Megan and Aja were in town last week, and the haiku commenced. I promised Megan I'd post these, but there are A LOT, and I haven't had time to post them until now. Technically, I should be working on my portfolio for student teaching, so I don't REALLY have time to post them now, either, but I DON'T CARE. And I stand by my claim that writing haiku in church is okay, as long as there are occasional references to what you're hearing from speakers/teachers.
***
Megan's big problem
Involves love of nicotine.
Darn jitters! Go 'way!
Aja shakes her head
People try to be funny
Sacrament meeting
Christmas came and went
Teri gave me a Batman
In Build-a-Bear form
Remember the part
The guy decapitated
Up and tried to walk?
Taryn is jealous
Of my friendship with Wall-E
He's such a cute 'bot!
Hark! Herald angels
Are singing about Jesus
And not the weather
My nose needs blowing
I feel all stuffy and gross
Snot is not my friend
Remember Holly?
I don't think I do, although
If she'd freaking call...
Remember Heidi?
I think of her whenever
I see a cupcake
Please don't judge me, jerk!
I'm just as good as you are.
Get out of my face!
President Monson
Likes to quote from Music Man
Good thing it's not Hair!
Frosted styrofoam
Would prob'ly taste really good
On a Fast Sunday
Sacrament haiku
I'll probably got to Hell
Just for writing them
Sometimes closing hymns
Are sung in British accents
That makes them the best
Meryl Streep as a nun
Is really quite convincing
And a bit scary
If good comes from God
And evil's from the devil,
Where do I come from?
Sometimes I'm afraid
My phone is going to kill me
Stop talking to me!
Don't blame media
For all of the world's problems
Blame my possessed phone!
If I were a ghost
I would haunt you all the time
Except on Fridays
J'adore le Noel
J'adore donner les cadeaux
Comme l'enfant Jesus
(If you speak French, don't point out that I made mistakes in that. I know it. Cut me some slack, d'accord?!)
My watch is missing
It makes Sunday School so slow
Give me the time, man!
I'm Jeremy's phone
I want in on haiku, too!
The world will be mine!
Jeremy is dead
Address all words to Moto
I'm taking his calls
I am not dead yet
Hurry, someone stop the phone!
Call an exorcist!
Don't listen to him
No exorcism today
Instead, eat ice cream!
Now I want ice cream
If it wasn't the Sabbath
I'd got to Cold Stone
***
You're probably shaking your head at how dorky I am right now, and you know what? I DON'T CARE! HA! Let's see you come up with a better way to stay awake in church.
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
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Monday, January 5, 2009
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Sabbath Poetry Part Deux
Megan visited today!!!!!
Excitement around!
Megan would like to see Chess.
One night in Bangkok!
Aja lives in York -
The new one, not the old one.
Sometimes we miss her.
Megan teaches school,
Just like Anne of Green Gables -
But without red hair.
Sabbath day haiku
Can really enrich our lives
And keep us awake.
Willa Cather, puke,
Barf, wretch, vomit, up-chuck, hurl.
I've no love for her.
Pierce Brosnan should be
In a production of Chess.
He's "good" at Abba.
Sometimes I miss T.,
My tall artsy girlfriend who
Comes to visit me.
I don't miss Heidi.
We're fighting, but I can't seem
To remember why.
I like to believe
That I am a serious
Poetry artist.
***
When Megan saw that I was writing haiku, she jumped in on the action, too. Here's the best part: she did not see what I was writing about. These were what she came up with on her own. Great minds...
Jeremy, direct!
(A squeaky clean Chess version)
Are there John Wayne fans?
Treat weird people well.
If not, you will squirm and burn.
The prophet said so.
Phantom songs are nice
Unless they are on repeat.
Wait, I've heard this song!
Kleenex box on stand
Only one person used so far.
Are they too rough, huh?
Mission companions
Some can be real bums.
Don't tell their moms, though.
(Modified Haiku)
Heidi's in Dallas
Taryn's in lovely D.C.
Aja's in New York, New York.
Who's in Toledo?
***
Creepy, eh? Then Megan read mine, and came up with some responses to some of mine.
Oh, Jeremy, son.
Have mercy on Ms. Cather.
Blame UVSC.
Jeremy is mad.
Artsy girlfriends run away
To the CIA.
(Re: Heidi)
Call a truce you two
Share a cupcake and then
Chat on Facebook soon.
Irony is fun.
It rhymes with Jeremy, yo!
Pierce Brosnan can't sing.
Excitement around!
Megan would like to see Chess.
One night in Bangkok!
Aja lives in York -
The new one, not the old one.
Sometimes we miss her.
Megan teaches school,
Just like Anne of Green Gables -
But without red hair.
Sabbath day haiku
Can really enrich our lives
And keep us awake.
Willa Cather, puke,
Barf, wretch, vomit, up-chuck, hurl.
I've no love for her.
Pierce Brosnan should be
In a production of Chess.
He's "good" at Abba.
Sometimes I miss T.,
My tall artsy girlfriend who
Comes to visit me.
I don't miss Heidi.
We're fighting, but I can't seem
To remember why.
I like to believe
That I am a serious
Poetry artist.
***
When Megan saw that I was writing haiku, she jumped in on the action, too. Here's the best part: she did not see what I was writing about. These were what she came up with on her own. Great minds...
Jeremy, direct!
(A squeaky clean Chess version)
Are there John Wayne fans?
Treat weird people well.
If not, you will squirm and burn.
The prophet said so.
Phantom songs are nice
Unless they are on repeat.
Wait, I've heard this song!
Kleenex box on stand
Only one person used so far.
Are they too rough, huh?
Mission companions
Some can be real bums.
Don't tell their moms, though.
(Modified Haiku)
Heidi's in Dallas
Taryn's in lovely D.C.
Aja's in New York, New York.
Who's in Toledo?
***
Creepy, eh? Then Megan read mine, and came up with some responses to some of mine.
Oh, Jeremy, son.
Have mercy on Ms. Cather.
Blame UVSC.
Jeremy is mad.
Artsy girlfriends run away
To the CIA.
(Re: Heidi)
Call a truce you two
Share a cupcake and then
Chat on Facebook soon.
Irony is fun.
It rhymes with Jeremy, yo!
Pierce Brosnan can't sing.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Sabbath Poetry
Today in church, I had a visit from Aja and Megan. I would like to point out at this moment, that they had the choice to sit by me or by Holly, since Holly was stubborn and wouldn't come and sit on the side of the room with the cool kids. They chose me.
Probably the reason that they chose me was that church visits from Megan and Aja mean that my inner poet is released in the form of attention deficit in Sacrament meeting. I wrote 8 haiku for them, and they rather enjoyed them. It got me thinking: "where better to share my poetry than my blog?!" However, Aja has the ones I wrote today. So instead, I'll share the ones I wrote for Megan's birthday last year. I'll have you know, though, that the ones I wrote today were mostly inspired by actual phrases or topics that I heard from the Sacrament speakers. The paranthetical commentary/explanations between some poems is by none other than Megan, too (since I stole them from her Facebook note where she posted to immortalize them last year).
Birthdays are like cake
Well, I suppose not really
But you can eat it!
Birthday cake tango
We dance tonight for Megan
Don't step in the frosting!
Italian sodas
Drink to celebrate the joy
Which is called Megan
Megan makes brownies
I hope they're not "special" ones
It's the Sabbath, yo!
Megan's nice red shoes
Seem to me to be calling
"There's no place like home!"
(For Heidi)
Heidi, red viking
Conqueror of the Arctic
We claim as our friend.
(For Aja)
Aja drinks sodas
And sometimes gets quite tipsy
Dance, you monkey! Dance!
(The next refer to Katherine Hepburn)
Katherine, oh Katherine!
Calla lillies are blooming
Why don't you love me?
Katherine, my love
One day we'll be together
Darn that Spencer T!
(Explaining that the reuniting of the Spice Girls is one of the "signs of the times")
The end of the world
Is soon to be upon us
In the form of Spice.
(And finally, where does he find all the time to write these?)
Jeremy is bad
He has a hard time list'ning
In his Sunday School
Probably the reason that they chose me was that church visits from Megan and Aja mean that my inner poet is released in the form of attention deficit in Sacrament meeting. I wrote 8 haiku for them, and they rather enjoyed them. It got me thinking: "where better to share my poetry than my blog?!" However, Aja has the ones I wrote today. So instead, I'll share the ones I wrote for Megan's birthday last year. I'll have you know, though, that the ones I wrote today were mostly inspired by actual phrases or topics that I heard from the Sacrament speakers. The paranthetical commentary/explanations between some poems is by none other than Megan, too (since I stole them from her Facebook note where she posted to immortalize them last year).
Birthdays are like cake
Well, I suppose not really
But you can eat it!
Birthday cake tango
We dance tonight for Megan
Don't step in the frosting!
Italian sodas
Drink to celebrate the joy
Which is called Megan
Megan makes brownies
I hope they're not "special" ones
It's the Sabbath, yo!
Megan's nice red shoes
Seem to me to be calling
"There's no place like home!"
(For Heidi)
Heidi, red viking
Conqueror of the Arctic
We claim as our friend.
(For Aja)
Aja drinks sodas
And sometimes gets quite tipsy
Dance, you monkey! Dance!
(The next refer to Katherine Hepburn)
Katherine, oh Katherine!
Calla lillies are blooming
Why don't you love me?
Katherine, my love
One day we'll be together
Darn that Spencer T!
(Explaining that the reuniting of the Spice Girls is one of the "signs of the times")
The end of the world
Is soon to be upon us
In the form of Spice.
(And finally, where does he find all the time to write these?)
Jeremy is bad
He has a hard time list'ning
In his Sunday School
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