Rubber Ducky Poetry Hour

[PoeticWitch]

A part of me
My better half
Making me complete
Holding me together
Tearing me apart
My soulmate
My sparring partner
As a singer once sang
Like looking in a mirror
There is no one other than you
You fill my heart
You fill my soul
As you wrap your arms around me
Cradling me against you
Trying to fall back into you
To become one

[mythy]

I'm really very lucky
the blind man said to me
my hearing is superb
although I cannot see

I'm really very fortunate
the deaf man said to me
although my world is silent
my eyes do wonders see

I could not ask the third man
he could not speak to me
he just pointed to his eyes and ears
so I'd understand you see

[PoeticWitch]

The day is filled with sunshine
The night is filled with starshine
The day is warm
With the suns rays beating down on us
The night is chilly
As the darkness is thick over us
During the day many feel safe
Thinking the monsters are hiding from the sun
When night descends
Many fear the monsters in the shadows
This is all an illusion
The sun mask the monsters
So they seem ordinary and friendly
While night shows them for who they truly are
But if you open your eyes and look into the night
You will see that the boogieman
Is there to protect you
And those ominous hands under the bed
There to keep the seemingly nice monsters
The one the sun hides
The human monsters that walk among you
Far far away from you.
So give thanks to the night
And fear the light of day.

[PoeticWitch]

Mortality pops up
In the worst places
Reminding us that the young
Are vulnerable
Just as much as the old
But when are we officially old?
Is their a certain age?
Or maybe it is when we realize
That our mortal life
Is fleeting
Even on the best of days
Sitting on the bus
Holding hands with Death
Totally unaware of what is coming
Or maybe 50 or 60 years later
Old and grey
So many regrets
Deaths boney hand
Closing your eyes forever
Why are you waiting
To start living life
You might never have the money
Or the time
To go on that blue oceaned vacation
So stop waiting
Start living
Because Death comes for us all
One day

[PoeticWitch]

Random thought at 5am
How would those chocolate covered pretzels taste right now?
While trying to go back to sleep

Random thought at 12pm
When can I get a nap?
As I work the day away

Random thought at 4pm
Why is that guy picking his nose?
While driving home from work

Random thought at 9pm
What new and dumber shows are they coming up with next?
While camped out on the couch

Random thought at midnight
Did I file that report before I left the office?
As I lay down to sleep

[PoeticWitch]

As a woman
There are many things
That we go through
That men do not
And no matter how hard they try
They will never truly understand
As a girl child
At a certain age
We are told we must cover our chests
Though little boys run around without their shirts
We are told we are different
When our puberty starts
We get bumps on our chest
Now we understand why we have to hide them
As all parents tell their little girls
Then the dreaded period
Some little girls aren't warned
Of this impending impostion
So we bleed and think we are dying
Taught not to discuss it
Specially with a male
Like it is something to be ashamed of
And we continue to grow
Bigger breasts
Curves happening all ove
rMales pay more attention then they did before
Males treat us like objects
Calling out disparaging remarks
When you deny them
Are you an angel
Or a devil
Doesn't matter
As a woman you are screwed in so many ways
Young and beautiful
You turn every mans head
It feeds a fragile ego
Based off of others opinion
As you get older
You might have children
You might not
You might see some extra weight
Maybe this shatters your own self image
Then the gym
Diet after diet
Practically killing yourself
To fit their image
Your kids are grown
You see wrinkles around your eyes and mouth
Maybe your man doesn't look at you like he did way back when
That fragile ego is crushed
Somewhere in all this mess
Menopause sets in
Hot cold hot cold
Happy then crying for 5 minutes over cat puke
Then maybe we become that cranky old lady
With a gazillion cats
For some reason this is acceptable
But if you are a hot granny
An active granny that likes to flirt
You are a cougar
The Maiden
The Mother
The Crone
We are all of them
In one lifetime
Cherish yourself
As they cherish you

[mythy]

A poem in stages 1st stage

Come an' listen to me
and I'll tell you a tale
that you might or might not believe
of a weird and wonderful occurence
what some folks find hard to perceive

Now I know the majority of folks round these parts
can manage from cradle to grave
and have nowt to do wi' a jackal as such but this tales about one..called Dave

anyhow for them as dont knows, jackals I suppose
are wild dogs wi' right sticky up ears
they live where its hot, deserts and whatnot
so you'll not see that many round here

part 2 soon