Before I Die
I want to travel the world in an aeroplane.
I want to learn Chinese and kiss in the rain.
I want to play guitar and fall in love.
I want to find a bikini that fits like a glove.
I want to ride a bike and drive a car.
I want a career where I can go far.
I want to scream how happy I am out loud.
I want to sing a song in front of a crowd.
I want to explore, sleep under the stars.
I want to stop eating so many chocolate bars.
Get good grades, pay my tuition too.
There are so many things that I want to do.
Swim with the dolphins and learn to ski,
There are so many things that I want to be.
I want to speak my mind, and be confident.
I want to get my own place and pay my own rent.
I want to know what I' m doing from one day to another.
I want to get married some day, and be a mother.
I want to see a psychic, and visit world wonders,
And then write a book without too many blunders.
There's many more things that I want to try.
A long list to do before I die.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Poem # 15 - It Can't Be Forced
It Can't be Forced
Creativity must come from inside,
Even if it's in a place where it's forced to hide.
Whenever it's Forced it comes out wrong.
To help it come naturally listen to a song.
If that doesn't work, well that's too bad.
If you can't produce, don't let it make you sad.
If it doesn't work, try another day.
Go have a life, go outside and play.
The hardest thing is to have a deadline,
Because when you don't feel like writing it should be fine.
Your heart should decide when you do or you don't.
When other things go on you know that you won't.
Of course discipline's part of writing too.
It's pretty hard to do what you know you must do.
So you give yourself certain words per week.
To meet this goal is what you seek.
I intended to write a poem per 24 hours,
Unfortunately that task was beyond my powers.
I wanted these poems the best they could be.
So I missed a day, why don't you sue me?
Creativity must come from inside,
Even if it's in a place where it's forced to hide.
Whenever it's Forced it comes out wrong.
To help it come naturally listen to a song.
If that doesn't work, well that's too bad.
If you can't produce, don't let it make you sad.
If it doesn't work, try another day.
Go have a life, go outside and play.
The hardest thing is to have a deadline,
Because when you don't feel like writing it should be fine.
Your heart should decide when you do or you don't.
When other things go on you know that you won't.
Of course discipline's part of writing too.
It's pretty hard to do what you know you must do.
So you give yourself certain words per week.
To meet this goal is what you seek.
I intended to write a poem per 24 hours,
Unfortunately that task was beyond my powers.
I wanted these poems the best they could be.
So I missed a day, why don't you sue me?
Monday, May 4, 2009
Poem # 14 - Man's Best Friend
Man's Best Friend
Greets you the second you get home,
Follows you wherever you roam.
With a happy bark he wags his tail,
Eating his cookies and leaving a trail.
Lapping up water happily,
Until he goes outside to pee.
Chasing a bumble bee 'round the yard.
Finding a stick and biting it hard.
Chasing a ball as you throw it.
Getting excited and digging a pit.
Wiping your paws as you come in.
Stopping you eating food out of the bin.
Who are you?
You know, don't pretend.
You're my dog.
You're man's best friend.
Greets you the second you get home,
Follows you wherever you roam.
With a happy bark he wags his tail,
Eating his cookies and leaving a trail.
Lapping up water happily,
Until he goes outside to pee.
Chasing a bumble bee 'round the yard.
Finding a stick and biting it hard.
Chasing a ball as you throw it.
Getting excited and digging a pit.
Wiping your paws as you come in.
Stopping you eating food out of the bin.
Who are you?
You know, don't pretend.
You're my dog.
You're man's best friend.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Poem # 13- Calm
Calm
Bright sunny day, or babbling brook.
Curled up reading in my favourite nook.
When things get so hectic that I want to scream,
I pause and think of my favourite dream.
The ideal state that I want to be.
I am calm.
My blood starts to bubble, I cannot sit still.
I start to worry if she won't or she will.
Worries abundant, I'm losing control.
Unnatural stress is taking its toll.
Then I think of my happy place.
I am calm.
Sunshine, puppies, rainbows too.
It's what I think of with nothing to do.
Without occupation, my mind starts to race.
My heart starts to beat at a break neck pace.
Then I remember to breathe and it all goes away.
I am calm.
The familiar room and familiar sounds,
The joy of friends making the rounds,
It doesn't take much for me to chill out.
I get worked up for nothing, over simplest doubt.
My muscles all relax instantaneously.
I am calm.
Finally.
Bright sunny day, or babbling brook.
Curled up reading in my favourite nook.
When things get so hectic that I want to scream,
I pause and think of my favourite dream.
The ideal state that I want to be.
I am calm.
My blood starts to bubble, I cannot sit still.
I start to worry if she won't or she will.
Worries abundant, I'm losing control.
Unnatural stress is taking its toll.
Then I think of my happy place.
I am calm.
Sunshine, puppies, rainbows too.
It's what I think of with nothing to do.
Without occupation, my mind starts to race.
My heart starts to beat at a break neck pace.
Then I remember to breathe and it all goes away.
I am calm.
The familiar room and familiar sounds,
The joy of friends making the rounds,
It doesn't take much for me to chill out.
I get worked up for nothing, over simplest doubt.
My muscles all relax instantaneously.
I am calm.
Finally.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Poem #12 - Attention Span
Attention Span
Nowhere to go, nothing to do,
Hey look, there's a bird that flew!
What was I saying? I kind of forget.
I'll figure it out so please don't you fret.
Something about a date or a time.
Hey isn't it cool when I start to rhyme?
Must get to work, there's things to complete.
Yet as I think I move to no beat.
Can't stay on one single topic for long,
Until I start humming some random song.
The more to do, the less gets done.
Being productive is really no fun.
A whole lot is better then working all night.
How about baseball, or flying a kite?
So many chores they pile to the sky.
Just thinking about them make me want to cry.
Thinking of an idea, then I start to stare.
My mind starts to wander, I don't really care.
Unrelated things through run through my mind
Look at all the cool knicknacks I find,
Cant read a whole book, or watch a whole show.
There's so many more interesting things that I know.
I love pretty colours and shiny things.
Like teddy bears and gold coloured rings.
So many things I do not on the plan.
We all know it's because of my short attention span.
Nowhere to go, nothing to do,
Hey look, there's a bird that flew!
What was I saying? I kind of forget.
I'll figure it out so please don't you fret.
Something about a date or a time.
Hey isn't it cool when I start to rhyme?
Must get to work, there's things to complete.
Yet as I think I move to no beat.
Can't stay on one single topic for long,
Until I start humming some random song.
The more to do, the less gets done.
Being productive is really no fun.
A whole lot is better then working all night.
How about baseball, or flying a kite?
So many chores they pile to the sky.
Just thinking about them make me want to cry.
Thinking of an idea, then I start to stare.
My mind starts to wander, I don't really care.
Unrelated things through run through my mind
Look at all the cool knicknacks I find,
Cant read a whole book, or watch a whole show.
There's so many more interesting things that I know.
I love pretty colours and shiny things.
Like teddy bears and gold coloured rings.
So many things I do not on the plan.
We all know it's because of my short attention span.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Poem #11 - Get Ready to Dance
Get Ready to Dance
The lights pulse blindingly,
The music beats excitingly
The alcohol flows freely,
Get ready to dance.
You feel the beat within you
It's clear what you must do
Let's just skip the food,
You know it's time to dance.
Familiar music fills the dance floor.
You start to move wanting more.
You're getting hyper, now's your chance.
You've been waiting for the dance.
One, two, three, the drinks that you've had
That lovely buzz it makes you glad.
You love the lights, bask in their glare,
Dance like there's nobody there.
You don't get tired, it's too fun.
You won't stop till you're good and done.
You know this song you start to sing,
It's loud, it makes you ears ring.
The night blurs on at an exciting pace.
Each new songs makes your heart race.
You wish you could do this every day,
But tonight is your night out to play.
The lights pulse blindingly,
The music beats excitingly
The alcohol flows freely,
Get ready to dance.
You feel the beat within you
It's clear what you must do
Let's just skip the food,
You know it's time to dance.
Familiar music fills the dance floor.
You start to move wanting more.
You're getting hyper, now's your chance.
You've been waiting for the dance.
One, two, three, the drinks that you've had
That lovely buzz it makes you glad.
You love the lights, bask in their glare,
Dance like there's nobody there.
You don't get tired, it's too fun.
You won't stop till you're good and done.
You know this song you start to sing,
It's loud, it makes you ears ring.
The night blurs on at an exciting pace.
Each new songs makes your heart race.
You wish you could do this every day,
But tonight is your night out to play.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Poem # 10 - My Zaidi
My Zaidi
My Zaidi is a young boy, 39 is what he told me.
Though I think the real age is just seventy.
I always stay with him when to Montreal I go.
He lets me look at all his things except for his porno.
He really likes his IPod with more than 1000 songs so far
Though I’m not really sure if he knows just what they are.
He lived in Poland long ago, he learned Polish first.
He uses it nowadays mostly just to curse.
He’s a very gracious host, caters to me, you know.
Though after every visit, he tells me what I owe.
I help him with his Blackberry and laptop which is fine.
I do it just because he’s nice, and he bought me mine.
I like to braid his arm hair, because he’s really hairy.
When it comes to trimming his eyebrows, though
I think I should be wary.
He takes candy from that special drawer, for a little snack,
Throws me some and calls me his little paskudniak.
Now we’re all here at this really great party.
Though if you ask my Zaidi, he’ll say no one invited me.
He was a really great furrier who started a business too.
Though he also likes to relax at home doing what he wants to do.
When he was a young man, they say he looked like James Dean.
He was the biggest rebel, though he was never mean.
When he was in school, he was hardly ever there.
When he showed up in one class, a teacher said ‘who the hell are you?’
And that is true, I swear.
Though he lives in Montreal, he calls most everyday.
His favourite grandson Checkers loves it when he comes to stay.
He has 6 granddaughters, two dog grandsons, always in his heart.
How he retains his funny nature that is sure an art.
He also love his wife, my bubby, who he calls a babe even now,
He sure looks good for 70, he should tell me how.
Happy birthday Zaidi, you’re not old at all.
Along with health, happiness, and more parties like this,
Here’s my present to you.
Sorry it’s so small.
My Zaidi is a young boy, 39 is what he told me.
Though I think the real age is just seventy.
I always stay with him when to Montreal I go.
He lets me look at all his things except for his porno.
He really likes his IPod with more than 1000 songs so far
Though I’m not really sure if he knows just what they are.
He lived in Poland long ago, he learned Polish first.
He uses it nowadays mostly just to curse.
He’s a very gracious host, caters to me, you know.
Though after every visit, he tells me what I owe.
I help him with his Blackberry and laptop which is fine.
I do it just because he’s nice, and he bought me mine.
I like to braid his arm hair, because he’s really hairy.
When it comes to trimming his eyebrows, though
I think I should be wary.
He takes candy from that special drawer, for a little snack,
Throws me some and calls me his little paskudniak.
Now we’re all here at this really great party.
Though if you ask my Zaidi, he’ll say no one invited me.
He was a really great furrier who started a business too.
Though he also likes to relax at home doing what he wants to do.
When he was a young man, they say he looked like James Dean.
He was the biggest rebel, though he was never mean.
When he was in school, he was hardly ever there.
When he showed up in one class, a teacher said ‘who the hell are you?’
And that is true, I swear.
Though he lives in Montreal, he calls most everyday.
His favourite grandson Checkers loves it when he comes to stay.
He has 6 granddaughters, two dog grandsons, always in his heart.
How he retains his funny nature that is sure an art.
He also love his wife, my bubby, who he calls a babe even now,
He sure looks good for 70, he should tell me how.
Happy birthday Zaidi, you’re not old at all.
Along with health, happiness, and more parties like this,
Here’s my present to you.
Sorry it’s so small.
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