The book truck is full of wonderful things
like a dragon of flames
and a pig with wings
The book truck is full of unsolved games
mysteries and riddles all fun to play
a rivalry, a murder
a killer in disguise
all inside a book if you did but realise
The joy of nearby kids filled the air
As the birds washed away bitterness with their song
Sweet couples stayed there long
Filling the air, excited shouts from the nearby fair
Horizon filled with orange while the sun slowly set
People slowly walked away while the fields empty with no pets
The soft, glowing twilight calling her name
Slowly vanishing from the vat frame
Darkness filling the world
While I felt the winds whirl
Silent rusting of trees echoed
The tall grass swayed to the air-flow
Clouds parted letting the moon shine its light in the air
All left darkness of the fair
Blank streets filled with snow
Winds howl through the empty streets
The starry sky blinks
fuZZy wuZZy was a bear
fuZZy wuZZy had no hair
fuZZy wuZZY wasn’t that fuZZy was he?
fuZZy wuZZy bought a wig
fuZZy wuZZy fluffied it big
fuZZy wuZZY doesn’t look more does he?
People say games are fun
Well this one isn’t
Ever played save the country?
If not, then don’t
We’re running out of pals
But not running out of war
It will always stay with you
Never like before
Guns rapidly rattle,
Soldiers ready for battle
That’s all you can hear
But not all you can fear
I’m not here for fame
My feet sinking into the game
Deeper and deeper I go
Will I ever come home?
On the blood-filled poppies I lay
Left like a stray
All I can do now is pray
And wonder,
Why did I play this game?
The Grinch was the first one I saw on my phone
when it came to me I thought I had it in the back pocket
but it wasn’t there and it wasn’t in my pocket
I just thought I was missing it
but it wasn’t in the back of the box
and it wasn’t on the table
I don’t think it is in the car so
but it is on my car and it is on my car
I just got a call to the office to let me in
so I’m going back in
and I’ll be there shortly to get the car
thank goodness it’s in the car
I just don’t know if you can see
you have it
I love it
thank goodness
you and your family and your dad
is in my arms
I hope you’re having fun .
We love exercising
Yes we do
We do it every day
And we also love the colour blue
They don’t understand the tears, the cries
Because I only tell them fibs and lies
They don’t understand whom I am
They don’t understand who I be
They don’t understand what I love
They don’t understand… me.
The arctic white crystals
descend and tickle each surface;
grass, stone, wood
each flake unique.
Image the sway of it,
six sided beauties spin down,
a soft hit on the ground of glitter.
Blissfully swishing,
gracefully gliding.
A rush of snowflakes drop,
as the flurry never seems to stop,
the crisp air rejoices in the nipping wind,
snowing glitter,
blowing bitter,
as a blank canvas forms on the glistening ground.
Suddenly a chance of fortune strikes,
right before a child’s eyes,
as the incessant snowfall flurries and flies,
a sudden silence. Then cheering.
Children rush to the door.
Frantic hands, wrapping layers,
rushing outside,
their joy echoes as they play in the purest white,
building, sculpting, carving, creating,
and memories engraved in their small minds,
their laughing, a voice that rings in the dark,
as the blessing glides gracefully,
over their protected bodies,
a snowy paradise behold.