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~

White Christmas

More pics from The Concert coming in the next post, but for now, I'm just going to complain about White Christmases.

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the tree tops glisten,
And children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white

Ha! I'm thinking of slightly different lyrics right now, as I sit here and watch snow pour down atop the twelve inches we already have. Ugh.

I'm dreaming of a Floridian Christmas
Unlike the ones I've always known,
Where the palm trees sway
And children play *tries to make voice go way down like Bing Crosby's*
On the coast in that lovely, sunny zone

*Sigh*

I'm dreaming of a WARM Christmas
With every icicle I see
May your days be snow- and ice-free
And may all my readers agree!

Or there's this one that Rapunzel found and graciously shared with me:

Winter Clothes
by Karla Kuskin

Under my hood I have a hat
and under that my hair is flat.
Under my coat
my sweater's blue.
My sweater's red.
I'm wearing two.
My muffler muffles to my chin
and round my neck
and then tucks in.
My gloves were knitted
by my aunts.
I've mittens too
and pants
and pants
and boots
and shoes
with socks inside.
The boots are rubber, red and wide.
And when I walk
I must not fall
because I can't get up at all.

That makes me think of either Calvin and Hobbes, or in A Christmas Story where Randy says "I can't put my arms down!" and "I can't get up!" If you haven't watched that movie, you should!

Thusly, I shall end my rant. With a word of advice: Move Somewhere Warm!!!

~Kiwi da Frozenfruit