The Laundromat: A spoken word poem by The PoeticLotion Show!
Filed under Children's Poetry, Video Poetry
Ripple Fudge Ice Cream
My head swirls in confusion,
like ripple fudge ice cream,
sweet with good intentions
and a dark vein underneath.
.
I try to straighten out my thoughts,
I want to do what’s right.
Instead i just crave ice cream
and sneak downstairs for a bite.
LLH
12:25 AM
4/26/12
An Old Notebook – A #30in30 Poem
A silly poet soul
An old notebook.
The used pages torn out.
Donated with some other junk.
It’s worthless to her now.
The notebook was brought home
by a silly poet soul
who turned the almost empty book
into a book of poems.
Flowing words and crosses out.
The once-blank pages adorned with ink.
Poetic artwork drawn in black
with a sketch done in pink.
The book grew heavy
. purposeful.
It carried the words well.
The cover worn;
. the pages torn.
Each with a story to tell.
Filed under Me, Observations
Night Fall: A #30in30 Poem
I watched the stars appear
as the sky deepened
from pastel to cornflower
to true blue, electric blue,
and then, at last, midnight.
It was God’s watercolor painting.
vivid hues subtlely streaking
fading into each other.
It took a moment
after the sky dimmed
before the pinpricks,
like lightning bugs,
sparkled to life.
4/7/12
#30in30
#7
The Gull: A #30in30 Poem
The seagulls coast
through azure blue,
barely flapping wings
One circles ’round
before touching down
in a nearby parking space.
He tilts his head and eyes me,
studying me closely.
Realizing I have no food,
he lifts off again
with ease and grace
to coast across the lot.
He catches a breeze
and stretches his wings -
white, edged in black.
He lands again,
the dainty winged rat,
outside the Save-A-Lot.
A pudgy woman
exists the store
munching on Cheez-Its®.
He calls to her
a hoarse squawk.
She tosses without looking.
Another gull,
clever and mean,
swoops and steals his dinner.
The woman, unaware,
unlocks her car
and drives out into traffic.
4/7/12
#30in30
#6
Filed under Observations
