What if mom...
What if mom forgot to turn off the lights?
Pick up your shoes and referee fights.
What if she never washed another dish?
Didn't do the laundry or feed your fish.
What if mom didn't make you a snack?
Didn't remind you to take your backpack.
What if she never picked up your clothes?
Or wrappers, socks, and misplaced Legos.
What if mom never read to you in bed?
Didn't kiss ouchies or cheeks or foreheads.
What if instead she slept in till eight?
Waited until she was refreshed and awake.
What if she relaxed and read a good book?
Or watched T.V. while someone else cooked.
What if mom never nagged you as well?
Let the house get dirty and start to smell.
Or what if instead you worked as a team?
Maybe mom would be less stressed and mean.
See moms want to play and have lots of fun.
But she can't if her work's never done.
Fireflies?
I opened my eyes and saw a light;
through childish sight
the light took flight.
"Fireflies!"
cried my sister dear
but I saw fairies
flitting near.
Little wings
delicate and soft
they would break
if I merely coughed.
I closed my eyes
and sprouted wings
a firefly
of the spring.
Listen, listen,
do you hear me sing?
The trees are the chorus
rustling in the wind,
the river adds music
wild and unpinned.
My wings carry me
higher and higher
I feel my soul
burning with fire--
"Sister! Sister!"
blink blink
open my eyes
but I still like to believe
that they're
not just
fireflies.
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BROKEN PROMISES
Is it just me
Or does everything fade
Even those promises
That we once made?
Swept out to sea
Caught in a storm
All those promises
Soon lose their form
& where do they go
These broken words of sweet perfume?
Are they buried forevermore
Lost inside a bottomless tomb?
Who can know?
Who can say?
When we're the ones
Who throw them away
These words are wasted
Meaningless drivel
Pointless sentiment
That can become uncivil
Words are special
They can paint a picture
& should not be spoken
With malicious stricture
Words can build a tower high
& later tear that building down
So use your words with ample caution
Without an arrogant, frivolous crown
Always think before you speak
Don't let your words go for cheap
& most importantly don't make
A promise you will never keep
©CJ
Forbidden Eclipse
'The sun loved
the moon so much
that he died
every night
to let her breathe.'
the beautiful forbidden lovers
never able to meet
to share warm kisses
but I remember the sneaky Moon
she sneaks out of her dark domain
I see her in bright daylight
swathed in the Sun's golden touch
opposite in the sky
they watch each other
with love so pure
although she is forbidden
in his bright domain
she is there
because she believes
that nothing is impossible
and the day comes
when they can meet
for but a few minutes
they embrace in fire
and we stare in wonder
as they meet
but then they must
drift apart
with broken hearts
she blows him kisses
whispers
'goodnight, my love'
as he sinks beneath the horizon
bursting into colors
and the Moon cries
and whispers
⠀⠀
'I love you.' ❋
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Deconstructed Reconstruction
“Roses are red.”
(That’s what the rhyme said,
or rather, it writ
with poetic wit.)
“Violets are blue.”
(Would you pick that too
if yours was the choice
first giving this voice?)
“Sugar is sweet.”
(This never would meet
U.S.D.A. rules,
for label-craved fools.)
“And so are you.”
(A flourish so true
that angelic glee
would surely agree.)
Take each first line
from stanzas assigned
to end with quatrain
of loving refrain.
Or
Think up your own
with lyric home-grown;
a customized slant
like following rant?
Roses are red
and yellow and pink.
If you don't bring flowers
I'll think that you stink.
Violets are blue
or purple sometimes.
If you write me poems
then I prefer rhymes.
Sugar is sweet,
which I quite enjoy,
so candy is dandy
when making your ploy.
“And so are you”
fits oddly, at best,
for opening line
of poetry quest.
Many’s the time
these lines have been used.
Hope that my playing’s
not left them abused.
I’m having fun
to add to the queue
of “Roses are red”
and “Violets are blue”
