“Metaphors” by Sylvia Plath
I'm a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there's no getting off.
“Mom & Dad Are Home” by Anonymous
Go the car doors.
Go the house keys.
Go the keys in the door.
Goes the front door!
That is me running down the stairs.
Mom and Dad are home!!
“Time To Move On” by Tom Mulhern
Your love is like butter gone rancid
Your voice is like scratching of chalk
Whatever first brought us together
Has like totally gone for a walk.
“The Game” by Anonymous
This is the way we get through
The crowd shouts,
The ball soars through the air.
Then, bounce, bounce, bounce.
The audience holds its breath.
The ball goes in;
“Creeped Out” by Tom Mulhern
He appears upon my doorstep
Abrupt and unexpected
Like cobwebs caught in hair
This suitor oft-rejected.
“A wealthy peasant marches” by Anonymous
A wealthy peasant marches
Weakly across a blazing glacier
As the stars in the cloudy sky
“To Grandma’s We Go” by Anonymous
The thunder roars.
The rain comes down.
The thunder shakes the window panes.
Run to the car! Run to the car!
To Grandma’s we go
For hot cocoa.
“Don’t You Hate It When That Happens?” by Tom Mulhern
He searched for the answer
He really did try
But his mind was as empty
As the mid-day sky
Waiting for a cloud-thought
To come drifting by.
“My Hands” by Denise Rodgers
My hands are so rough,
just like sandpaper skin.
And that's why I'm buying
a full hand-cream bin.
“The Sentry” by Denise Rodgers
The street was as quiet
as winter's pre-dawn,
when out walked a man
with a sentry's hat on.
He stood at attention.
He stared straight ahead.
And all I could see --
that black bush on his head,
“Love Is” by Anonymous
Love is a burning candle
It's not always easy to handle
It burns, but it's still beautiful
And it makes celebrations oh so meaningful
It's a sunset
Burning with romance
That makes you want to dance...
“My brother is like a spider monkey” by Anonymous
My brother is like a spider monkey.
He jumps around the house like a spider monkey jumps around his cage.
My brother doesn’t say, “Ooh, ooh, ooh.”
Instead he yells, “Get out of my way or I’ll knock you down.”
“A blind man looks back” by Anonymous
A blind man looks back
Into the future with the
Ear-splitting whispers of
“Blue Bracelet” by Denise Rodgers
Your bracelet is shiny,
like water on ice.
It clicks and it tinkles.
It's shiny-blue nice.
“Untitled” by Anonymous
The fire crackles under the stars.
The water sizzles above the fire.
The campers crunching on potato chips.
Click! Clack! Click! Clack!
The tent poles clicking and clacking together.
As we prepare our sleeping bags to go to sleep.
The crickets say, “good-night”.
“Fast Rabbits” by Natasha Niemi
Rabbits running so very fast
In the field of green, green grass.
Sniffing for scents of snack time treats,
Hippity Hopping on their happy bunny feet.
When carrots and other foods are found
The rabbits prance and pounce.
“The Wonderful Wind” by Natasha Niemi
The wonderful wind whistles
Repeated reminders throughout the day
Telling tales of what is coming
Predicting and preparing us to pray.
The wise wind sometimes whispers
The secrets that have been secretly hid.
“Appetite” by Sharon Hendricks
In a house the size of a postage stamp
lived a man as big as a barge.
His mouth could drink the entire river
You could say it was rather large
For dinner he would eat a trillion beans
And a silo full of grain,
Washed it down with a tanker of milk
As if he were a drain.
“My Dog” by Sharon Hendricks
His bark breaks the sound barrier
His nose is as cold as an ice box.
A wag of his tail causes hurricanes
His jumping causes falling rocks.
He eats a mountain of dog food
And drinks a water fall dry.
But though he breaks the bank
He’s the apple of my eye.
“Summertime is Here” by Sharon Hendricks
My tongue is a piece of sandpaper
I’m dissolving into a puddle.
I want to dive into a snowdrift
Though I’m sure that would befuddle
Open me up, my organs are cooked
I think I’m now well done.
You can fry an egg upon my brow
As I melt away in the sun!
“Eyes and Nose” by Denise Rodgers
His eyes were bright blue
like the sky's nearly night.
His nose was a bulb
with a red shaded light.
“Untitled” by Anonymous
Solid water surges down a
Minuscule mountains into
A celestial hell.