I keep trying to post my poem, but it says I can't post more than 4096 characters. Word says it has 4057 including blanks. So I guess what I will do is post it in 2 parts as comments. It is an old poem and I am not ashamed of myself for doing that!! It's one of the best poems I've ever written. If was for a Dr. Seuss contest on fanstory many years ago and I won!!
Way far away in a land you don't know, a land we'll call Allwerk, not so long ago, everyone busied themselves all day long hurried and scurried and moved things along.
Everyone had their own bee-busy work; Building the buildings and clocking the clerks, banking the banks and rebooking the books. they didn’t like shirkers, or slackers or crooks.
They didn't waste anything, nothing at all. Their gardens grew vegetables, healthy and tall. They never grew flowers near churches or schools. They said "Flowers are flounceish and planted by fools!"
But in a small house on the mainly main road, the one near the ditch of Skinbumpish the toad, lived a girl named Karina alone in one room, but her yard was like crayons of color in bloom.
Karina loved flowers, to plant and to grow: loved tiny tuned bluebells that hang very low, loved flop-toppy daffodils, yellow and white, loved silk-slinky roses in colors so bright!
The townspeople tsk'ed and they shushed and rushed by wouldn't talk to Karina except to ask, "Why are you wasting your time like that, Weren’t you in school to learn flowers are flounceish and planted by fools!"
A messenger dressed all in red rode to town To tell them King Zingly Zartuffle McFrown was coming to Allwerk the very next day, to see bee-busy work in this land far away.
They panicked, went manic! "Karina must go! We can’t show him her flouncing! The King must not know she wastes all her time – seconds, minutes and hours and water and soil on her flounce foolish flowers
"We can build a big wall, very tall, all around this paltry, small house with its flounce! We'll surround the whole place so King Zingly won't see. Get your tools! Flowers are flounceish and planted by fools!"
They built the wall quickly with brick after brick, and stone and old bones, a big branch, a small stick. They didn't waste anything building the wall, They built all around and they built it up tall.
That wall was so tall it hid flowers and toad. The townspeople sighed and watched far down the road, but King Zingly surprised them and flew into town in a carriage with wings, he arrived in his crown.
On the mainly main road, his horse landed right there by the wall that they'd built. He could see from the air, the things that they'd hidden and built with their tools because flowers are flounceish and planted by fools.
King Zingly shook hands with the mayor, Lord Zanz, then walked down the road shaking everyone’s hands. "I heard of your work, how bee-busy you stay, but things seem rather gray on this glorious day.”
He turned, looked around, eyed the wall with a stare, "So, where are the flowers I saw from the air?" The townspeople gasped, and feared for their fate, Karina had heard and she opened the gate.
"Oh no!" said Lord Zanz, "Do not look! Don’t endure poor, witless Karina who just won’t mature! She only plants flowers, won't follow the rules and flowers are flounceish and planted by fools.”
King Zingly stood silent a moment or two, then said to Lord Zanz, “That is truly not true. He said, "Flowers are medicines, flowers have beauty. Growing bright flowers is such a great duty!
Your bee-busy work is no more and no less than the growing of tiny tuned bluebells. Oh yes the flop-toppy daffodils, silk-slinky roses are lovely to view and refreshing to noses.
Lord Zanz looked aghast, the townspeople too, “But, but, what can you mean? And what could we do? We only grow food and we need to make rules, and flowers are flounceish and planted by fools.”
King Zingly walked into the yard and declared, “You must tear down the wall so this beauty is shared and cared for, not just to be viewed from the skies. Then he turned to Karina, looked deep in her eyes.
“Your talents are wasted in this colorless town where flowers aren't wanted and only bring frowns, I've been searching the land, near and far, in between for someone like you. Will you come be my queen?"
Karina said yes and the king took her hand. "I declare – Queen Karina of all of the land! her flowers are regal! She’s now one who rules! You see flowers aren't flounceish, and you are the fools."
Victoria, it happened again. I wouldn't have known except Bonnie told me that I didn't leave a comment on your terrific poem. I did though. Late last night I left a nice comment. I can't remember what I said but your poem is terrific!!! I enjoyed it very much. It needs art works. I don't know what happens to my comments. Sorry.
Upon a time when the world was young Rose had no use for thorns Like all other flowers she Grew happily in the garden gay. Until she helped a mousie child Escape from death one day.
Pursued by the cat, the mousie small Cried "Help me, help me please, I'm out of breath and near to death," "Hide in my stems the rose replied I'll save you from the wicked cat. Come huddle here inside."
The mousie wriggled between the stems But the cat reached in as well "Oh help, oh help," the mousie cried as it reached inside to snatch her out. As the mousie cowered, fearfully there came a shrieking shout.
"Ow, ow, oh ow," said the hurting cat, "what have you done to me?" "I've only protected the little mouse. Now leave so she can go free." The cat ran off, and Mousie said, "Thank you oh thank you dearest Rose the wicked cat has fled."
"Oh clever Rose," said the garden fairy, the thorns you grew to help this little mouse escape the cat you will forever bear to be of help to creatures who need to seek safety there.
She waved her wand and said some words that sparkled in the air. The thorns grew sturdy on Rose's stems and made her proud to be of help to creatures with a need to be rescued and go free. So ever after Rose bore thorns And many were able then To hide from wicked creatures who Would try to do them harm, and Rose was thankful ever more for the garden fairy's charm.
I wrote this fable as part of a Pujatale (What I call my stories for all ages)as the reason why the Rose became queen of the garden. However I thought as a fable it stood on its own. It was fun and challenging to set it to rhythm and rhyme.
ReplyDeleteThe ad said for fifteen dollars
I'd lose fifteen pounds
so I paid the money happily
to lose some of my mounds!
Have this green tea every day
and lose weight while you drink
heck! I can do this I thought
losing weight is easier than you think.
You can burn off eighty-five calories
simply by doing dishes
so I loaded up the dish washer
to fulfill my weight loss wishes!
Use up more calories I learned
by vacuuming the floor
so I set out my Roomba
to use a hundred more.
Ah! Yes, a couple cookies
really couldn't hurt
after all the weight I know
I lost doing all that work.
And maybe a small dish of ice cream
while I drink my green tea...
I know I lost a lot of weight
my doc will be so proud of me!
My friend said eating diet bars
helped her to lose weight
so a box of the bars I bought
and sat down and ate all eight.
Feeling quite noble
I stepped upon the scale
and when I saw the results
I let out quite a wail!
Instead of losing as promised
the scale said I'd gained!
I knew it had to be wrong
I was so self constrained.
But alas it was not wrong I fear
The advertisers lied to me
my friends don’t believe all you hear
And only half of what you see.
LMAO!!! This is wonderful!!! I love it. Especially the rhoomba part!!
DeleteSo cute!!! Love it! Very clever and well done.
DeleteThis is absolutely terrific!!! I enjoyed it immensely!!
DeleteI keep trying to post my poem, but it says I can't post more than 4096 characters. Word says it has 4057 including blanks. So I guess what I will do is post it in 2 parts as comments. It is an old poem and I am not ashamed of myself for doing that!! It's one of the best poems I've ever written. If was for a Dr. Seuss contest on fanstory many years ago and I won!!
ReplyDeleteKARINA KAMELIA
Deletein the spirit of Dr. Seuss
Way far away in a land you don't know,
a land we'll call Allwerk, not so long ago,
everyone busied themselves all day long
hurried and scurried and moved things along.
Everyone had their own bee-busy work;
Building the buildings and clocking the clerks,
banking the banks and rebooking the books.
they didn’t like shirkers, or slackers or crooks.
They didn't waste anything, nothing at all.
Their gardens grew vegetables, healthy and tall.
They never grew flowers near churches or schools.
They said "Flowers are flounceish and planted by fools!"
But in a small house on the mainly main road,
the one near the ditch of Skinbumpish the toad,
lived a girl named Karina alone in one room,
but her yard was like crayons of color in bloom.
Karina loved flowers, to plant and to grow:
loved tiny tuned bluebells that hang very low,
loved flop-toppy daffodils, yellow and white,
loved silk-slinky roses in colors so bright!
The townspeople tsk'ed and they shushed and rushed by
wouldn't talk to Karina except to ask, "Why
are you wasting your time like that, Weren’t you in school
to learn flowers are flounceish and planted by fools!"
A messenger dressed all in red rode to town
To tell them King Zingly Zartuffle McFrown
was coming to Allwerk the very next day,
to see bee-busy work in this land far away.
They panicked, went manic! "Karina must go!
We can’t show him her flouncing! The King must not know
she wastes all her time – seconds, minutes and hours
and water and soil on her flounce foolish flowers
"We can build a big wall, very tall, all around
this paltry, small house with its flounce! We'll surround
the whole place so King Zingly won't see. Get your tools!
Flowers are flounceish and planted by fools!"
They built the wall quickly with brick after brick,
Deleteand stone and old bones, a big branch, a small stick.
They didn't waste anything building the wall,
They built all around and they built it up tall.
That wall was so tall it hid flowers and toad.
The townspeople sighed and watched far down the road,
but King Zingly surprised them and flew into town
in a carriage with wings, he arrived in his crown.
On the mainly main road, his horse landed right there
by the wall that they'd built. He could see from the air,
the things that they'd hidden and built with their tools
because flowers are flounceish and planted by fools.
King Zingly shook hands with the mayor, Lord Zanz,
then walked down the road shaking everyone’s hands.
"I heard of your work, how bee-busy you stay,
but things seem rather gray on this glorious day.”
He turned, looked around, eyed the wall with a stare,
"So, where are the flowers I saw from the air?"
The townspeople gasped, and feared for their fate,
Karina had heard and she opened the gate.
"Oh no!" said Lord Zanz, "Do not look! Don’t endure
poor, witless Karina who just won’t mature!
She only plants flowers, won't follow the rules
and flowers are flounceish and planted by fools.”
King Zingly stood silent a moment or two,
then said to Lord Zanz, “That is truly not true.
He said, "Flowers are medicines, flowers have beauty.
Growing bright flowers is such a great duty!
Your bee-busy work is no more and no less
than the growing of tiny tuned bluebells. Oh yes
the flop-toppy daffodils, silk-slinky roses
are lovely to view and refreshing to noses.
Lord Zanz looked aghast, the townspeople too,
“But, but, what can you mean? And what could we do?
We only grow food and we need to make rules,
and flowers are flounceish and planted by fools.”
King Zingly walked into the yard and declared,
“You must tear down the wall so this beauty is shared
and cared for, not just to be viewed from the skies.
Then he turned to Karina, looked deep in her eyes.
“Your talents are wasted in this colorless town
where flowers aren't wanted and only bring frowns,
I've been searching the land, near and far, in between
for someone like you. Will you come be my queen?"
Karina said yes and the king took her hand.
"I declare – Queen Karina of all of the land!
her flowers are regal! She’s now one who rules!
You see flowers aren't flounceish, and you are the fools."
applause!! applause!!! author! author! this is simply wonderful should be read in each school for this poem wasn't written by anyone's fool!
Deletewonderful poem, and so intricate! I can understand why it won.
DeleteVictoria, it happened again. I wouldn't have known except Bonnie told me that I didn't leave a comment on your terrific poem. I did though. Late last night I left a nice comment. I can't remember what I said but your poem is terrific!!! I enjoyed it very much. It needs art works. I don't know what happens to my comments. Sorry.
DeleteMoral of Story
ReplyDeleteIf you don't plan your haiku
you run out of syllables and end up with a really long last line where you try to fit in everything.
lmao!!! literally laughed out loud!!! love this one! omg! too funny!
Deletesorry I am going through a lot of trauma lately and I didn't see this. It is very cute and funny.
DeleteWhy the Rose Has Thorns
ReplyDeleteUpon a time when the world was young
Rose had no use for thorns
Like all other flowers she
Grew happily in the garden gay.
Until she helped a mousie child
Escape from death one day.
Pursued by the cat, the mousie small
Cried "Help me, help me please,
I'm out of breath and near to death,"
"Hide in my stems the rose replied
I'll save you from the wicked cat.
Come huddle here inside."
The mousie wriggled between the stems
But the cat reached in as well
"Oh help, oh help," the mousie cried
as it reached inside to snatch her out.
As the mousie cowered, fearfully
there came a shrieking shout.
"Ow, ow, oh ow," said the hurting cat,
"what have you done to me?"
"I've only protected the little mouse.
Now leave so she can go free."
The cat ran off, and Mousie said,
"Thank you oh thank you dearest Rose
the wicked cat has fled."
"Oh clever Rose," said the garden fairy,
the thorns you grew to help
this little mouse escape the cat
you will forever bear
to be of help to creatures who
need to seek safety there.
She waved her wand and said some words
that sparkled in the air.
The thorns grew sturdy on Rose's stems
and made her proud to be
of help to creatures with a need
to be rescued and go free.
So ever after Rose bore thorns
And many were able then
To hide from wicked creatures who
Would try to do them harm,
and Rose was thankful ever more
for the garden fairy's charm.
wonderful tale!!! I enjoyed it very much!!!
Deletewhat a sweet ending and a lovely story
DeleteI love this. The contrast of roses and thorns has always been one of my favorite images. And now I know why the rose has thorns!!!
DeleteMany thanks, it was fun turning it into a poem like this, and I so appreciate your kind comments.
DeleteI wrote this fable as part of a Pujatale (What I call my stories for all ages)as the reason why the Rose became queen of the garden. However I thought as a fable it stood on its own. It was fun and challenging to set it to rhythm and rhyme.
ReplyDeleteI have a secret
ReplyDeletedo you promise not to tell
of course I won't
you know me well
I'm in love
with brother Jack
but if he finds out
he may not come back
your secret is safe
as safe can be
it won't get out
not from me
OH, I have a secret
I must tell someone
having a secret
is so much fun
Sister Alma do not tell
but Margo loves Jack
it's a secret you know
so hold it back
the secret spread
like wild fire
all around the town
the secret did not tire
sooner than later you'd know
Margo heard her secret back
she was so embarrassed
her heart was burning black
who did I tell
it was Sophie, it was
I shouldn't have told her
now the town is a buzz
and Jack found out
but he did not skip town
in fact he was happy
and his smile cured his frown
But Margo made her mind up
if she had a secret, she wouldn't tell
then it would be for certain
that all would be well...
lol! yep a secret is no fun to keep to yourself... good one!
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