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Out of my Head (Poems)

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By Ruth Folsom

AuthorHouse

Copyright © 2010 Ruth Folsom
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4520-5366-0

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Chapter One

    Elf

    Just as I had finished my play,
    I saw a flying elf that day.
    Jet propelled from his derriere,
    Loop the loop and cutting the air.
    Then two golfers caught in a rut
    Asked each other, "Now who's that nut?"
    And a passing bee chanted a tune,
    "Why the earth? Why not the moon?"


    Wicked Molly

    Wicked Molly Malone
    Was as cold as stone.
    But I saw her ghost swim in the ocean.
    She turned rather pale,
    Then she let out a wail,
    After drinking her deadly potion.

    She was a witch so they say
    From Barnacle Bay
    Who rode on a flying broom.
    'T was jealously and lust
    That turned her to dust
    And sealed her in her tomb.

    I thought drinking at night
    Would relieve me of strife
    What brought me to this notion?
    So I swear by the hair
    Of that witch down there,
    I will never mix drinks by the ocean.


    Mountain Goat

    How in the world do you stay afloat
    Upon the mountain, mountain goat?
    When I try to climb your slope
    I just fall on my noggin.
    I'll leave the climbing to the goat
    And just ride my toboggan.


    Mr. Moth

    Mr. Moth loves Miss. Butterfly,
    But his wings are just plain brown.
    Miss. Butterfly tells him with a sigh,
    "You really shouldn't frown,
    I will see what I want to see,
    And that is the color within."


    My Friend

    I did not know her most of my life,
    But well I know her in my prime.
    We help each other in times of strife.
    We were sisters in another time.

    Her voice I would know in any crowd.
    Our girly conversations etched in my heart.
    Those past secrets kept and vowed,
    Knowing someday one of us must part.

    She's a part of an ever-changing maze,
    A puzzle living in my soul
    With memories of all my days
    And those things that make me whole.
    I love her still and always will.


    Teapots

    We sing and play in Banana Bay
    And bathe in a perfume of bliss.
    Then we fly half the day
    Where the teapots hiss,
    There brewing the morning mist.


    Polly

    Polly the parrot
    Munched on a carrot
    On a beautiful Saturday morn.
    Out the window she flew
    To take a poo
    Then a man started honking his horn.

    So she flew on the roof
    To avoid this darn goof
    And she settled in for the day.
    She cleaned her wing
    And she started to sing.
    Where she learned the words no one can say.

    Then a crowd just watched her wiggle.
    "Would you look up there,
    It's a parrot I swear!"
    And some children started to giggle.
    Finally the firemen came with their ladder.
    If she didn't fly down, does it matter?


    Moo

    I have a spotted cow named Moo
    And higher than my head she grew.
    She eats jelly beans and grass
    And rollerblades with me to class.


    The Amazon

    I have learned the jungle ways.
    In my heart the forest speaks to me.
    I can feel the panther's gaze.
    And the coming storm I see.
    I will know where the snake goes.
    But I take little, or none, of these.
    Please, spirits, to my children bestow
    The music of the trees.


    The White Panther

    Why does it lurk behind the rock?
    It is not here to eat the flock.
    It wants very little to do with man,
    Preferring the wild game of the land.
    Just a curious soul passing by,
    To see it takes the sharpest eye.
    The shepherd aims his gun toward the hill
    But the scared cat he cannot kill.
    It's a heavenly blessing the angels give.
    To the place where the snow leopards live.


    Seafood

    She lives in Marin just east of the wind.
    And her eyes are as blue as the sea.
    She eats plants and fish in a pineapple dish,
    While her cats dine on shrimp and tea.

(Continues...)

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