There's a light on in the attic.
Though the house is dark and shuttered.
I can see a flickerin' flutter,
And I know what's it's about.
There's a light on in the attic,
I can see it from the outside,
And I know you're on the inside..lookin' out.

 

Monsters

I met a ghost, but he didn't want my head,
He only wanted to know the way to Denver.
I met a devil, but he didn't want my soul,
He only wanted to borrow my bike awhile.
I met a vampire, but he didn't want my blood,
He only wanted two nickles for a dime.
I keep meeting all the right people-
At all the wrong times.

 

Hot Dog

I have a hot dog for a pet,
The only kind my folks would let
Me get.
He does smell sort of bad
And yet,
He absolutely never gets
The sofa wet.
We have a butcher for a vet,
The strangest vet you ever met.
Guess we're the weirdest family yet,
To have a hot dog for a pet.

 

Are these written by you mYukki?!?!?!

They're not bad

 

those are brilliant!

 

Very good

 

no sorry not by me. i was hoping someone could figure out who the author was..but since no one did....the poems are by Shel Silverstein. these classic childhood poems and stories are what motivated me into a bookworm.

 

here's one of my old po-ems translated from a song

Money cover eyes

Money on Earth is the way of wealth.
You can trade anything with money,
But it cannot trade life or love.
The life on earth in fear and greed
Is the life of lies.
Greed for money is greater than life,
And fear of money is greater than death.
The many mask their eyes with money.
Live or die, at least there is money to spend.
Father, mother, brother, or sister,
When they see money, any amount,
They fight over it.
They fight and claw that is why
There is many and much people
Who strive for money.
There are those who are poor.
They have no place to spend.
A couple has government funding.
The husband is scared
That the wife might take the money.
The wife is scared
That the husband might get the money.
They always fight,
Each doesn't want to share the bills.
The wife claims she had to pay more.
The husband claims he had to pay more.
They fight and bicker
When it comes time for bedtime.
The sleep beside each other.
They are embarrassed and ashamed.
They want to touch each other.
The wife is afraid the husband won't let her.
The husband thinks he has to pay her.
The wife can't forgive herself.
The husband is angry at himself.
They each cry and weep.
Then they both hug.
Isn't it sad, because it is true.

 

one more po-em composed by me

Barriers

i love you, you love me, but it can never be.
i am of a different land, culture, clan.
it is forbidden to kiss someone
of a different skin, race, name.
it is a disgrace to embrace someone
of a different face, religion, place.
how can you relate, understand,
know what i have to go through?
yet when you hold my hand,
and i see into your eyes...
i see your mind, your heart, your soul.
i see you for who you are,
and i love you more than i thought i ever would.

 

Pretty good, I have to say