Verse
by: Rebekah
A compilation of several writings from my juvenile past.
Vision
One bright sunny day on a warm summer's morn,
An angel pricked his finger on a sharp-pointed thorn.
And as it bled its bright crimson brew,
The thorn and its flower turned dark blue.
As the wound poured out a river of red
The angel collapsed as one would on a bed.
As the angel layed there and bled,
It soon was an isle in an ocean of red.
Never again was the angel to be seen,
Except in nightmares that take o'er sweet dreams.
Idle
Oh what a bore to sit all the day!
Just sit there and stare, letting time waste away.
Why do you just sit there? Is it a lovely view?
Get up and exercise! It's much better for you.
Get up and move! Perhaps even dance.
It's not all that hard, just give it a chance.
Come out and play a game of Red Rover.
I'm sure that you'll like it before it is over.
One Morning's Muse
Underneath the mountains, and over the hills,
A man makes his living by paying his bills.
Down the street and up the corner
Lives who all call the "Merry Street Mourner".
The Resistor
There once was a man
Who worked for a clan
To steal what he could
For a house made of wood
He worked very hard
For giant lumps of lard
And sell them to be re-used
The money was not refused
He soon saved his money
Enough to buy laundry
A business he began
The head of it he ran
He told the clan "I quit!"
And before they threw a fit
He ran off without a sound
'Til "Larry's Laundry" was found
Butterfly Dreams
I wish I were a butterfly
So I could flutter in the sky
I could do so many things
If only had I a pair of wings
I'd fly out and smell the flowers
I'd be about for hours and hours!
I'd help the flowers to polenate
I'd sit on their petals - wouldn't that be great?
Oh what a life so full of ease
I'd fly everyday, I'd live on the breeze
I'd dream about it everyday
As all my worries float away
Now my mother's calling me
Back to humble reality
But soon return I will today
So I may continue to dream away
Friends
Friends
What are they?
You know, those people you spend all that time with.
Time you could be doing something meaningful.
Instead, you choose to spend it with those beings people call "friends".
Those.
Where do you get them at?
What, friends?
Oh, some just kinda come along.
Others, you what they call 'befriend' by talking to them, spending time and such things with them, and that somehow makes you their friend, and vise versa.
Oh.
Are you my friend?
Yes.
Or so that's what they tell me, anyways.
And i just go along with what they tell me.
And believe it for myself.
Me too,
friend.
The Swing
When I swing
I feel I can fly
Reach and touch the sky.
And without really trying
Gravity I'm defying.
When I swing
As I go higher and higher
I try to touch the ball of fire.
Just as I think I might fly off the seat
The swing brings me back along with the beat.
When I swing
The Wish
Now I lay me down to sleep
I can't quite make it, so I count sheep.
As I drift toward dream land,
I spot a towering rock-and-roll band.
And as I hunger for some fish
A genie appears to grant me one wish.
I close my eyes, and I shut them tight
And then I wish with all my might
That one wish I wish tonight.
Then to the genie, colored white
"I wish to have," I tell the genie,
"Some precious jewels that are not teeny,
'And a house of grand design,
'Make it, genie, all to be mine!"
He must have been surprised, because
His expression astonished was
Then he looked, and said to me,
"If you had wished differently,
'I would have given you wishes three.
'But since you made such a selfish wish
'All you get is this little fish."
In a flash, he disappeared
And all that was left was a pair of shears.
As I stand alone and confused
Seems that someone lit a fuse,
For all of a sudden, I'm in the air!
Then in a moment, I awake
To the rumble of an earthquake.
I start to ponder: "Was it a dream?
'I'll think it over some ice cream."
Then I open the freezer door-
Was that fish there before?
