08-03-2017, 06:29 AM
hi typing mantis
for some reason, i picture a big friendly monster, one misunderstood, in a bright and colourful children's book.
forgive my movement of script, it just did that when I copy and pasted.
This bright and cheerful morning bright and cheerful, warm and breezy seemed cliche,
I step out of my door. but for me personally i haven't a problem with it
The air is warm and breezy,
it caresses my brow.
The sky, the birds, the treetops,
demand musical applause.
I feel an urge to please them,
a whistle stirs my soul. it would be nice to include a choice of tune, at least the title of a song made up or real
Lost in this melodic trance, I like this stanza and the rhyme.
my gaze drifts lazily down.
I let it follow a languid leaf,
as it spirals to the ground.
But what is this I now behold?!
Surely, this is a trick!
For it simply cannot be,
that a monster sits next door. there goes the neighborhood!
Its hideous head is huge and red,
its body glows with hidden embers.
The sinuous tail is slowly swaying,
to a treacherous tune that speaks of death. is that the whistling the speaker shared, or a tune its own?
If my tongue wasn't suddenly dry, two suddenlys are two too many
and my limbs weren't suddenly frozen, maybe doubly, numbly, quickly, anything cool two syllable
I'd have expressed my indignation
at this rude, improper intrusion.
But as it is, I am standing still,
silently watching the creature.
It seems to be unaware of me,
it seems absorbed in a book.
But I know better than to trust
this scheming, plotting, malicious beast.
It's waiting for my guard to drop,
and in that moment it will pounce.
All thoughts of peace have left me now,
and in their place there's heavy dread.
I dare not blink, nor breathe too hard,
I wish my heart'd stop pounding.
On a fleeting whim, I decide to run.
Let the dragon get me if it will!
As I see it, I'm doomed anyway, some people choose this avenue
I might as well die trying.
After three endless seconds,
I've finally reached the end of the street.
I sit here crouching under a bush.
I know the monster's coming.
I have been sitting motionless,
and quite some time has passed.
Even the sun has moved in the sky,
it's now right overhead.
Slowly, carefully, I rise to a stand, this is where I thought the monster was going to inhale the speaker
and peak into my street.
The monster hasn't moved and inch,
it's still flicking through its book. but peace remained
I stumbled in places concerning meter
sometimes it's helpful for me
to "clap out" poems.
Clap at each syllable as I read it aloud.
It would be nice to see it worked into
consistent rhyme, but it was light and colourful.
Thank you for the read.
nibbed
for some reason, i picture a big friendly monster, one misunderstood, in a bright and colourful children's book.
forgive my movement of script, it just did that when I copy and pasted.
This bright and cheerful morning bright and cheerful, warm and breezy seemed cliche,
I step out of my door. but for me personally i haven't a problem with it
The air is warm and breezy,
it caresses my brow.
The sky, the birds, the treetops,
demand musical applause.
I feel an urge to please them,
a whistle stirs my soul. it would be nice to include a choice of tune, at least the title of a song made up or real
Lost in this melodic trance, I like this stanza and the rhyme.
my gaze drifts lazily down.
I let it follow a languid leaf,
as it spirals to the ground.
But what is this I now behold?!
Surely, this is a trick!
For it simply cannot be,
that a monster sits next door. there goes the neighborhood!
Its hideous head is huge and red,
its body glows with hidden embers.
The sinuous tail is slowly swaying,
to a treacherous tune that speaks of death. is that the whistling the speaker shared, or a tune its own?
If my tongue wasn't suddenly dry, two suddenlys are two too many
and my limbs weren't suddenly frozen, maybe doubly, numbly, quickly, anything cool two syllable
I'd have expressed my indignation
at this rude, improper intrusion.
But as it is, I am standing still,
silently watching the creature.
It seems to be unaware of me,
it seems absorbed in a book.
But I know better than to trust
this scheming, plotting, malicious beast.
It's waiting for my guard to drop,
and in that moment it will pounce.
All thoughts of peace have left me now,
and in their place there's heavy dread.
I dare not blink, nor breathe too hard,
I wish my heart'd stop pounding.
On a fleeting whim, I decide to run.
Let the dragon get me if it will!
As I see it, I'm doomed anyway, some people choose this avenue
I might as well die trying.
After three endless seconds,
I've finally reached the end of the street.
I sit here crouching under a bush.
I know the monster's coming.
I have been sitting motionless,
and quite some time has passed.
Even the sun has moved in the sky,
it's now right overhead.
Slowly, carefully, I rise to a stand, this is where I thought the monster was going to inhale the speaker
and peak into my street.
The monster hasn't moved and inch,
it's still flicking through its book. but peace remained
I stumbled in places concerning meter
sometimes it's helpful for me
to "clap out" poems.
Clap at each syllable as I read it aloud.
It would be nice to see it worked into
consistent rhyme, but it was light and colourful.
Thank you for the read.
nibbed
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