Poetry

“Someone’s Wishes” Poetry Prompt – 28/8/17

First day on the job,
Walking into the wish factory,
Caught my dream job,
Working on the purple planet,
Into the factory floor full with violets
and puffed clouds from the ventilation.
I’ve never made a wish come true,
Been on the collection team a times or two,
Scooping out the wishes from the atmosphere,
Microphones tuned to catch the words, ‘I wish’,
Endless flying, a little tiring after a time,
Especially on foggy days.
My resume was filled with sky racing and
Apple seeding.
How could I have got this job?
Ma said I’d never been made to corral the desks and papers,
But I hankered after the smooth and sweet
While fixing my engines and chopping the sky.
So today when I wander in
It’s with starry eyes.
Joe claps me on the shoulder,
Joe’s my new boss.
Says he’s got a desk just for me,
And walks me through the rounded floor to a corner,
Makes me sit.
Very simple,
Take the paper,
Read it,
And make a wish come true.
He claps me again and strides out.
Well. I grin. Looks like I’m a desk sitter after all!
First paper,
Surprised I glance again,
Looks like it’s from the boss’s son,
Joe’s kid.
He’s written from a smaller planet to the left,
I think it’s orange,
And quite small.
Written in a scribble, the boys were in a hurry that day,
Says, wish I were a wish collector.

 

-zu

Written from a prompt by Teresa Creations Blog.

Previous poems, “Radiant Sunrise” two word prompt – 24/8/17

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Poetry

Remember That – 12/4/17

I’ve been thinking about the idea of not growing up. Not Peter Pan style, but on the inside, and not being embarrassed about being happy, especially in public. I think we can miss out on a lot that way, and end up not being ourselves a lot of the time. This is a poem about that. 

 

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Remember promising that
Never
Never ever
Not under any circumstances
Never in a million years
Just catch us
We’ll never
Just never
Will we ever grow up?

 

We used to
Laugh
At the solemn faces
The grown up races
The rat race
The no fun
Can’t do that
Don’t be silly
Stop.
Remember that?

 

We’ll never be like that we said
I promise we said

 

Remember one day learning that you have to break that promise?

 

When the world in all its glory
Forces schooling
Tests exams and failing
As and Bs and Cs
Like that deadline looming will determine
Everything

 

We learn that isn’t true
But then most of what we learn in high school
Isn’t true

 

When we’re taught that
Algerbra will be useful
I think it’s just because
That’s what the teachers what to believe
They’re stuck in school eternally, so
They rock in corners after class
Whispering
Algerbra is useful 
Over and over and over again.
And we?
We just leave them there.

 

When we venture out or are we pushed out
Jobs and money
Taxes
I haven’t done my tax for two years and to be honest I’m not sure where to start 

 

Remember when you were given money for the first time?
Like a precious assignment
This money in exchange for milk
Make sure you get full cream
Says mum
And did you?
Probably. You did well. You were successful.
You made the deal.
You completed the assignment.
You learnt another adult skill.
You walked a little taller on the way home,
And didn’t stop to pat the dog.
You learnt how to iron and wash up
Then how to brush your teeth every night
Because dentist bills are so expensive you do it voluntarily.

 

Now you are grown up
Capable and an adult
You have a job
You earn money
You have a car and you can drive it anywhere you want
You drive it to get milk.
You know the right degree of warmth to put into your smile for the cash register girl so you are friendly but not weird
Never look her in the eyes and she will do the same for you.
You don’t look at people in the elevator,
Or in the isles, or next to the fridge
(You get low fat milk)
You don’t even fog up the fridge window with your breath to draw faces
You hold the milk by the handle
Then carry it in a plastic bag
While walking down the footpath
And your walk is confident and straight ahead
Even if you’re accidentally stepping on all the cracks.

 

Grown ups
Do not laugh
At silly things
Like water splashing on our toes
And, oh look at that butterfly, 
And come play on the swings 
Dancing in the supermarket
Grandma gives you silver coins
And you spend every last cent
On something to make you happy.

 

Aren’t you glad to be a grownup?
Aren’t you glad you know these things?
When did adult get to be a good thing?
You’re becoming a mature adult they say
And I’m all for maturity
Which means knowing how to comfort someone who is crying
Or how to solve a crisis
Or make good decisions about not jumping off bridges
And being able to make tea even when the power’s off
But adult? Adult goes beyond maturity in unspoken slang
Adult?
Adult?
You mean
No fun
Tax paying 
Money making 
Solemn faces 
Rat races 
Umbrella when it rains 
Indicating to change lanes
I’m going to be late 
Line up and wait
Don’t be silly 
That’s too frilly
Proper and uncharming 
Frivolity disarming 
Promise I won’t be one
Look what we’ve become 
Boring
Boring 
Boring 
GROWNUP! 

 

AND GUESS WHAT!?
YOU DON’T HAVE TO!!!!!!!!!!
Yes that’s right!
Selling here cheap;
A one way ticket to being 20 years old or older, no matter how old, and still being able to have FUN!

 

TOTAL COST? A FEW STRANGE LOOKS!
TOTAL BENEFITS? Having so much fun.

 

And that’s the secret
The one that’s never taught in school
All this stuff you learn how to do,
Just to survive?
None of it matters.
The important stuff,
The really important stuff?
That’s all the things everyone is too grownup for,
Doesn’t have enough time for,
Or are too old for.

 

For example:

 

A LIST OF A FEW IMPORTANT THINGS. 
Making daisy chains and wearing them all day
And dancing when your favourite song is on in the store
Laughing with your friends
And loving people so much that it hurts
Standing out in rainstorms
Taking deep breathes of your favourite scented air
And standing up for what is right
And never being embarrassed to stare
At all the beautiful things in sight.

 

And yes I know it’s bad out there
We’re waiting for the promises to come
We get tired, fed up, and irritable. Which is ok.
But the rest of the time
The rest of the time,
We see everything through the laughter that bubbles out of us
When the happiness inside of us,
Is more than we can physically contain
So I promise
I promise I will laugh
I promise I will never grow up
I promise to remember how to be happy.

 

Also,
For all the quiet smile moments
The cannot contain the laughter moments
The silent shaking laughter moments
The chuckles of remembering those moments
And the take my breath way with beauty moments
Or the listening moments,
When being solemn is ok.
Thank you.

 

-zu

 

Oh, and don’t forget to play on every playground you see.
Thanks if you read to the end of this rather long poem! What are some things that you like doing, even if they are generally seen as childish? (eg. Playing on swings, skipping the cracks on a footpath, playing with your food, singing in public) 😊
One Poem Every Day, Poetry

No. 192 “Goodbye Jack” (trip to Mars; a narrative poem) -26/6/16

Excuse me? Yes hello. One ticket to Mars please?
Where the air is black and the clouds do not tease,
Beckoning lightening into the trees.

First or second class? Well I’ll take The Shooting Star,
And, first class, why not? I’ve never travelled this far,
Beyond the black purple planet, oh how bizarre!

Yes I know sir, that people do this every day,
But they’re not me, I’ve never been, so how can you say,
That is is an everyday experience, pray?

Of course I’ve been around the moon, but could it be the same?
As different as white and red! Uhhuh, I see, just a different name.
Well I must say, that’s a shame.

Still, I have to tell you, I’m dizzy as a kid with new space-boots,
I shan’t repress a squeal as The Star takes off and toots!
What? No toots? Well then, as off it shoots!

Glinting gold and being swallowed in the flat black screen of sky,
Into a dark future where it feels like a star could never die,
And I don’t care what you say! I will look out the window and sigh.

I’m off to the skies, goodbye! What? Oh yes sir, I’m sure I will,
You too! Oh, you won’t? You’ll always be here still?
But do you never want to star trek? Do you never yearn for a thrill?

You mean to say you’ve never flown?! Not even around the sun?
I mean to say, well really. Are you sure you don’t want to come?
You could take the short trip, a quick and easy run.

You would have your breath snatched by the sights,
You be dizzy and long for more flights,
You’d tumble and crumble and soar to the hights!

Are you sure? You really don’t want to? I guess I’ll see you when I get back.
Second door to the right? And yes, I’ve got my pack.
Nice to meet you, what’s your name? Well, goodbye Jack.

-zu

Over the last few days I’ve been having fun with narrative poems, they are fast paced and fun, but I do find them a bit exhausting. However they are fulfilling as well in a strange way! 😊 (Also, the date today has a lot of sixes in it which is pretty cool! 😄)