Poetry

Saving Face

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(Photo Credit:  From Alvin Schwartz and Stephen Gammell’s “Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark”)

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

Time for skincare overhaul

Wrinkles, pimples, and fine lines

My nose–the only thing that shines

*Sigh* And what do we have here

Another bumpy blemish I fear

But looking closely, I now see

Something moving under thee

Swelling larger by the minute

This pregnant pustule must submit

To a simple squeeze and pop

But despite my efforts, it doesn’t pop

So, I take a pair of tweezers

And, gosh, is this one a bleeder

But blood isn’t the only thing I see

What seem to be a dozen fleas

Full of blood as they waddle

I drown them all in a bottle

And smile of relief and say

“Nothing can stop me today!”

 

 

Date at Sunset


Orange, pink, and gray

Oh, what a beautiful day
Next to you at the river 

Someone’s fulfilled our order 
Shall we go for a stroll?

Or eat a noodle bowl?
With with you I am blessed

I could have never guessed
Our lifetime awaits

With more beautiful dates

Solace

  
The sun rises with your smile
Holding you longer a little while
In my dreams your laugh echoes

All while you play with your Duplos
Bright light in a chaotic world

Next to you I am curled 
Fiercely protective of you I am

Mama bear to my little lamb
All my hopes and dreams for you 

Spectacular, if you only knew
But for now, nap your little nap

(Wish I could freeze time with a snap)
For soon, you’ll be a tall, handsome chap

And I’ll be a little, old sap.

Little Red Riding

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A cute senorita
Followed by a cheetah
Let me count the ways
For issuing tickets pays
A bonus to us cops
And plus, a feel I may cop
To unsuspecting lambs
You know, it’s all a scam
Just doin’ my job, ‘mam
As if I give a damn
Lets hope there’s no camera phone
To catch misbehaving, as we’re prone
But first let me take a bite
For no one can see your plight

Old Mrs. Creet

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Once there was an old lady
Who looked like my grandma maybe

Every night
She’d take a bite

Of children’s toes
And a nose

If it’s past your bedtime
And you hear a chime

It’s old Mrs. Creet
Looking for something to eat

Don’t let her catch you
Awake or she’ll chew

Your toes and maybe your nose
So hurry and doze

Off to deep sleep
And as you count sheep

Out will creep
Old Mrs. Creet

Redemption

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When I was a little girl
Not yet a woman of the world

I dreamt of becoming an artist
During my childhood darkest

When I was a teen
Wearing tight blue jeans

My only thoughts
To escape every night fought

Through college I went
Suffering every torment

Not getting a PhD
To the world I went to see

Sold clothes at a department store
Dressed men with clothes galore

Wanted more and more
As it was getting to be a bore

So a business woman I became
On this earth to stake my claim

Caught up in a destructive game
Burnout and lots of shame

You pulled me from the Lost and Found
At a time when I nearly drowned

Rescued me from The Life
That brought me so much strife

Given me more hopes and dreams
Than I had ever dared to dream

So your queen I did become
From the ashes I had come from

All of this would have been enough
As dreams are made of this stuff

A man like you there is none
And then you gave me a son

As a bonus to your gift
Now the days are all so swift

A man, you are an exception
My only soul redemption