#55
Transformations
Little goblin running wild,
Disguised this night as a human child,
What will you do when the masks come off?
Hope that the world will simply scoff?
Little goblin running wild:
No one wants a goblin child.
Fifth in a series: childhood trauma
#55
Transformations
Little goblin running wild,
Disguised this night as a human child,
What will you do when the masks come off?
Hope that the world will simply scoff?
Little goblin running wild:
No one wants a goblin child!
The fourth in the series
#54
Teachers Too
Masks comprise the current theme:
Social constructs, self-esteem,
Building blocks in academe:
When one stands before a class,
Fragile as a cut-rate glass,
Masks are really helpful tools,
For concealing ignorant fools.
Oops!
The third in the series
#53
Really Not Right
Hideous masks on Halloween,
Monsters from the silver screen—
Jason, Freddy, that Alien Queen,
Michael, Jaws, and anything green
Dripping gore with a bloody sheen—
Happy! Happy Halloween!
The second in the series
#52
Not Quite Right
Trick or treat--one house down
Lives an enigmatic clown.
Painted face with big red nose,
The clown conceals green goblin toes.
A thematic series, perhaps
#51
Skoal!
Halloween, a night of masks,
Candy bars and half full flasks
Of apple cider, pasteurized,
To make sure nothing there's alive.
The Flap!
#50
Uh Oh
A three-sided tear
In the fabric of space,
An odd kind of hole
Creating a place
Of shimmering lines
And distorted signs
Has appeared.
Just what I’ve always feared!
More Truth
#49
70 and Holding
My mind contains the secret
Of matter, space, and time;
If only I could find the place
While still I'm in my prime!
Now everything's clear
#48
The Whole Truth
If I were never born,
The universe would not exist;
And when I close my eyes in death,
The universe will not persist.
So button up your overcoat,
Put on your hat and shoes;
You might as well wink out in style,
There'll be no wake nor booze.
Time for a walk
#47
My Dog
He doesn't care if I'm socially adept
Or even really socially inept.
He doesn't care if I'm rich or I'm poor,
As long as I feed him sometime for sure.
He doesn't care if I have any friends,
And he won't betray me and never pretends;
He's honest and trusting and loves taking walks;
He follows me everywhere and never squawks.
He'll eat anything and help with the dishes:
I'd want nothing more were I given 3 wishes.
Falling Deeply Falling
#46
Ginkgo Leaves
The ginkgo tree, the ginkgo tree,
Holds its leaves for destiny:
More ancient than the dinosaurs,
These olden leaves make golden showers.
The Bed Bug Problem Strikes Home
#45
Sleep Tight
[for Nancy]
That Bed Bug letter scared me,
It made them seem so real!
There's a terrible infestation:
I don't want to be a meal!
I can feel them on my shoulders,
I can feel them as they crawl!
There's a terrible infestation:
I won't leave my shower at all!
Not Dylan Thomas
#44
Old Age
Old age wears slippers each morning,
PJs during cold lazy days;
Old age drifts off in the evenings,
Goes gentle to sleep’s numbing ways.
The Big Bang - Illustrated
This is an illustration of one of the previous poems. Perhaps he's the big "bark"?
Reflections on Being Human (BBC)
#43
Cain
All our stories tell us
There's a murderer within,
A shadow self that haunts us,
The consequence of sin.
Simon Acts
#42
Backyard Adventures
Simon totters on the edge
Of the backyard pond,
Picking off fish pellets
Like manna from Beyond.
Simon Speaks
#41
The Big Bang
I'm just a little dachshund,
But I make a great big noise;
I bark at every living thing,
But do it with great poise.
An Old to H. C. Earwicker
#40
Ms Carriage
[H. C. E.]
I could have had a brother,
Or I could have had a sister.
Since I didn't have one
I couldn't really mister.
There's that absence just behind me
Where he/she could have been,
But since they never wasn't,
There's no way I'm akin.
The emptiness inside me
For the one I never had
Is my own discerning onset
Of a state wherein I'm mad.
Madness is a wrinkle
In my middle frontal lobe
(I'd settle for a crumpet
Not to read the book of Job).
Happiness is galling
As I set and watch TV;
I missed it once and saw it pass
And drank a cup of tea.
Now I have a little dog
Who means the world to me,
As each contestant utters
When she meets the back emcee.
Shot out of a canon,
I sat my ego high,
But ran into a herd of owls
That smelled like shoofly pie.
Living without siblings
Is more easy than it sounds;
I never have to share my beads
Or blush to run from clowns.
All is really well now
On the inside of my head;
Since my brain is smooth as jelly
I can tick-tock till I'm spread.
Inspired by Jack Prelutsky's Mother Goblin Lullaby
#39
Mother Troll's Lullaby
Hushaby my darling,
Hushaby, my small green sweet:
If you don't stop screaming,
Mama will bite your tender feet!
"She walks in beauty like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies, And all that's best of dark and bright meet in her aspect and her eyes."
#38
Women
I’ve always looked at faces—
Ankles, legs, and eyes;
When I was only 15,
My responses all were sighs.
Now that I am ancient,
Like a weathered maple tree,
I still look first at faces
But the eyes are all I see.