I wrote four poems the other day. I thought I’d share them all at once since none of them are special or anything. I mean, if I posted them all separately, I’d feel a bit silly since their simplicity doesn’t exactly merit individual attention. I’m not going to explain any styles since a member suggested that they be figured out by the reader. Then again, they are so simple that there isn’t a need to explain them anyway. If anyone feels up to the challenge of the last poem here, be my guest, heh heh.
Diversity of The Land Before Time
When comes the time for longnecks to dine,
They are always in for a wonderful treat.
They reach way up high, nearly touching the sky,
And it’s a tradition that just can’t be beat.
The only downside is having to stand,
So they just can’t recline as they eat.
If there is a kind who gets angry,
It’s definitely the stubborn threehorn.
Even when being shown kindness,
They so often respond with much scorn.
I bet when comes time for new eggs,
Folks moan, “Great, even more will be born?”
There is a small race that does have,
A limit to travel as big as the sky.
Their freedom is as good as it gets,
Causing jealousy and many a sigh.
Flyers look from above down below,
And gleefully call to their friends, “Hi!”
Here is a type that stays short.
Their bodies in contrast are slimmer.
They are aquatic masters of escape,
Whether it’s bright or things have grown dimmer.
In case you wonder about this origin,
Who else could it be but a swimmer?
The true lover of food is quite clear.
They like nothing more than to munch.
No matter where the bright circle is,
To them, it’s always time for lunch.
So when things are scarce in the Great Valley,
Mr. Threehorn doesn’t like spiketails a bunch.
The fastrunner wasn’t shown a whole lot.
Still, they really seem to be quite clever.
When a child wondered about a lost tooth,
One really knew all about the endeavor.
And what makes them really good friends,
Is that the bonds they make just don’t sever.
We all know of the carnivorous sharpteeth.
Each one is a dangerous fellow.
Folks truly have fear strike their heart,
When one opens his mouth to bellow.
Fortunately, there is a strong hope,
As one has already grown to be mellow.
Longneck, threehorn, flyer, swimmer,
Spiketail, fastrunner, and the meat-eating kind-
The diversity is found all around,
And beyond that, they all have a unique mind.
Yet there is one thing that does not differ:
Every species will make ties that bind.
Aspects of Life
Longnecks, threehorns, swimmers,
Domeheads, and flyers too.
They all depend on eating plants,
And adults dine all day through.
Tree stars, flowers, berries,
Grass, and tree sweets too.
They just taste so delicious;
Nearly all agree it’s true.
Earthshakes, sharpteeth, sky fire,
Bad luck, and buzzers too.
Life can be quite dangerous.
What is a child to do?
Many games, stories, journeys,
Dreams, and make believe too.
There are just so many forms of fun,
Even playing in bubbly goo.
Comforting, singing, advising,
Being there, and encouraging too.
Ways to help a friend are common;
Caring for others is nothing new.
Death, sickness, getting hurt,
Mean words, and stealing too.
Everywhere, things make folks sad.
Tragedy will even come to you.
There are many aspects of having life.
Some are good, while some are hated.
But living is a grand adventure,
So you’ll always end up sated.
Living for the Moment
My father can be such a pain.
He always makes me very mad.
All my complaints are said in vain.
Life with my father can be so sad.
When I fell and hurt my knee,
His attitude got really rough.
He didn’t even want to see,
Just said I need to be more tough.
He doesn’t like my choice of friends.
He criticizes my every action.
His string of rudeness never ends,
Yet he wonders about my gruff reaction.
He never avoids an argument;
He always has something to say.
Dad deserves all the rude sentiment.
I’d take Littlefoot’s grandpa any day.
I just want to scream and cry,
And I bet he wouldn’t really care.
I doubt he’d even ask me why.
He’d just grow silent and stare.
He worries much, but that doesn’t prove,
That he is a suitable father.
When I grow up, I’ll surely move,
As I bet I’m just a bother.
Uh oh, here he comes now.
Huh? You got tree stars for me?
These sure taste good, wow.
My love for you will always be!
Who am I?
I have a role model,
That has influenced me.
I work hard to hide,
The softer side of me.
Who am I?
I want my independence,
Yet enjoy being a child.
When trying to help out,
My ideas can get wild.
Who am I?
I try to do as I am told,
Even with pointless arguing around.
Taste isn’t all that makes food so good;
Tree stars make the nicest sound.
Who am I?
My jumping skills are really good,
And I’m also proud of my great size.
Yet sadly I had a horrendous day,
As a threehorn’s shove led to my demise.
Who am I?
My name was only mentioned once.
I put a little one in slight danger.
My scene was very short but cruel,
And sadly, to many, I’m just a stranger.
Who am I?
A long, lost relation is what I am.
My heart is good but my actions bad.
My life is full of much regret,
And I’ve gone and made old threehorn mad.
Who am I?
At times I fear heights,
And sometimes I don’t.
If you think I’ll get angry again…
I tell you, I won’t!
Who am I?
I am usually quite fearful,
But act tough when bullies abound.
And I have a knack for irking Cera;
With me, her anger is always found.
Who am I?
I saved some kids from a bloody death.
And the fight was really scary.
I admit that I too wanted a snack,
But the smell made me quite wary.
Who am I?
Some kid approached me, speaking weird,
And the nerve- he threw a rock!
I got so mad, I called my parents,
And as he ran along, I’d mock.
Who am I?
My life is very restricted.
I have no say in what I eat.
If I take just a little bite,
My face would just get beat.
Who am I?
I am extremely intelligent.
Yet my experience is not my own.
One time I was greatly humiliated,
And went off to be alone.
Who am I?
I can really worry some folks,
With some of my comments and diet.
It can be hard being someone like me.
It’s true! You just have to try it!
Who am I?
I love to help, but it makes HER mad.
She is always arguing with me.
I just want her to see the bright side,
Of delivering food from a tree.
Who am I?
I am serious in danger,
But mostly playful and fun.
If you need a good friend-
Pick me! I’m a great one.
Who am I?
If I went and touched you,
I bet that it would tickle.
Sadly, I’m no great speaker-
My thoughts just tend to trickle.
Who am I?
My choice of food is anything!
Talk about being free.
If you ever have a question,
You really ought to try me.
Who am I?
I don’t stay anywhere very long.
I travel both far and near.
I often fall prey to deception,
As my trust is far from mere.
Who am I?
I am frequently spoken to harshly.
Yet I always respond as polite.
Saving Mr. Threehorn from fire,
Was truly a heartwarming sight.
Who am I?
I am small but I eat a lot,
And I really adore Spike.
I wish he’d come away with me.
Yes, that I’d really like.
Who am I?
I am loving but can be strict.
I have yet to act all rude.
When it comes to my kid eating,
I insist he not play with his food.
Who am I?
Some of these are quite easy,
But others will make you think.
Just try and understand the clues,
And avoid a big headache. /Wink
