I'VE HEARD VERSE

I've Heard Verse: awfully good poetry

I've Heard Verse: awfully good poetry

by Barbara Blanks aka StFlossie

Poetry is not a curse word.

Poems can be full of pun and nonsense--and I’VE HEARD VERSE is certainly full of something. Barb’s word play is strangely amusing, slightly twisted, and simply fun. Suitable for young and old adults alike, these light-hearted and light-weight poems may make you see the light--that is, if you think you don’t like or understand poetry, this book will either change your attitude or … Poof! I’ll change you to a pigeon. (see below.)

LaVern Spencer McCarthy says: The poems make me think of how Ogden Nash wrote. A very well done poetry book and very upbeat. I enjoyed reading all three books immensely. Thank you for writing them so that I could read them.

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Pucker Up

Under

the mistletoe

blushing girl giggles as

shy young man approaches her for

smooches.

Form: Cinquain

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Just Chillin’

Winter is a-comin’ in--

it numbs my ears and nose;

Ice frosts my hair and derrière--

And my poor toes are froze.

Winter comes a-whippin’ in--

flays skin like one demented.

Ch-chatter teeth, sh-shiver, sneeze--

Oh, brr-r-r! I’m discontented.

Winter rams a-howlin’ in--

so bitter, hoary, glacial;

My chilly cheeks won’t thaw for weeks--

Not nether ones nor facial.

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Flushed

The Prince flashed a smile so disarming--

She chased him--he found it alarming!

She grabbed for his bottom,

And yelled out, “I got ‘im!”

But he cried, “Please, don’t squeeze the Charming!”

In My Room at Night

IF-- in the deepest dark I see

a ghost and it moans “Boo-o-o” at me--

I won’t be scared--No, not a smidgen.

Poof! I’ll change it to a pigeon.

IF-- a monster thinks to frighten,

grabs my toes and tries to bite ‘em--

I won’t be scared--No, not a smidgeon.

Poof ! I’ll change it to a pigeon.

IF-- in my closet I hear crying,

perhaps the boogeyman is hiding--

because he’s scared--more than a smidgeon.

Poof! I’ll change him to a pigeon.

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What’s a Nice Tadpole Like You

Doing in a Pond Like This?

A dragonfly is nature’s wand

of magic that bejewels a pond.

It flits about, it flirts and hovers--

pond and dragonfly are lovers.

In the pond, from bottom scum,

growing, reaching, one by one,

sun blossoms rise, then each disperses--

lily pads array the surface.

Below the pads the tadpoles hide

from dragonfly mouths opened wide--

they eat the baby frogs (it’s sad)--

those polliwog’ll doodle cads.