I was feeling particularly playful in my poetry when I wrote this several years ago.
Dolphins at Play:
Dolphins play in the wide open sea,
Splish splash—there they go,
Joy at playing together shows in their beautiful black eyes,
They leap in the air—land with a splish splash in the clear blue water,
Leap, leap, leap,
Dive, dive, dive,
Ha ha! Ho ho!
This is what me and my fellows do in the sunny day!
Splish and splash—dolphins we are—splish and splash,
We are dolphins at play!
Hay hay!
From several years ago, before I took care of Buddy or Birdie. (For the story on them, look in my photos and you’ll find their stories). I do wish I could get a pet bird someday….though not one of those singing birds. Something similar to a sparrow or a grackal.
Birds of Song:
Sky, clear and blue,
Mountains, fierce and proud—covered with snow,
Birds of song, sing, sing along!
Fly, fly away—to your home in the mountains—fierce and proud.
Yet again, from several years ago. At the time this was written, I think I was reading one of my many fantasy books, and I think I got the inspiration for this poem from that fantasy book. Unfortunately I don’t remember what the book was called.
Gold Star Shard:
Star,
Shard,
Star shard,
Gold star shard,
Sword flashes in light with gold star shard.
Another poem from several years ago when my creativity in poetry was very evident.
Gotta:
Gotta go,
Gotta jet,
Gotta blaze,
Gotta run,
Gotta blaze the fire,
Gotta make me see,
Gotta set me free to be me!
Another poem from when I had my “creativity juices” flowing.
Glow and Show:
Glowing amber,
Glowing gold,
Shine soft light that you are,
Light the world with your radiance, your hope your beauty,
Show your light,
Show your truth,
Show your beauty,
Show the truth—and light the world with it.
This is another poem that was written about 15 years ago. At that time, my creativity–when it came to poetry–was bountiful.
Show Me:
Show me the way,
Show me the path,
Show me the heart,
Show me that you are true,
Show me the shining light that I know you are,
Show me the hope that I know you have.
I wrote this poem back when I was in high school at about 15 years old–so around 15 years ago now. I was a loner in high school, though I did have friends. I just hated following the crowds. As my parents say, “I walk to the beat of my own drum”. It is so very true. And I always will. I celebrate not following the crowds–not being one of the popular kids. Usually you have to live up to everyone’s expectations of being perfect if you’re a popular kid. I had my own expectations, and they were high, but they were aimed in a different direction. They were aimed at being the best that I could be.
The Different Ones:
Castaway on the lonely islands,
Rogue to all the regular people of the land,
Layabout—doing nothing,
Lonewolf off on my own,
Loner not following any way but my own,
We are the outcasts,
Outcast to everyone but our own kind.
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