The Poem Post

This week I decided to share with you some more original poetry! These are the poems that I read/my fellow company member performed last week at our “Nerve to Begin” Cabaret.

The Good Pen

A girl on the train

Dropped her pen

I saw it was nice, 

Thought to tell her and then

She was off the train

Do I call out?

It’s a very nice pen-

I could use it no doubt

So I pick the pen

Up off the ground

A pilot fineliner

It will write poems abound

I shift my eyes 

From left to right

Did my little theft

Catch anyone’s sight?

Am I a thief?

It was just a pen

But was it the girls’

Way of becoming zen?

Did she write poems too?

Was this her poem pen?

With which she wrote

Poems again and again?

At least now the pen

Is still put to good use

Maybe this pen will

Help me be dr. Seuss

Did Dr. Seuss steal things

That were left behind?

What would he think?

Did I commit a crime?

As far as crimes go

This pen one’s not bad

Everything’s fine!

I shouldn’t feel sad?

Or should I post pictures

At one thirty seven?

Missing pen found

Come claim your heaven

Or maybe this pen

Belonged to a girl

Who used It for evil

Around the world 

Maybe she wrote

Hurtful things down

Then delivered these things

All around. 

Handing out insults 

To all her co-workers

Accusing them all

Of being lurkers

Telling her friends

They are less than upright

That their hair is frizzy 

And their butts are not tight

Maybe she eve

Insults her mom.

And she’s mean to her boyfriend 

Like a bad romcom

I think I should keep

This pen alright

I’ll try not to drop it,

I’ll hold it tight

And with this pen

I promise to do good

Writing hopeful things

Like a good pen should. 

Ribbons in My Book 

Fraying Ribbons in my book

They mark my page for me to look

At all the things I wrote before

About my tears my hopes, my snores

I don’t often wright about dreams though

I wake up and I watch them go

They float away into the sky

I won’t remember them I do’t know why

Except for the most disturbing dreams

They always hang around it seems

They seep into my reality

They dampen my vitality

Is this who I am? I wonder inside,

This disturbing dream that I ought to hide

Am I a monster with terrible thoughts 

Or just a human with a stomach in knots. 

It came into my memory 

It didn’t float away so I did see

The truth of what is being worked out.

That’s what these dreams are without a doubt

But that is why I never look

At the pages marked by ribbons in my book.

Bed Bugs

A man on the train announced to all

I have bed bugs and I’ve had a bad fall. 

Can someone please help me, I’m down on my luck

Can anyone spare a smile or a buck

But bed bugs are jumpy, I think in my mind

They can jump from this guy and bite my behind

These bed bugs they crawl all over your room

They move through the floor, for sure you are doomed

They crawl to your bed and into your head

And soon to your brain they make you brain dead.

And then you are forced to the streets to sleep

Where you weep and you sleep and you sleep and you weep

Because you cannot live in your house on your own

You are brain dead. You don’t get a home

And then you are lead to the underground grains 

Where you try to explain: you are not to blame

But everyone looks away instead. 

They ignore you- ‘cus you are braindead.

The you realize this started right here. 

When a bug jumped to you from a guy that was near

A man who was desperate for somebody’s help

Instead you look down ignoring his yelp

Hoping his bed bugs would pass you by

And yet now you realize- you are that guy.