Poem a Day: In From the Cold

 

I want to get in from the cold,
I want to stop growing old,
If anyone asks my soul has sold,
It wasn’t worth its weight in gold.

***

To work I must go, the temple of cold hard cash,
There we are flogged until our backs look like hash,
I try to hide mine with a sash,
Although I think I’ve caught a rash.

***

In the end there is no fun,
In the end we’ve lost the sun,
In the end the turkey’s done,
All that’s left is the gun.

***

No sense does this poem make,
My life you will never take.

Super Sonnet Sunday/Poem a Day: Celita Luna, Queen of Tides

 

I hold the moon within,
My name is but a flower,
She will not give in,
Blooming forever and an hour.

***

Celita Luna, Queen of Tides,
All have bent their knee,
For she is the mother of the night that rides,
Her children, all gods, keep her lands free.

***

The shade grows,
To take the Jewel of Atlantis,
Celita knows,
She will strike fast, moving as a mantis.

***

I will move with her,
Singing a song to make me stronger.

 

Poem a Day: I Don’t Know

I don’t know what to do,
I don’t know what to say,
I don’t know where to go,
I don’t know how it got this way.

***

Where did I go wrong,
Is it something I missed,
I’m sorry I’m not strong,
I guess I can’t fix it by getting kissed.

***

I don’t know what you want me to be,
All you do is have to say the word,
And, you can have whatever you want of me,
I’ll give you my first and second and third.

***

I don’t know why this poem was so easy to write,
I don’t know if I can win this fight.

Poem a Day: Margaret or Margarine?

 

Butter, butter, margarine, butter,
How you set my heart a flutter,
You make my lips stumble and stutter,
Even when clearing out the kitchen clutter.

***

Glasses shatter,
There is a great clatter,
Leaving the room all in a tatter,
Now you’re confused because of the latter.

***

Jumping and twisting and turning around,
Until we fall upon the ground,
Once there we make a great sound,
Lying atop the burial mound.

***

If this is morbid I don’t give one wit,
My love for you will never quit.

 

***Author’s Note***

I think this is easily the most entertaining poem I’ve written so far. Well, with the exception of An Ode to Star Trek (that one was pure nonsense). But, this one seems to strike so much deeper. At the surface it looks like a happy little ditty. Looking past the first few passages though, it becomes rather dark. Of course, I’m not going to tell you how to read the poem. I want to see if you came to the same conclusions I did.

 

Poem a Day: Carrie Fisher

 

A geek’s first love,
Far, far, away,
In the stars up above,
She has gone to stay.

***

Her mind works like mine,
Always at odds with itself,
It’s the way divine,
No this way, all for myself.

***

I never met you,
You probably wouldn’t care,
I don’t know how to say I love you,
My face lost in the glare.

***

May the force be with you,
I think I need a tissue.

***Author’s Note***

In memory of Princess Leia. May the Force guide you home.

Poem a Day: Steampunk: Nice as Ice

 

I came for a world of perpetual cold,
Where the cities float so high they do more than scrape the sky,
To live in a world where you never get old,
Isn’t a paradise, and that is no lie.

***

Things old are new,
Powered by steam,
They push their way through,
Cutting through clouds like crossing a stream.

***

Wolves are kept as pets,
Silver chains wrapped around our necks,
We are often made to visit the vets,
Who cut and stitch silver, just for their checks.

***

They want to keep us silent,
No plans, to keep us from being violent.

***Author’s Note***

Set in a world I’ve considered writing about for some time. It’s the home of a little werewolf boy named Isaiah. The poem is told from his point of view.

Poem A Day: An Ode to Star Trek

Captain Kirk is on the bridge,
Spock is decorating the tree,
While Worf is rifling through the fridge,
And the Klingons are on a caroling spree.

***

Nothing is as good as ice fishing,
While Data calculates the distance,
I think Wesley has gone missing,
And the Enterprise makes an entrance.

***

For what is an ode to Star Trek,
Without the most noble of starships,
Though Star Trek III caused a wreck,
Nu Trek has every shaking their hips.

***

This poem is full of nonsense,
My mind has been gone long since.

 

***Author’s Note***

Wrote that Christmas Day I believe. Maybe a day or two before. Not sure. But, I thought it might be a good way to start out the New Year. Not nearly as depressing as some of the ones I’ve got coming up.

Poem a Day: Osiris

Now he looks through wicked eyes,
Watching clouds wicker and writhe,
Filling their hearts with empty lies,
And all must now pay his tithe.
***
And thus he rises the wickedest son,
Making the earth quiver and heave,
His power would have life undone,
If only Isis gave him leave.
***
His heart is black,
His flesh is falling from the bone,
His mind is tortured upon the rack,
His life is forever spent alone.
***
And now the earth, it must pay,
For the life he gave away.
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***Notes from the Author***
This is one of my favorites thus far. It’s only halfway based on Egyptian mythology though. It’s main inspiration comes from one of my Cupcake’s stories. It’s an awesome story thus far, and I’ll keep pushing her till she gets it finished. Well, I won’t push too hard, but I’ll do the best I can to get her to finish it and publish it. It’s one of those stories that really needs to be shared with the world.

Poem a Day: A Poem A Day

A poem a day,
Keeps the writer’s block at bay,
It often helps to sway,
The muse who lights the way.
***
It helps to lock away the sorrow,
Even beyond the morrow,
My heart is light as a sparrow,
And flies true like an arrow.
***
It lights up like a fire,
That can burn away the ire,
Singing a song as sweet as a lyre,
That can lead me through the brier.
***
In the end the battle will be won,
As I stand beneath the sun.
Finally! A poem that’s not super depressing. XD

Poem A Day: I’m Looking for a Magic Button

I’m looking for a magic button,
One that makes everything alright,
I think it might be south of Sutton,
Though I cannot find the light.
***
The button now it must be found,
Unlike Staples says it isn’t easy,
Twisting and turning and looking around,
Down aisles and aisles that make me feel quite queasy.
***
The sickness there is in my head,
Like a demonic smiling clown,
It’s only desire to see me dead,
To turn my lips in a perpetual frown.
***
The darkness desires to find a gun,
I only want to see the sun.

So, I’m really considering challenging myself to writing a poem a day for a month straight. Maybe at some point they won’t all be depressing XD