My Poems
In the depths of my mind
My imagination goes WILD,
And climbs the stars like
Great gorilla dreams.
I investigate crime scenes in Ferryport Landing,
Noting carefully each little clue,
As I interview the planaria on the moon.
They serve tea you know,
In dainty little crater cups,
Very politely too, and
Each with its own little kazoo.
My imagination goes WILD,
And climbs the stars like
Great gorilla dreams.
I investigate crime scenes in Ferryport Landing,
Noting carefully each little clue,
As I interview the planaria on the moon.
They serve tea you know,
In dainty little crater cups,
Very politely too, and
Each with its own little kazoo.
Spectrum Navigation
I’d like to visit Xeroscape
and see the little nnoyings.
Everyone knows to visit Xeroscape
you must be a nnoying.
I’d like to sing a neptune and
learn a universe.We
could hum i dity and
put one in my purse.
Fasten up my asteroid belt and
follow the Milky Way. I
would need a drink by then, ‘cause
I’d been gone all day.
Then on to visit Ceres, there
would be so much to do. Visit
Velo City and Den City,
shop and buy some joules.
I’d visit my Anti Gravity. We’d
share a cup of tay. Anti
Gravity’s tears don’t fall, they
simply float away.
B. Bunny
A lovely bunny, soft and funny
B. Bunny is her name.
Don’t call her a baby, she will get angry,
and you might want to get away.
B is for Bea or Beatrice
or B.B. is ok.
But if you call her baby
You’d better run away!
Her lovely little dress
Is always quite well pressed,
But don’t let this fool you
Because she can school you
If you think she isn’t best.
B. Bunny is her name.
Don’t call her a baby, she will get angry,
and you might want to get away.
B is for Bea or Beatrice
or B.B. is ok.
But if you call her baby
You’d better run away!
Her lovely little dress
Is always quite well pressed,
But don’t let this fool you
Because she can school you
If you think she isn’t best.
Glassbell
Most excellent little nightingale,
little gray bird,
Blessed God, how beautiful you
sing!
Strange and famous bird,
sweet and elegant,
your song is the loveliest of all.
Heavenly little bird,
you have a poet’s heart,
your voice like little glass bells.
One with most beautiful song,
in the forest by the deep blue sea,
you’ve seen tears in the eyes of the emperor!
The Selkie Girl
On the 7th day of the highest tides of Spring
We sang a wordless song.
with a voice like the wind,we slip out of our skins
It is for the land we longed
We sang “ochon o”
On the 7th day of the highest tides of Spring
He stole my song, he stole my skin
He will no longer hear, he will not win!
With tears as I go“Oh please give me back my skin!”
I sing “ochon o”
On the 7th day of the highest tides of Spring
Five children on the land, five in the sea
My skin found by my boy
I sing a wordless song
Of mother’s pain and mother’s joy
I sing "ochon o"
With a voice like the wind
we sing “ochon o”.