Monday, May 11, 2015

Bucket and Mop

Bucket and Mop, Bucket and Mop
The pair is always seen
One with the other, next to each other
To divide them? Nothing between.

Bucket and Mop, Bucket and Mop
I'll say what I always say;
If you grab the Mop, the Bucket will follow;
Nothing will keep her away.

There was a time, a long-ago day
When Mop was seeing Ms. Broom.
Mr. Mop, it's said, was left beet-red
When away from him walked Ms. Broom.

Them Ms. Bucket, seeing his shame
Came and rested beside him;
And from now on, (or so they all say)
Nothing will ever divide them.

Bucket and Mop, Bucket and Mop
The pair has ever been true.
Now let their sample be an example
And a lesson for me and for you.

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Flash Fiction - Lonely Man

Lonely Man


                “Well I guess I’ll join the party” said the lonely man in the crowded room. The walls listened at his back and side. The room stank of some cheap Hawaiian-scented air freshener. It clearly had been applied with a heavy hand and a guilty conscience.
                “Squeezing through” should not be a literal term. But there were clearly some who loved the atmosphere. At the moment his arms were free to move about him without apology, so he had no cares for either side.
                His tipping point was usually a reminder to a friend that some waitresses worked for less than minimum wage. To sit a dance out was one thing. To linger in a dark corner for a half hour would soon bring the label of ‘stalker’. So the lonely man in the crowded room decided to join the party.

Friday, May 8, 2015

The Sloth

A week ago I discovered this creature;
Hairy and gangly, plain in his features.
From underneath a branch he did hang
Not a sound he made or brayed or sang.
The first day was slow as I sat and wondered
Whether this creature's days were numbered.
If a lion were to come and take a swipe
It's paw would fling this sloth out of sight.
On day three, with my tape that cinches
I measured that the sloth had moved five inches
So Honey Dearest, Mary Belle,
I'm sure you can see things are going well.
Please send me more food to last a while-
I'm staying here 'til the sloth climbs a mile.

The Elephant

The Elephant

Through the thick jungle, slowly I creep
At a slight sound my heart tends to leap
I hear a rustle behind me, then a low rumble
Sweat forms on my brow and my stomach tumbles
A great shape looms before me, it's shadow envelops
In my small body a trembling develops
An Elephant! Creature of great pride, sense, and girth
But in those deep eyes I sense his great mirth
He reaches out his trunk and gives my head a pat,
Turns to walk away and leaves that at that
As I make my way back to my camp that I've laid
I find myself humbled by the new friend I've made

Thursday, May 7, 2015

A Burst of Poetry

Well, I just got back today from a trip. I was traveling with part of my college choir for a miniature tour/vacation. Before the tour started we were each assigned prayer partners. You were to pray for these people, but the system is also a 'Secret Santa' sort of thing. Every day you are to give a note and/or a little gift of some kind. So I wrote a note and, because of some idea I wanted to express, I said to myself "I think a little poem would be fun/cute here."
So I wrote a little one-stanza poem, four lines long. And the idea grew. From then on, I found myself writing more and more poetry. As I've expressed to my friends several times already, my poetry writing in these past four days has been more productive than the last several months! :)
So in the next few posts, I'm going to put up some of the poems that I've written in the last few days. I hope you enjoy them!
Here's one to start us off.

Wheels
The wheels on the bus go 'round and 'round
From watching them go 'round I've found
That there really isn't much to see.
No pardon me, I'm very dizzy.