The Visitor
it came today to visit
and moved into the house
it was smaller than an elephant
but larger than a mouse
first it slapped my sister
then it kicked my dad
then it pushed my mother
oh! that really made me mad
Long Distance Ii
Though my mother was already two years dead
Dad kept her slippers warming by the gas,
put hot water bottles her side of the bed
and still went to renew her transport pass.
You couldn't just drop in. You had to phone.
He'd put you off an hour to give him time
to clear away her things and look alone
as though his still raw love were such a crime.
Smart
My dad gave me one dollar bill
'Cause I'm his smartest son,
And I swapped it for two shiny quarters
'Cause two is more than one!
And then I took the quarters
And traded them to Lou
For three dimes- I guess he didn't know
That three is more than two!
Just then, along came old blind Bates
And just 'cause he can't see
Fifteen, Maybe Sixteen Things To Worry About
My pants could maybe fall down when I dive off the diving board.
My nose could maybe keep growing and never quit.
Miss Brearly could ask me to spell words like stomach and special.
(Stumick and speshul?)
I could play tag all day and always be "it."
Jay Spievack, who's fourteen feet tall, could want to fight me.
My mom and my dad--like Ted's--could want a divorce.
Miss Brearly could ask me a question about Afghanistan.
(Who's Afghanistan?)
Somebody maybe could make me ride a horse.
The Last Laugh
'Oh! Jesus Christ! I'm hit,' he said; and died.
Whether he vainly cursed or prayed indeed,
The Bullets chirped-In vain, vain, vain!
Machine-guns chuckled,-Tut-tut! Tut-tut!
And the Big Gun guffawed.
Another sighed,-'O Mother, -Mother, - Dad!'
Then smiled at nothing, childlike, being dead.
And the lofty Shrapnel-cloud
Leisurely gestured,-Fool!
Deep In Love
Why I am so deep in love and called mad?
Why give people chance to call me mad?
Failure in love attempts and feel so sad,
Always get thrashing from kind dad,
It was not complicate but simple love,
Sailing on water like duck and dove,
Getting to know better of her but not to have,
Driving me crazy as she never forgave,
Night-Night (Children)
Night-night moon
Night-night stars
Night-night noisy
trucks and cars.
Night-night sand box
Night-night toys
Night-night other
girls and boys.
Shooting Star...(I Wish)
I WISH I COULD BRING YOU BACK AND PRESS REWIND,
I WISH I COULD HAVE CHANGED GOD'S MIND,
I WISH I COULD TELL YOU HOW MUCH WE NEED YOU,
I WISH EVERY NIGHT IN MY DREAMS I CAN SEE YOU,
I WISH THIS PAIN DIDN'T FEEL SO DEEP,
I WISH U COULD HAVE AWAKEN FROM THAT FOREVER SLEEP,
I WISH THE TEARS COULD STOP AND NOT FALL,
I WISH HEAVEN HAD A NUMBER SO I CAN GIVE YOU A CALL,
I WISH GOD KNEW HE LEFT US SO SAD,
I WISH YOU KNEW YOU WERE THE GREATEST DAD,
Music
Music is what makes you move
Music is what makes you groove
Music can be good or bad depending on how its used
Music can make you choose different clothes to wear
Music can make you change your hair
Music can make you choose new friends
Music can make you want to dance
Music can make you fight
Music can make everything alright
Music can take care of you when your alone
Thank You Dad (Father Father Father Father)
Dad,
A great many thanks for all you have done
Without you my life would not have begun
You have been there when I most needed you
You have helped to guide me my whole life through
We have shared both the good times and the bad
But most of all, thank you for being my dad
I love you
Turns
I thought it made me look more 'working class'
(as if a bit of chequered cloth could bridge that gap!)
I did a turn in it before the glass.
My mother said: It suits you, your dad's cap.
(She preferred me to wear suits and part my hair:
You're every bit as good as that lot are!)
All the pension queue came out to stare.
Dad was sprawled beside the postbox (still VR) ,
his cap turned inside up beside his head,
A Prayer For Dad (Memorial Day Memorial Day Memorial Day)
Lord, Shepherd my dad today
In green pastures let him lay
To still waters guide his way
Restoreth his soul, I pray
Lead him in the paths of right
Through the valley give him light
When he's afraid ease his fright
With Thy rod and staff lend might
Dreadful
Someone ate the baby.
It's rather sad to say.
Someone ate the baby
So she won't be out to play.
We'll never hear her whiney cry
Or have to feel if she is dry.
We'll never hear her asking 'Why?'
Someone ate the baby.
Someone ate the baby.
Perfect Is The Day
Perfect is the day,
When the sun, with golden ray,
Lifts your soul, for just a while,
Causing you to raise a smile.
Perfect is the day,
When you feel things go your way,
And whatever you attempt to do,
Seems to work out, fine for you.
Someone Ate The Baby
Someone ate the baby it's rather sad to say
Someone ate the baby so she won't be out to play
We'll never hear her whiney cry or have to feel if she is dry
We'll never hear her asking why why why someone ate the baby
Someone ate the baby it's absolutely clear
Someone ate the baby cause the baby isn't here
We'll give away her toys and clothes we'll never have to wipe her nose
Dad says that's the way it goes someone ate the baby
Someone ate the baby what a frightful thing to eat
Someone ate the baby though she wasn't very sweet
Anteater
'A genuine anteater,'
The pet man told my dad.
Turned out, it was an aunt eater,
And now my uncle's mad!
Young Fellow My Lad
"Where are you going, Young Fellow My Lad,
On this glittering morn of May?"
"I'm going to join the Colours, Dad;
They're looking for men, they say."
"But you're only a boy, Young Fellow My Lad;
You aren't obliged to go."
"I'm seventeen and a quarter, Dad,
And ever so strong, you know."
* * * *
' ' ' ' Daddy(For My Dad)
Always
your love
everywhere
around me
tangible & intangible
as when
sound
Will You Marry Me?
Will you marry me?
“Will you marry me? ” Echoed a voice,
“: I must think” as I had no choice,
Rain was lasing outside,
Whole scene just moved as slide,
It is beautiful scene as rain drops,
New lease of life for plants and crops,
Heavy respite from scorching heat,
Joy all over and nothing to beat,
Your Dad Did What?
Where they have been, if they have been away,
or what they've done at home, if they have not -
you make them write about the holiday.
One writes My Dad did. What? Your Dad did what?
That's not a sentence. Never mind the bell.
We stay behind until the work is done.
You count their words (you who can count and spell);
all the assignments are complete bar one