting for my moment to shine.

First Job

Out of High School,
I was fresh.
Shoes I loved,
I worked at Payless.

Noon to close,
I cleaned the aisles.
Checking out your shoes,
All with a smile.

People were slobs,
they always left a mess.
I would clean up hundreds of shoes,
all at Payless.

I did my job with sweat on my brow,
I worked my butt off for 6.10 an hour.
But eventually I quit, as a new dream became clear.
I found a job where travel is dear!
American Airlines hired me with a salary of bliss,
but I will never forget my days working at Payless.

Amusement Park Day

At Frontier City
when I was five
I got on a ship
and barely survived.
It went up and down
and swung to and fro
that's when I puked
on the people below.
When the ride ended
my aunt carried me away
and that was the end
of my amusement park day.

Down by the Pool

Down by the pool
I was getting a tan,
battting my eyes at a handsome young man.
He flirted with me
as we swam in the pool.
I giggled at him
while he tried to act cool.
What I didn't know
was that he would change my life,
because the boy at the pool
made me his wife.

First Job

At my first job
I served burgers and fries,
refilled the cokes
and cut up the pies.
Working like crazy
I was collecting the tips,
I'd put them in the pouch
that was attached to my hips.
Bussing the tables
and doing the dishes,
I was able to buy all of my wishes.
Rich at the time,
but now I'd be poor
cause the tips really sucked
at Burgers-N-More.

First Job

When I was younger
I had a hunger
And to satisfy
I went and served up fries

A hair net I was required to wear
To cover up my long hair
All day long ,there I stood
wondering if I looked good

And even though I smelled of grease and smoke
I was no longer broke

After a few months had gone by
I wanted to cry
Because every moment I was awake
I dreaded the burgers and fries I had to make

Even though serving burgers was hard
In the end, it got me my first car

Park Job?

I'll make up for not posting anything. So here is both poems one for Jobs and the other for Parks!

Job:

There once was a job in Wal-Mart.
To walk around and look.
Keep an eye on people,
to make sure there are no pocketiers
They have their walkie-talkies
and huddle up together to
put an ambush on the pocketiers!

On to the Park:

We have a creepy park,
you do not walk alone.
There are heffalumps and woozels
lurking in the dark.
For if you walk alone,
you must have a spark.
To run around the park.

Community Park

See the squirrels gathering nuts for the winter
Sitting here wondering when I will see the first snow
Not in any hurry to see it snow, just wondering
Watching the kids enjoy the last of the summer
playing on the jungle gym or swinging on the swingsets
Do they realize summer is almost over, probably not.
The leaves are already changing colors

I enjoy watching all the seasons change in the park.

Community Park

Swing high, swing low,

Start at the top and down you go.

Look up and watch the sky,

Children laughing, run and hide.

Sunshine and warmth of the day,

Benches full of talk about the play.

Mothers kissing scrapes,

Teenagers on roller skates.

This is a place memories start,

This is my community park.

Enter Poems

Now that you have made it this far, take a moment to enter in the poems you have written so far. If you feel shy about it, then use a pen name.

Poem Theme 9.11.09

The theme chosen this week is Parks, natural, city, amusement, or any other type of park you may want to write a poem about.
peace,
jeanne

Assignments for Fall 2009

2. Write a really bad poem about the next topic, due date 9.11.2009
1. Write a really bad poem about your first job, due date 9.4.2009.

Lousy Job for Me

I had a really lousy job one time
I couldn't make it rhyme

My First Lousy Job

I had a bad job once
I hated it all day long