This and That Poems

If you haven't notices from my previous posts, I've recently decided to do a little more creative writing rather than my traditional blogging about this and that. Instead, I'll be writing poems or short stories about this and that.

Over R&R when hubby and I were having one of our talks about the future, and dreaming about what we want to do, when asked to finish the sentence, "When I grow up I want to be a ..... " without hesitation, I answered writer. Ever since I was little I've written poems, kept journals, wrote short stories. In college, my all time favorite classes were my poetry and fiction writing courses, and those are the classes I also did best in. I gave my hand a freelance writing, but it didn't quite fit the bill for the type of writing I enjoy.

Pretty much on a daily basis, I write little poems in my head. But I've finally decided it's time to harness that creativity and get back to translating it to paper ... or here for that matter.
So my blog is now my online journal of my writings. To remind me of the type of writing I truly love to do.

For a little laugh, I thought I'd share a few of my "first" poems. In the summer of 1991, while visiting family in Indiana, one of my aunts gave us cousins journals. And thus my first collection of little poems was created.


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We're rad.
We're bad.
And if we could,
We would be good.
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If I would in the summer sun,
Run into a man with a fun,
I would plead him so,
"Oh, please, let me go!"
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My little old cat,
He likes to chase bats.
But sometimes
He just lies on his mat,
Chewing my hat.
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Mr. Lizard,
The craziest wizard I know,
He turned a class
Into some brass
And used it for a bed!
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My dog is a hog.
He eats all day.
Sometimes he jumps
Like a frog.
Our little dog.
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I am a book, a book you see.
Who is often read
By Captain Hook at sea.
He reads me too much and now,
I'm a shredded book,
A shredded book at sea.
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Green is a color
Covered with flowers.
Green is a hill
Covered with trees.
Green is a color
Prettier than leaves.
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Behold the wriggling caterpillar,
Their enemy the cat is a killer.
If they shall be caught,
They ought not to have fought,
That cat.
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The end.