Cicadasong

or, The Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Poem about Cicadas.

You left your armor
clinging, empty
A hollow plaything
A zombie sentry

Now calling your lovers
to join in your song
Hordes in the trees
your voices are strong

Sing me to distraction
Sing me into dust
Sing to me all summer
for sing to me you must

When summer is gone
And you've done what you could
Your children will sleep safely
deep in the wood

Edited To Add: Wow. Perhaps I should have called it Cricketsong *crickets*. Anyway, who pronounces it cic-ay-da, and who pronounces it cic-ah-da?

Longing.

I stood up straight suddenly, whatever I was doing forgotten
pierced through the heart with a sudden intense longing for that place
The place I used to live

The stale smell of the city held inside the bus
inside my lungs
until I stepped out at the beach
The wind blowing in off the ocean
whipping sand at my legs
Salt in the air - taste it, breathe its freshness.

The waves were turquoise glitter by day, soft black oil at night.

I still live near to the sea (I don't think I could ever live far from shore)
But it's not the same shore, not the same sea
So I longed for that place I used to live.

On Growing Old, or, The Little Tomato

The little tomato wept
She was no longer firm and smooth
She was becoming soft in the middle
And truth be told
A few wrinkles were beginning
To make themselves known.

A big tomato looked down at her and said kindly
"Never mind my dear,
For when you were young and green,
You were no use to anyone
But now you are ripe and delicious."

How do you blog?

How do you blog?

Do you blog like a frog on a log?
Like a dog playing with Pogs?

Are you turning cogs in the fog
Or dancing in clogs?

Is your mind full of smog
Would you rather go for a jog?

How do you blog?

I feel like a bit of a wanker, writing all these poems.

I have been like sand
Letting everything wash over me
Pass through me
Washing me away grain by grain

Now I picture myself as the rich black earth
The sun gives me heat
The rain nourishes me
And good things will grow.

Surprised.

Apologies in advance for the swear in this one.


Surprised by beauty unlooked for
Iridescent green, gold and bronze
Glinting from a beetle's back
As it heaves its determined way
Out of a pile of shit

The sky.

The sky was blue for the first time in days, but the bus still smelled like unwashed bodies and despair.

Ode to Dr Pepper

Dr Pepper
Is my favorite soda
This rhyme is cheating
But it deserves an ode-a

It reminds me of childhood
And that's always nice
I think it tastes best
With a butt-load of ice

Not everyone likes Dr P
Sad but true
When an Aussie says they hate it
I pity the foo'

What is that flavor?
(Twenty-three, to be exact)
Nothing tastes quite like it
Not Pibb, that's a fact.

That's another thing to note
Dr Pepper is clever
When did Pibb go to med school?
That's right, it was never.

Ode to Wheaty Bear

Wheaty Bear sits upon the shelf
Dependable and solid
Waiting for the two or three days a month
When I'm feeling horrid

You see, he's not a normal bear
His body's filled with wheat
Which can soothe one's pains away
When microwaved to high heat

Prone upon the couch
I hold him to my belly
He helps to keep the cramps at bay
And together we watch telly*

Wheaty has a dejected air
And upsettingly blind appearance
Because his eyes are gone for good
Due to doggy interference

Even though he looks a mess
(his bowtie's chewed as well)
He makes me feel much better
When I feel like hell

So thank you Bear
For your attempts at healing
In my time of woe
Hugging you gives me good feelings


*Telly= television. Do Americans say this?

Ode to a Creme Egg

With Easter just around the corner, it seemed only right to create a tribute to this universally loved seasonal treat.

Dear beloved Creme Egg,
How I love your chocolate shell
Smooth and etched with a pretty design
And perfect in taste as well

Your chocolate is from Cadbury's
Milky and superb
Hersheys just can't measure up
So I kick it to the kerb

Your flowing center like egg white
Except much more delicious
As it dribbles down my chin
Who cares you're not nutritious?

I love to eat you slowly
Overdosing on the choc
Smiling as it sends me into
Diabetic shock

And despite how much I love you
I'm glad you're here a short time
A large round shape looks good on you
But for my body, I prefer mine.
























[Original artwork by Soda & Candy using existing Creme Egg image]