I've Heard Verse
by Barbara Blanks
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.)
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Writer's Digest Judge says: "This is certainly funny and charming--starting with the cover! The book's focus is on a light-hearted approach to life's trials and tribulations. The little drawings are also lively."
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.
I LOVE your I've Heard Verse: awfully good poetry!! I have had so much fun reading it.
What a talent you have!! With words, with rhyming and, yes, writing poems we can
understand!! I loved it!
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.
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.