negotiating involves
excruciating persuading,
trading,
lying,
complying,
pleading,
mind reading,
and timing -
but unfortunately, no rhyming.
Monday, July 29, 2013
Sunday, July 28, 2013
alien poem
What happens when you're sad?
the man asks the alien.
We clap our hands, comes the reply.
That's weird, says the man - we cry.
Silence, and then the alien replies:
Don't you think it's weird
to have water come out of your eyes?
the man asks the alien.
We clap our hands, comes the reply.
That's weird, says the man - we cry.
Silence, and then the alien replies:
Don't you think it's weird
to have water come out of your eyes?
Thursday, July 25, 2013
missing ocean poem
one day, the sun grew way out of proportion.
it was so big and so hot, it dried up the ocean.
and just like that, the ocean disappeared
the fish thought it was very weird
all the dying fish lay on the groundand just like that, the ocean disappeared
the fish thought it was very weird
wondering where the ocean could be found.
was the ocean now hanging way up high
like a giant mirror in the sky?
just then, small pieces of the ocean fell from the sky.
soon, thunder roared and lightning crashed
and the ocean came falling down like dogs and cats.
the fish swished their tails in delight, for they learned
that the missing ocean had returned.
Monday, July 22, 2013
thoughts running through my mind
thoughts running through my mind
so fast they collapse,
a momentary lapse ...
then they're back
on track, running laps
so fast they collapse,
a momentary lapse ...
then they're back
on track, running laps
so fast they collapse...
a momentary lapse,
but soon they're back
on track, running laps...
a momentary lapse,
but soon they're back
on track, running laps...
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
story of wells
Well, well, well...What do we have here? says the witch.
Well, I'm a well, and I'm doing very well, says the well.
You don't have much vocabulary, do you? says the witch.
Well... says the well.
Then you deserve a spell, replies the witch.
From now on, you're only going to echo what other people tell you.
And that is the story of why wells echo so well...well...well...
Well, I'm a well, and I'm doing very well, says the well.
You don't have much vocabulary, do you? says the witch.
Well... says the well.
Then you deserve a spell, replies the witch.
From now on, you're only going to echo what other people tell you.
And that is the story of why wells echo so well...well...well...
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