I Dreamed that I Was Sound Asleep
I dreamed that I was sound asleep and lying in my bed, and in my dream another dream was drifting through my head. And in that dream I had a dream and in it I was dreaming a dream about a dream until I woke up nearly screaming. It seems to dream you're dreaming is a terrible mistake. I can't tell which dream ended and I'm not sure I'm awake. --Kenn Nesbitt This poem appears in the book: My Hippo Has the Hiccups Another Poem by Ken NesbittA Rock Makes an Excellent Puppy
A rock makes an excellent puppy. They're practically almost the same. Except that a puppy's rambunctious; a rock is a little more tame. It's true that a rock's not as hyper. It may not chase after a ball. And, often as not, when you call it, it won't even hear you at all. And maybe it doesn't roll over, and isn't excited to play, but rocks always sit when you tell them, and rocks really know how to stay. It may sleep a little bit longer. It probably eats a bit less. But rocks never pee on the carpet. You won't have to pick up their mess. So go ask your folks for a puppy, and possibly that's what you'll get. But, still, if you can't have a puppy, a rock is a pretty good pet. It doesn't annoy you with barking; it quietly sits on a shelf. A rock makes an excellent puppy. That's what I keep telling myself. Are you a bit of a poet?
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Life is like a Rain Drop
by Queen Ross Life is like a raindrop. That hits the ground and turns into a puddle. The puddle spreads then evaporates to start it's cycle over. Reincarnation. Life. Love. Happiness. These will come again forever. Like a wheel on the train. It will go round and round until GOD says for it to stop. Round and Round. Again and Again. Life is like a raindrop. And it's puddle will spread over. And it’s cycle will start again. Happiness and love will indeed come. And we will all smile when we reach our Family is once again reunited in Heaven. Life is like a raindrop. Who's puddle will spread and it's cycle will come again. It's Finally Fridayby Paul Orshoski
It’s finally Friday—I’m so glad. It’s been a crazy week. I got chewed out on Monday, and since then it’s all been bleak. I lost my lunch on Tuesday, and a parent went insane, which shocked me so completely that I almost popped a vein. I poked my eye on Wednesday, and the nurse gave me a shot. She sent me to the doctor when I fainted on the spot. On Thursday I was tardy ’cause I kinda overslept. And... (Read the rest of this poem here) Text © Paul Orshoski, reprinted from My Teacher's in Detention forthcoming from Meadowbrook Press. Illustration © Stephen Carpenter. Any copying or use of this poem or illustration without consent is unlawful. |
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