The Sakura trees are blooming,
Now in the beginning of spring,
The weather is turning sunny,
And the birds begin to sing.
But one story that I love,
And it happened with our backyards pond,
It was so beautiful and magical,
As if from a flick from a wand.
The grass so green and soft,
The ponds water so blue and clear,
But something in that water,
Was drawing me near.
A frog had hopped out,
Making noises with its inflating throat,
As if it were trying to speak to me,
It let out a giant croak!
I was into fairy tales,
This was a chance I didn’t want to miss,
So I picked up this little frog,
And gave it a little kiss.
All of a sudden, within a flash,
I was stunned to see a prince,
I shook my head in disbelief,
saying ''it was only a coincidence'
A dream, a dream, it has to be!
I should try and get myself to awake,
I pinched, I yelled, I rolled around,
but I realised this wasn’t fake.
Such a beautiful figure,
Stood in front of my very eyes,
From a frog a prince appeared,
Although I’m very surprised.
A fairy-tale this still must be,
There’s no way this could be real,
Seeing a frog and picking it up,
with a kiss to seal the deal.
This must be a magic trick,
Or it could have been an actor,
Or I could still be reading the frog prince book,
And it’s at the end of its chapter.
But alas, it was only a book,
Oh prince how I’ll miss you,
That’s the end of book 1,
You'll have to wait for book 2.
The frog that jumped out of our pond,
Was no coincidence,
because after the kiss occurred,
I found my beautiful frog prince.
Elle King
Magical Melody Story - Elle King
I heard this beautiful Melody,
... The notes were flowing together,
The music was hypnotising,
I wanted it to last forever.
Such a beautiful story,
Was being made within the tune,
The notes were flowing gracefully,
Like a new butterfly from a cocoon.
It was as if by magic,
The music was drawing me near,
I listened close with all my heart,
To see what else i could hear.
I could hear chimes,
Like a beautiful breeze had flown,
I could hear birds singing to eachother,
So they know their not alone.
I could hear a heartbeat,
I think the music had a heart,
The peaceful piece that was playing,
Was only just the start.
The music had gotten faster,
It was picking up the pace,
But even though the notes were flying,
The music still had its grace.
The wonders of the notes,
Flying without a fear,
My eyes were closed and my ears were open,
To see what else i could hear.
The music started to turn sad,
And it made me want to cry,
The Melody had gotten slower,
And the notes were saying goodbye.
A tear had fallen of my cheek,
And slowly hit the ground,
But something sad like a tear,
Emitted a beautiful sound.
These happy tears had started,
Because this beautiful melody started to play,
And even though instuments have no voice,
They still have alot to say.
They have a voice within their melody,
Just listen with your heart,
As i said in the beginning,
This is only the start.
I once heard this beautiful melody,
A story it was trying to send,
The melody faded into your heart,
To bid this poem an end.
Moral of this story,
Look deep within your heart,
Don't give up on what you love,
Because its only just the start.
Elle King
... The notes were flowing together,
The music was hypnotising,
I wanted it to last forever.
Such a beautiful story,
Was being made within the tune,
The notes were flowing gracefully,
Like a new butterfly from a cocoon.
It was as if by magic,
The music was drawing me near,
I listened close with all my heart,
To see what else i could hear.
I could hear chimes,
Like a beautiful breeze had flown,
I could hear birds singing to eachother,
So they know their not alone.
I could hear a heartbeat,
I think the music had a heart,
The peaceful piece that was playing,
Was only just the start.
The music had gotten faster,
It was picking up the pace,
But even though the notes were flying,
The music still had its grace.
The wonders of the notes,
Flying without a fear,
My eyes were closed and my ears were open,
To see what else i could hear.
The music started to turn sad,
And it made me want to cry,
The Melody had gotten slower,
And the notes were saying goodbye.
A tear had fallen of my cheek,
And slowly hit the ground,
But something sad like a tear,
Emitted a beautiful sound.
These happy tears had started,
Because this beautiful melody started to play,
And even though instuments have no voice,
They still have alot to say.
They have a voice within their melody,
Just listen with your heart,
As i said in the beginning,
This is only the start.
I once heard this beautiful melody,
A story it was trying to send,
The melody faded into your heart,
To bid this poem an end.
Moral of this story,
Look deep within your heart,
Don't give up on what you love,
Because its only just the start.
Elle King
Ode To Housework - Kathy Figueroa
Ode To Housework - Kathy Figueroa
It's time to clean
This house
Though I'm allergic
To dust
Someone will
Be over soon
So tidying
Is a must
Let me think
Of this drudgery
As something
That's actually fun
Otherwise, it's going
To be awhile
Before I get this
Housework done
Let me delight in
Washing the floor
Instead of thinking
It's such a chore
The cat boxes
Will be fun to change
I'll whistle a tune
As I rearrange
The laundry will go
In the washing machine
The plants
Will be watered
So they stay green
Scrubbing the sink
Won't take as
Long as I think
And then, after I do
I'll polish the loo
Cobwebs can be swept
Away with a broom
Then I'll vacuum
The living room
(Note to myself:
Remember to take care
And make sure I get
All the dog and cat hair)
Yes, I guess
My house is a mess
I could do more
And procrastinate less
Then, in no time
This house
Would be clean
And I'd be
The happiest
Person you've seen
Kathy Figueroa
(This poem was first published in The Bancroft Times newspaper on January 5, 2012.)
A special, 'thank you,' goes to, 'Walter Inkster, the Devil's Artisan,' for allowing the use of this fabulous illustration.
Evolution - Kathy Figueroa
Evolution - Kathy Figueroa
Long ago, a dinosaur
A prisoner, by gravity bound
With lumbering, heavy steps
Did plod across the ground
And it crushed all in its path
With an earth shaking tread
Unlike a bird that flies
In the blue sky, overhead
Maybe this massive creature
When mired in the
Black mud of a swamp
Dreamed of being able
To frolic and romp
Perhaps this behemoth
So long ago, alive
Wished it were more agile
That it could soar and dive
Maybe in its heart
A hidden hope held sway
That it could change
And be different some day
Perhaps its wish was granted
Implausible as this might sound
It's got to do with something
Archaeologists have found
This might seem far fetched
Or maybe even absurd
But recent discoveries have shown
A dinosaur evolved into a bird
How long the process took
They can't, with accuracy, say
But I guess a need to fly
Made a dinosaur evolve that way
Kathy Figueroa
(This poem was first published in The Bancroft Times newspaper on May 20, 2010.)
A special, 'thank you,' goes to, 'Walter Inkster, the Devil's Artisan,' for allowing the use of this fabulous illustration.
Beautiful Old Style Poems - Kathy Figueroa
Beautiful Old Style Poems - Kathy Figueroa
Give me a rhyme
A clever turn of phrase
Give me glorious poems
Written like
In the olden days
Let me revel
In the language
In words that resonate
In my mind
Why are beautiful
Old style poems
Now so hard to find?
The eloquent verse
Of a bygone age
Still makes people smile
Why has rhyming poetry
Fallen out of style?
Rhyme for me a story
An epic adventurous tale
About a trip to the
Mountain peaks
Or the ocean to set sail
Speak of the
Human condition
The best and the worst
Of joy, sorrow and triumph
And dreams that have burst
Tell of hope and longing
Of heroes and dignity
On injustice and suffering
Shine a light for all to see
Weave a wonderful story
Use rhyme like
Golden thread
Form a tapestry of words
That inspires wonder
When it's read
Rhyme like Robert Service
William Blake and
Edgar Allen Poe
Create a beautiful
Timeless poem
Like they did
So long ago...
Kathy Figueroa
(This poem was first published in The Bancroft Times newspaper on November 23, 2011.)
A special, 'thank you,' goes to, 'Walter Inkster, the Devil's Artisan,' for allowing the use of this fabulous illustration!
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