Untitled Poems

I haven't tried to chose names for these poems as of yet, although I have a few ideas. These are just the preliminary titles or, as they call it in the land of lyrics and songs, "Working titles." (had to say something professional-sounding there)

March Fourth:

"March Fourth!"

They told me

So I marched forth

While they laughed behind me.

I asked "Why?" 

They laughed still harder

Till I thought they'd die

And then laughed harder!

They never did say why...

Spring:

Snow keeps falling

Piling up around us

Rays of sun may melt it

In time, in good time, in distant time.

Nevertheless, I continue with my live

Grieving over the cold, and dreaming of

Spring.

That poem that I just wrote the other day:

Like a cat

I follow the sun's beams

Curling up to read

Despite its best schemes

To run away

And steal the light;

I'll follow the sunbeams

Until the night.

~Kiwi~

New Poem and Who-rah!!!

Here is a new poem. I wrote it two nights ago, when I was supposed to be asleep in bed. :D Needless to say, I was not asleep. (duh)

Are you unhappy,

And feeling glum?

Are you tired of sitting around,

Being a lazy bum?

Is your life bland,

Like a whole meal of rice?

Then listen to me

And heed my advice.

Just go to a clam

(And do this right quick),

Being near his happiness

Should do the trick!

For a clam, who

(Of course) is elated

Will return the joy

That is so underrated!

(Tired of hearing about clams?

Then tell me another way

To brighten your spirits

Every single day!)

So, there y'are, folks! That makes a total of seven (7) fairly good poems written by me. I've written numerous other ones, but they're all boring and slightly dumb. Or, not exactly dumb, just not the kind I like. I have posted five of my seven good poems here. Do you want me to put up the last two, or are they just rather...dull? Vote!

Guess what!!!! *does a little 'cabbage-patch' and happy dance* We finally *squeals with delight* got the tickets *does a little jig* for the *dramatic pause, broken with happy, excited squeaks* DOWNHERE CONCERT today!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *puts down about fifty-kajillion exclamation points, then takes out most of 'em in consideration for her readers* *grins ear to ear* *can't contain her joy inside anymore, so goes and screams into her pillow* *comes back to type more*


*wonders whether or not to bug Soul Skittles about getting to (possibly) meet Downhere, then decides that she'll save that for later* But I won't forget all the bugging about Glenn Lavender's comment on your blog! Hmph.

Anywho (does it bother anyone that I keep saying that? 'Cause I know a few people who hate it, and I can stop if anyone really wants me to), I'm sooooo excited 'bout it! Owan is going with us, and her sister, and another friend of ours.


(BTW, Owan, I got asked if I was part of your family yesterday. I was talking with Bethany and Emily, and then a friend of theirs was talking with Bethany. When they finished {it was rather entertaining: they started 'arguing', him 'ignoring' Bethany, and she wagging her finger in his face, and then afterwards, neither could remember what they were 'arguing' about}, he asked me "are you one of the [Owan's family's last name]s?" Emily and Bethany, before I could even shake my head, answered for me with, "No, she's a [My last name], spelled the same as ours, but with an extra 's' on the end." Which he thought was very interesting. He said I looked like the rest of your family. So, if you want another sister, adopt me and nobody'll know! =^D)

Anywho (I said it again), I can't wait to go.

I have time to type about one more subject before I get kicked off, so I'd better make it good. Hmmm........

TOTALLY RANDOM FACT OF THE DAY #1:
Did you know........ that according to some scientific research, when asked the best place to meet men, 13% of women say "the post office"? Well, now you know!
I find that odd. The post office? The only males I've ever met there are either thirty plus years older than me or ten years younger. I'd say that if you want to meet a random young man between tenth grade and college age, just go to my Culvers. We were there during lunch hour today, and it was crawling with 'em. Not that I'd do it myself, or even recommend doing that. Huh. Thus ends the Totally Random Fact of the Day.

Now I really need to get off. :(
Reminds me of a song:
You cannot fight the inevitable
It's gonna come,
I fought the la,
And the la won!

See ya!
~Kiwifruit

Joy!! Happy Day!!/New Poems

Rejoice and be merry, me fellow bloggers! Yours Truly is going to see Downhere. Live. In concert. In 26 days. Wooooohoooooo! I can't wait!! *does a little happy dance* After I get this posted, I'm going to try to find a countdown thingymajig that will actually work on here (for some weird reason, unknown to mankind, animalkind, and most likely alienkind also), set it for December 14th, and host a party every time it counts down one week. Big party on the 13th. Y'all'll have to party without me on the 14th. Why? Because I'll be at The Concert, of course!!
=^D =^D =^D =^D =^D =^D =^D =^D =^D =^D =^D =^D =^D
And Daniel Kirkley will be there, and he's got an amazing voice, too, and Jason Gray, and Jaime Jamgochian, and Lanae' Hale.

Like I said. Happy Day.

Now, here is a brand-new poem, written just this afternoon, never before seen by anyone outside of this family. I hope you enjoy the privilege. ;) Please ignore the dots. Those aren't supposed to be there, but it was the only way I could get the words to align correctly.

..........................I wish I could be
.............................................as happy
.........................................................as
...........................................................a
...........................................................CLAM
...................................For then,
..............................................when
.................................................people say
...................................................“you look
.......................................................as happy
...................................................................as
.....................................................................a
.....................................................................CLAM,”
...................................................I can say
...................................................................“I
.........................................................................AM!”

There is my masterpiece. D'you like it? I've always wanted to write a 'stair-step' poem--one where the lines sort of end up looking like stair-steps. And now I have. But now that I have fulfilled my "life's dream", what else is there to live for? I am no longer as happy as a clam. There's no reason to be. ;-(
Anywho; this was the third day in a row that I wrote a poem in. I think this is the best poem out of the three. Here's my second favorite. It was written on an envelope to some friends back in Iowa. (Catfreak and Avalon: if you have not yet received my letter, wait to read this.)

I say 'How're you?'

To my friends back in Iowa

And wonder what they do

Without me there.

I talk and talk

'Bout random things

Like how I want to walk

O'er to their house like I used to.

Sadly, then, I write 'Goodbye'

And wonder how long

Till I can say 'Hi'

And stand there right beside them.

And then here's my least favorite. It needs more work on it, like on the last line of the first stanza, but I can't find anything that'll work better.

Angus

Although you came into my life

Just a few short months ago,

I feel that I know you well,

As if you were my beau!

The reason for our meeting

Was not a happy one*

But we got past that quickly

And went on to weeks of fun.

Me, clicking happily away,

And you just sitting there

following my every whim

With complementary flair.

My every wish

Ends up as your command,

To get what I want from you,

I barely need raise my hand!

Occasionally, however,

for reasons unknown on earth

You provoke me nearly to tears

Making me wonder about your worth.

Is what I'm doing

Worth begging your co-operation?

Or would I be better off

Sending you on extended vacation?

Yet when all is said and done,

Instead of making a fuss,

I will love you (almost) forever,

My dear computer, Angus!

See what I mean about that last line of the first stanza? But there are no other words that rhyme with 'ago' and still make sense in the poem! Doe, foe, low, mow, moe, snow, bow, beau, go, hoe, joe, no, oh, poe, row, stow, sow, sew, toe, tow, woe, yo. None work! A large virtual high-five to someone who can give me a better line.
*The story behind this poem goes like this: I wrote a eulogy for Bob and Larry, and I fear that Angus has gotten a bit jealous of them. He won't work consistently for me because of this jealousy, so I wrote him this, hoping to appease him.

Oh, before I leave, I was tagged by Soul Skittles to tell 7 random things about meself. So here goes.

1: I hate being trapped inside by cold winter weather.
2: I discovered that chap stick works well to keep your nose from becoming raw when you have a stupid cold and have to blow your nose fifty times per hour. But it's best to use clear stuff, not blue or purple. :-)
3: I'm waiting (rather impatiently) for the day that LOST comes back on tv, 'cause I'm addicted to it.
4: For some reason, I keep waking up at some time in the middle of the night, but I don't know when because I don't have a clock in my room. (hey, you wanted random...)
5: I LOVE listening to Christian music. To name just a few: Newsboys, Downhere, Kutless, Stellar Kart, Paul Colman, Paul Colman Trio. I could continue my list for a few days, but I didn't think y'all'd appreciate that
6: I run out of random things very quickly, and dread finding more.
7: I'd like to visit Australia and New Zealand someday.

So, I tag:
Judi
Catfreak
Avalon
Zoe

So ends this insanely long post. Will this keep you all happy for a while longer?
~Kiwifruit

P.S. It snowed yesterday, but didn't accumulate. I don't like snow right now.