Poems

[The March Hare]

Night of Valentine's Day

Twas the night made for lovers
Called St. Valentine's
And I was sick on the couch
From eating candy hearts that said 'Be mine'

The phone was not ringing
And there was no one about
My girl had left me yesterday
Because of a domestic spout.

There was no dinner on the stove
No roses in the vase
I was so lonely,
Just Chilling to Nas.

I was left alone with nothing to do
Then to my sudden surprise
I looked up from the couch
And a TV ad caught my eyes

If I dialed 900-talk smut
And put my ear to the phone
Some disgusting woman, possibly a very *friendly* person
Would relieve me of being alone.

All they needed was a credit card
To keep me warm on V-Day
A few dirty remarks
And I felt like I had gotten a lay.

That's the way of phone sex
On V-day when you are single
Give them a call,
So your pants might feel a tingle.

[The March Hare]

Now I lay me down to sleep.
Please don't send me no more creeps.
Please just send me one good man.
One without a wedding band.

One good man who's sweet as pie.
Who brushed his teeth and doesn't lie.
Who dresses neat and doesn't smell.
And is sexy like my man Denzel.

Is super-rich like Michael J.
On second thought, that's okay.
Man, if I should die before I wake,
That would truly take the cake;

No matrimony or honeymoon.
No fancy reception planned for June.
No throwing of the wedding bouquet.
Please, God, don't let me go out that way.

If I die before I meet Mr. Right
I won't go out without a fight.
But then again with my luck,
He'd probably be just some schmuck.

The single life is not that bad
I know it's just a passing fad.
I won't be blue. I will not frown.
Besides, I like my toilet seat down.

No more makeup, won't comb my hair.
So never mind this stupid prayer

[The March Hare]

Mary had a little pig,
She kept it fat and plastered;
And when the price of pork went up,
She shot the little bastard.

[The March Hare]

JACK AND JILL Went up the hill
To have a little fun.
Stupid Jill forgot the pill
And now they have a son.

[The March Hare]

SIMPLE SIMON met a Pie man going to the fair.
Said Simple Simon to the Pie man,
"What have you got there?"
Said the Pie man unto Simon,
"Pies, you dumbass"

[The March Hare]

HEY DIDDLE, DIDDLE the cat took a piddle,
All over the bedside clock.
The little dog laughed to see such fun.
Then died of electric shock

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GEORGIE PORGY Pudding and Pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry.
And when the boys came out to play,
He kissed them too 'cause he was gay.

[The March Hare]

success

Pride consumes
truth
if we allow
our neurotic ego
to embrace
a reality
without a hint of
remorse or empathy.

But aren't we all
culturally indoctrinated
to succeed,
to dominate,
to control,
to fulfil our
transient destiny
at the expense of
those we love
or acquaint ourselves with?

[The March Hare]

A poem with lots of 'C' words

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Continual Contemplation

The clichéd cavalier
clings to his
carbon copy life with
constrained complexity
and settles
for conventionality.

Miss originality
and Master clarity
dismantle, reconstruct
withered concepts
within a cul-de-sac
of ubiquitous creativity
by alienating themselves
from the main-stream
cultural orthodoxies.

Our imagination:
a perverse configuration
of disparate thoughts
that congeal into
an incomprehensible concoction
of cerebral combinations
which reconfigure,
inexplicable,
to creatively convey some
innovative originality
and clarity
into a world
which continues
to advocate constrained
and conformist ideologies.




(Creativity defies normality).

[The March Hare]

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I started on my homework
But my pen ran out of ink.
My hamster ate my homework.
My computer's on the blink.

I accidentally dropped it
In the soup my mom was cooking.
My brother flushed it down the toilet
When I wasn't looking.

My mother ran my homework
Through the washer and the dryer.
An airplane crashed into our house.
My homework caught on fire.

Tornadoes blew my notes away.
Volcanoes struck our town.
My homework was absconded
By an evil killer clown.

Some aliens abducted me.
I had a shark attack.
A pirate swiped my homework
And refused to give it back.

It took so long to make these up
I realized, with dread,
It would have just been easier
To do the work instead.

[The March Hare]

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This one is called Dreams...

Where the mountains touch the sky
Where poets DREAM, where eagles fly
A secret place above the crowd
Just beneath a silver-lined cloud.

Lift your eyes to a snowy peak
And see the soon-to-be we seek
Whisper DREAMS and let them rise
To the mountains old and wise.

Climbers climb, it's time to try
Where the mountains touch the sky
Take me there. Oh take me now...
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow!

Where the ocean meets the sky
Where dolphin dance and seagulls fly
A place in DREAMS, I know so well
The sea inside a single shell.

Far across the living sea
A pale blue possibility
Beyond the castles made of sand
Tomorrow in a small child's hand.

Only DREAMERS need apply
Where the ocean meets the sky
Take me there. Oh take me now...
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow.

A common ground for one and all
Behind the crystal waterfall
Where Peace flows like a mighty stream
Like Dr. King I have a DREAM.

Imagine such a goal in sight
For red and yellow, black and white
New Delhi, Peking, Kenya, Rome
Earth is the place that we call home.

Baghdad, Bangkok, Tel Aviv
One race HUMAN, we still believe
It matters what we say and do
This DREAM is ME, this DREAM is YOU!

When walls of hate have fallen fast
When prejudice has long since passed
When last is first and first is last

Come DREAM with me
Where the forest reach the sky
Wake up and DREAM and don’t be shy.

No thorns of war, a perfect rose
This is where Gandhi's DREAM grows
Whisper now; let the DREAM begin
It's time to trust the truth within.

This is where we seek and find
A gift in being colorblind
DREAM on DREAMERS, hopes are high
Where the forest reach the sky.

Take me there. Oh take me now
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow.

Now, listen close, the future calls...
Build your bridges and tear down walls!
For time has taught and so it seems
Realities are born of DREAMS!

Blessed are the peacemakers...

[The March Hare]

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For Your Child's Sake





Mothers, touch your children,
Fathers, hug them tight,
Let them know you love them
morning, noon, and night.

Put your arms around them,
hold them near to you,
Feel the beating of their hearts,
the life that you made new.


Roll around the floor with them,
tease and laugh and play,
Listen to what they'll tell you,
they have so much to say.


Take time to get to know them,
see the colors in their eyes,
Appreciate that person
that deep inside them lies.


Let them run their fingers through your hair
and down your face,
Fill their hearts with words of praise,
make home their favorite place.


Cuddle with them on the couch
and watch a t.v. show,
Sing with them or share a book
and help their world to grow.


Take a walk into the park,
hold each other's hand,
Smell the flowers, feed the ducks,
build castles in the sand.


Mothers, touch your children,
Fathers, hug them tight,
Show them what a gift they are,
to love them feels so right.

[The March Hare]

My Grandad
My Grandad tells me stories, with a twinkle in his eye,
Most of them are half the truth the other half are lies.
He told me of a rocket ship he built when he was young,
He flew it to the Milky Way and landed on the sun.
He said it was really hot, it gave him such a fright
I said it should have burnt you, He said he flew at night,
He told me of the places that he and Nan had been,
He told me of the wonders that both of them had seen,
The beauty of the Holy Land and the pyramids of stone,
And when they went to Italy they saw the might of Rome.
They told me of a magic place that him and Nan had been
And of a fairy castle that both of them had seen,
He said that I would see this place, that's so big and grand
He took me to the USA and off to Disneyland

[The March Hare]

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Another note from mum!

I sprang from bed and bumped my head and stubbed my little toe,
Then jammed my fingers turning down the blaring radio.
I rubbed my bumps and bruises as the weather lady said,
"Today's the first of April, look for showers overhead."

I trudged downstairs to breakfast, where my bad luck tagged along.
There taped up to the microwave…another note from Mom:

Good morning! Exclamation point—she always starts out nice.
Now comes the part where I get fed her motherly advice.

For breakfast, dear, just help yourself. There's pizza in the fridge.
And as for soda, choose the Sprite—the Coke has lost its fizz.

"Is this a dream?" I said out loud. "There must be some mistake.
I'd better read that through again. I'm only half awake."

I scanned the lines, not once, but twice. Yes, pizza's what it said!
And I could swallow that advice, so I read on ahead:

Please wear your faded jeans to school, those low-cut ones that flare.
And use my mousse to do that sticky-up thing with your hair.

"Is she for real?" I asked myself. What's gotten into Mom?
Whatever it was, I liked it lots, so I continued on:

About your science quiz today—the one on natural gas—
Just tell your teacher that's one subject you don't want to pass!

I know I didn't read that right. I couldn't have, no way!
But there it was in black and white, as plain as night and day.

And then it hit me, why the change: Mom hadn't lost a screw;
My worry-free philosophy had finally gotten through.

Her rules had changed from lame to lax—my mom was cool at last!
These last few months of middle school were gonna be a blast!
__________________

[The March Hare]

I love me

I took myself out on a date
And said I'm looking grand,
And when I got my courage up
I asked to hold my hand.

I took me to a restaurant
And then a movie show.
I put my arm around me
In the most secluded row.

I whispered sweetly in my ear
Of happiness and bliss,
And then I almost slapped me
When I tried to steal a kiss.

Then afterwards I walked me home
And since I'm so polite
I thanked me for a perfect date
And wished myself goodnight.

There's just one little problem
And it kind of hurts my pride.
Myself would not invite me in
So now I'm locked outside

[The March Hare]

What is love

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This will bring a tear to your eyes.................!



Slow down for three minutes to read this. It is so worth it.
Touching words from the mouth of babes.

What does Love mean?
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8
Year-olds, "What does love mean?" The answers they got were
Broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined.
See what you think:

"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over
And paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her
All the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."
Rebecca- age 8

When someone loves you, the way they say your name is
Different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
Billy - age 4

"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on
Shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."
Karl - age 5

"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of
Your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."
Chrissy -age 6

"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."
Terri - age 4

"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she
Takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is
OK."
Danny - age 7

"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired
Of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My
Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"
Emily - age 8

"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop
Opening presents and listen."
Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)

"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with
A friend who you hate,"
Nikka - age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)

"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he
Wears it everyday."
Noelle - age 7

"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are
Still friends even after they know each other so well."
Tommy - age 6

"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared.
I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and
Smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared
Anymore."
Cindy - age 8

"My mommy loves me more than anybody . You don't see anyone
Else kissing me to sleep at night."
Clare - age 6

"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."
Elaine-age 5

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still
Says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."
Chris - age 7

"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left
Him alone all day."
Mary Ann - age 4

"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her
Old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."
Lauren - age 4

"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and
Little stars come out of you." (what an imagination)
Karen - age 7

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't
Think it's gross."
Mark - age 6

"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it.
But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."
Jessica - age 8

And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once
Talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the
Contest was to find the most caring child.

The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor
Was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife Upon
Seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old
Gentleman's' yard,
Climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked
What he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I
Just helped him cry"

[The March Hare]

Standing by,
All the way.
Here to help you through your day.

Holding you up,
When you are weak,
Helping you find what it is you seek.

Catching your tears,
When you cry.
Pulling you through when the tide is high.

Just being there,
Through thick and thin,
All just to say, you are my friend.

[The March Hare]

If I Could Live My Life Again

If I could live my life again, I'd laugh at my misfortunes more and other people's predicaments less. Spend more time counting my blessings, less time scrutinizing my blemishes.

I'd spend more time playing with my children and grandchildren, less time watching professional athletes perform. More time enjoying what I have, less time thinking about the things I don't have.

If I could live my life again, I'd walk in the rain more without an umbrella and listen less to weather reports. I'd spend much more time outdoors in small towns and much less time in tall buildings and big cities. I'd eat more of everything healthy and delicious, less of everything each meal, saving enough on the bill to feed a starving child.

If I could live my life again, I'd get more beach sand between my toes and less friction between myself and others. I'd take more long baths and fewer showers (I can't explain why I've always been in such a hurry to spend my time). I'd spend more time with old people and animals, less time with strangers at clubs and parties.

I'd act the age of my children and grandchildren more and act my own age less. I'd visit libraries, bookstores, and computer networks more and malls and movie theatres less. I'd play the piano more and play fewer mindless games like solitaire. I'd give my spouse and children more tender touches and much less advice.

If I could live my life again, I'd spend more time fully involved in the present moment, less time remembering and anticipating. I'd be more aware of my core values and life mission, and less concerned with the reasons why I might not measure up.

I'd smile more, frown less. I'd express my feelings more, try less to impress my friends and neighbours. I'd forgive and ask forgiveness more, and curse my adversaries less - but most of all I'd be more spontaneous and active, less hesitant and subdued.

When a great idea or spur-of-the-moment adventure popped up - an Easter egg hunt, an open house at school, a game of hide-and-seek, an oppurtunity to solve a problem at work or to satisfy a disgruntled customer, a hay ride, a chance to build a snowman or paint over graffiti, an invitation to watch a lunar eclipse or a shuttle launch. I'd be less likely to stay in my chair objecting, "It's not in our plan" and more inclined to jump up and say, "Yes, let's

[The March Hare]

Friendship is like the breeze,
You can't hold it,
Smell it,
Taste it,
Or know when it's coming,
But you can always feel it,
And you'll always know it's there,
It may come and then go,
But you can know it'll always be back

[The March Hare]

Love Is ...

Love is the greatest feeling,
Love is like a play,
Love is what I feel for you,
Each and every day,
Love is like a smile,
Love is like a song,
Love is a great emotion,
That keeps us going strong,
I love you with my heart,
My body and my soul,
I love the way I keep loving,
Like a love I can't control,
So remember when your eyes meet mine,
I love you with all my heart,
And I have poured my entire soul into you,
Right from the very start