The Circus

When the circus came to town

We got tickets for the show

Underneath the big, striped tent

We sat in the top row

We ate some cherry sno cones

And we laughed at a sad clown

But when the acrobats came on

My tears came falling down

How can I explain it

That sometimes little things bring it all back

I'm sorry

I wish I could contain it

But sometimes my thoughts jump a train

Don't worry

It's just that I thought you would be the one

To hold me up if I should stumble

But you were holding someone else

And you just let me fall away and crumble

Now I feel like I am walking

On the high wire all alone without a net

And though I have forgiven you

It's still too soon to say I can forget

So let's just watch the lion tamers

Laugh at all the jugglers and the clown

And maybe I'll forget her name and

All the things you did to bring me down

And maybe I won't cry next time

I see the acrobats

When the circus comes to town

submitted for May Poetry Challenge, Circus, at Verse in a Nutshell

and Thursday Poets Rally, Week 44

I was given this award for Week 44 of the Thursday Poets Rally. Thanks so much!
I would like to nominate Olivia at  http://oliviasmindlymatters.wordpress.com/

for this award next.

http://promisingpoetscafe.wordpress.com/2011/05/22/the-perfect-poet-award-4-rally-week-44/

Me and the Beasts

Each night I sleep with three furry beasts

They snuffle, they tussle, they snore

They covet the covers, they purloin the pillows

I often get pushed to the floor!

Each night I sleep with three furry beasts

It's so cozy and warm when they're near

But sometimes things get a little too close

Which one is that licking my ear?!!

Each night I sleep with three furry beasts

One's big, and two are quite small

But with three men and me in one little bed

It's a wonder that I sleep at all!

submitted for Thursday Poets Rally 42

To fulfill my obligation for the Perfect Poet Award, I nominate M.A.S. at http://scribbledit.blogspot.com/   Check out his blog for some very interesting and cool poetry.

Thank you to Thursday Poets Rally!!!

Dirty Blues

image source

Why buy the cow

Come get the milk for free

Let's skip the seduction

And get straight to the deed

I'm ready and I'm willing

And I know what you need

So forget about her

And take a ride with me.

Games are for children

I don't wanna play

I saw you and I want you

Ain't no shades of gray

What we're doin' is wrong

Don't try to pretend

If you believe in God

Start making amends.

Why buy the loaf

Come get the slices for free

My mama always told me

That's no way to be

But mama's not around

And I don't plan to tease

So come over to me baby

Bring me to my knees.

submitted for One Shot Wednesday, Week 40 at One Stop Poetry
also for Thursday Poets Rally, Week 41

Battle Creek Cypress Swamp

photo by Temari 2010

The trees are older than our cares

I walk beneath a cypress sky

I hear the barred owl's plaintive cry

And soon forget the day's affairs.

The birds and frogs sing joyful prayers

 The breeze breathes like a lover's sigh

The trees are older than our cares

I walk beneath a cypress sky.

I spy a young deer unawares

 The cypress watch us live and die

The creek keeps flowing by and by
Its secrets with the earth it shares

The trees are older than our cares.

submitted for: One Stop Poetry Form-Rondel

                     One Shot Wednesday-Week 38

                     Thursday Poets Rally

Beauty Is

Thank you, Jingle and Poets Rally!

I went to look for beauty today

I needed to see that it still existed

After a morning of encounters with ugliness

     foul words spit at innocent people

     a father yelling at his one year-old son

     a long, headache inducing waiting room purgatory

And dates with distress

     too much blood

     that suspicious lump

     one more test

     and just one more, just to be sure

Fled to the grocery for something pretty and tasty

And found the fish wasn't fresh

And the gossip was stale as well

But the kid in the check-out lane cracked a lame joke

And it set us all to laughing

And for a moment

Everything seemed beautiful.

submitted for Thursday Poets Rally, week 39

Poetry's Better Than...Nah!

Poems feed a need

Juicy words, lick up the rhymes

Sticky stanzas sing


submitted for Thursday Poets Rally Week 37, Poetry With a Theme, Poetry and Me