I Fear
Porcelain creature as I
Walk into that bright room
Survey the mantle piece,
Delicate figure sitting before me.
Tremble as I pick up the fragile
In my coarse hands and breaking
The skin of egg shells,
crushed and falling
To the floor, piece by piece.
I fear
Walking across the Ice.
The new fallen snow masks
Boot treads. Others have ventured
This way before, but will the
Ice hold? I carry more weight
Across my shoulders than those
Early messengers. And I chase the sun
To an unknown destination
As this long day becomes night
I Fear
The words coming from my pen
Will not be enough to convince
The reader of my meaning, nor
My noble intent. They are not
Right, nor true. I mean to tell
Of my trepidation to love, by these
Metaphors. By opening our hearts
We allow a pathway to pain. But
Also pleasure and pain. Pandora’s box
Has been opened
But this Fear is tiring,
And now I lay down my pen
I’m too weary to write
Poems in verse for my
Beloved
July 8, 2009
I am a beast of burden.
I am a beast of burden.
Upon my back silver
chalices are filled, brimming
with ambrosia or nectar.
The man that owns me
wears suits costing more
than my salary.
The transmission is
assembled thousands
of times.
But I only turn three
screws and I have no idea
what this automobile
looks like after
we both leave
the factory.
I walk the blocks
home, massaging
my wrist, waiting
only to fall down
into the chair and
die for the day.
But my wife looks
at me, and with her
eyes, those down-
turned corners, she
still looks sad when
a forced smile
glances across her
face and hopefully
asks me of my day.
What is there left
to say?
Upon my back silver
chalices are filled, brimming
with ambrosia or nectar.
The man that owns me
wears suits costing more
than my salary.
The transmission is
assembled thousands
of times.
But I only turn three
screws and I have no idea
what this automobile
looks like after
we both leave
the factory.
I walk the blocks
home, massaging
my wrist, waiting
only to fall down
into the chair and
die for the day.
But my wife looks
at me, and with her
eyes, those down-
turned corners, she
still looks sad when
a forced smile
glances across her
face and hopefully
asks me of my day.
What is there left
to say?
Huff ‘n’ Puff
Huff ‘n’ Puff
Characters
• Narrator
• Big Bad Wolf
• Little Pig #1
• Little Pig #2
• Little Pig #3
• Television Announcer
Narrator: One day, while the Big Bad Wolf was watching TV and smoking cigarettes, both things that he loved, the announcer broke in with a news flash…
Television Announcer: The Three Little Pigs Have Just Built A House Of straw On Mistake Street!
Big Bad Wolf :I can’t believe my ears! A house of straw? The three Little pigs?
Ha!
Ha ha ha…
On Mistake street, eh? I’ll say it’s a mistake.
Narrator : He leaped out of his chair and began pacing the room. His mouth began to water.
Big bad Wolf : The thing I love the most in the world-even more than watching TV, even more than smoking cigarettes,- I LOVE the taste of freshly roasted pig. I’m going to get some. I’m going to get some right now.
HA
HA HA HA
HA HA (cough)
Ha (cough) (cough)
(Cough) (Cough) (Cough)
Narrator : A little while later, the Big Bad Wolf was on his way towards Mistake street. He moved quickly, nervously, along the shady side of the street, dodging behind trees and fences. He wanted to surprise the Three Little Pigs. So he was very quiet, except for a few coughs here and there, which he couldn’t help. And he was almost invisible sneaking through the shadows-except for the telltale smoke from his cigarette that floated behind him.
Pig 1: Oh!
Pig 2 : My!
Pig 3 : The Wolf!
Pig 1 : Look at all that smoke…it must be the wolf!
Narrator: Squealing with fright, the pigs fled into the house, slammed the door, and locked it, with two locks. A few seconds later, the wolf pounded on the door.
Big Bad Wolf: Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!
Pigs : Not by the hair of our chinny chin chins.
Narrator: The pigs were squealing in terror, and just then the wolf appeared at the pig’s window, scowling.
Wolf: Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in.
Narrator: So the Big Bad Wolf stepped back, stamped out his cigarette, and took a DEEP breath.
Pig #1: I’m scared.
Pig #2: You too?
Pig #3: doesn’t his breath sound a little rattly and wheezy?
Pig #2: I don’t care, I’m terrified anyway.
Narrator: Then the big bad wolf b-l-e-w out. The three little pigs braced themselves for a big wind. There was nothing, not even a little breeze.
Wolf : (cough) (hack) (gasp) come out you little pipsqueaks. Or I’ll (cough, cough) blow that house to the moon!
Narrator: The wolf took another deep breath. He couldn’t hold onto it, so it came right back as a weak little sputter.
Wolf: pshew!…..oh my, not a straw moved.
Pigs: (giggle, giggle, giggle)
Narrator: Again the Big Bad Wolf huffs and puffs, and tries to suck air into his sickly lungs.
Wolf : (cough, cough, wheeze, rattle)…I am furious!
Narrator: Suddenly the wolf is dizzy and has no breath – from all that smoking. He falls – splat!- right on his long, mean-looking snout. He doesn’t get up. Poor wolf…he’s ruined for blowing houses down. Inside the house, the three little pigs dance to an old favorite.
Pigs: Who’s afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?
Who’s afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?
Who’s afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?
ALL: NOBODY!
Characters
• Narrator
• Big Bad Wolf
• Little Pig #1
• Little Pig #2
• Little Pig #3
• Television Announcer
Narrator: One day, while the Big Bad Wolf was watching TV and smoking cigarettes, both things that he loved, the announcer broke in with a news flash…
Television Announcer: The Three Little Pigs Have Just Built A House Of straw On Mistake Street!
Big Bad Wolf :I can’t believe my ears! A house of straw? The three Little pigs?
Ha!
Ha ha ha…
On Mistake street, eh? I’ll say it’s a mistake.
Narrator : He leaped out of his chair and began pacing the room. His mouth began to water.
Big bad Wolf : The thing I love the most in the world-even more than watching TV, even more than smoking cigarettes,- I LOVE the taste of freshly roasted pig. I’m going to get some. I’m going to get some right now.
HA
HA HA HA
HA HA (cough)
Ha (cough) (cough)
(Cough) (Cough) (Cough)
Narrator : A little while later, the Big Bad Wolf was on his way towards Mistake street. He moved quickly, nervously, along the shady side of the street, dodging behind trees and fences. He wanted to surprise the Three Little Pigs. So he was very quiet, except for a few coughs here and there, which he couldn’t help. And he was almost invisible sneaking through the shadows-except for the telltale smoke from his cigarette that floated behind him.
Pig 1: Oh!
Pig 2 : My!
Pig 3 : The Wolf!
Pig 1 : Look at all that smoke…it must be the wolf!
Narrator: Squealing with fright, the pigs fled into the house, slammed the door, and locked it, with two locks. A few seconds later, the wolf pounded on the door.
Big Bad Wolf: Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!
Pigs : Not by the hair of our chinny chin chins.
Narrator: The pigs were squealing in terror, and just then the wolf appeared at the pig’s window, scowling.
Wolf: Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in.
Narrator: So the Big Bad Wolf stepped back, stamped out his cigarette, and took a DEEP breath.
Pig #1: I’m scared.
Pig #2: You too?
Pig #3: doesn’t his breath sound a little rattly and wheezy?
Pig #2: I don’t care, I’m terrified anyway.
Narrator: Then the big bad wolf b-l-e-w out. The three little pigs braced themselves for a big wind. There was nothing, not even a little breeze.
Wolf : (cough) (hack) (gasp) come out you little pipsqueaks. Or I’ll (cough, cough) blow that house to the moon!
Narrator: The wolf took another deep breath. He couldn’t hold onto it, so it came right back as a weak little sputter.
Wolf: pshew!…..oh my, not a straw moved.
Pigs: (giggle, giggle, giggle)
Narrator: Again the Big Bad Wolf huffs and puffs, and tries to suck air into his sickly lungs.
Wolf : (cough, cough, wheeze, rattle)…I am furious!
Narrator: Suddenly the wolf is dizzy and has no breath – from all that smoking. He falls – splat!- right on his long, mean-looking snout. He doesn’t get up. Poor wolf…he’s ruined for blowing houses down. Inside the house, the three little pigs dance to an old favorite.
Pigs: Who’s afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?
Who’s afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?
Who’s afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?
ALL: NOBODY!
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