Poems By Kasidy

Prologue

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 20 Dec 2010 15:31:00 +0000

Time is only but an illusion
that causes us beings stress.
When the time "runs out"
all is still well.
For, illusions cannot "run out"
they can only be "figured out."
And even then,
they can still be done.
The only thing you are then really out of
is the pressure
yet the thrill.
But, maybe time has exceptions.
For when the time "runs out" . . .
that's where the thrill and pressure
really begin.

River Flow

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 02:59:00 +0000

(I wrote this poem while overlooking the Columbia River in the Columbia River Gorge outside of Portland)

The sound of the river in my ear
Takes away my breath, the bad, and the fear
The flowers surround it
Surround me and the view
To know that it's safe
Calming and true
The sun shines around me
As all the trees sway
In the breeze of the river
We see here today
The day is here
But stopped in the mind
As the river is flowing
Front, side, and behind
The boats are floating
And jetting across
You must keep on moving
But you want to pause
In the warmth of the sun
The breeze brings a shiver
But it's calm and quiet
In the flow of the river

The Very Dramatic Answer

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 23:32:00 +0000

Teacher:

"You, right there, desk 4, row 3,
classroom 194 AC."

Kid in desk 4, row 3:

"The answer to the question,
'V minus 1 B Q L T . . .
plus M over 7 S P V . . .
divided by Q N L 4 7 . . .
minus 1 22 L 4 eleven . . .
times 6 point 5 N R U . . .
9 point 6 M 2 4 Q'

IS . . .

7 4 7 M R Q B
M R O N S U V!"

Teacher:

"That is the right answer, no matter how insane.
But, dear little boy . . . I just wanted your name!"

Bumbo

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 23:27:00 +0000

I know, I know, it's "bumble" but this is a special bee! Enjoy!

Bumbo Bee
Can you see me?
In your hive up in a tree
Would you like to come for tea?
Or, do you want to just make honey
If you change your mind, here's my house key
I will wait and watch TV
Don't go, don't go!
Don't fly away from me!
I will miss your company.
Goodbye. Goodbye.
Dear Bumbo Bee.

The Soda Song

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 23:16:00 +0000

Summer is here. Finally. I sponsor soda. Ha ha! Enjoy!

Shake it up and here we go
Sizzle, fizzle, overflow
It can come in a bottle
It can come in a can
It's bubbly, it's bubbly
It's soda, man!

Take a sip--it's sweet and tarty
Now what's that sound? Your mouth's havin' a party
10 good drinks? It's at the top!
It's soda pop! It's soda pop!

You need a drink on a hot summer's day
You need soda, soda hear me say!
But drink it all at once or you'll say, "rats!"
'Cause your bottle of soda will go kinda flat.

It goes good with everything--the old and the new
You can have it with breakfast, lunch, and dinner too!
Drink some soda like you should
Any kind of soda will do you good

So drink it today, nothin' can really go wrong
And now, you've heard the soda song!

Word.

St. Patrick's Day Song

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 23:09:00 +0000

I found this poem in my messy desk at school and forgot I had it from St. Patrick's Day. Better late than never.

Once upon a time
in a land of green
in a land of hills
and a clovery scene

From a fantasy story
our ancestors told
where at the end of each rainbow
you would find a pot of gold

With the sunny sky
and the rivers of glass
there lived some leprechauns
I'm tellin' you lass

Leprechauns play
on St. Patrick's Day!

Fridge Poem

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 08 May 2009 14:29:00 +0000

Explore a willing time of wisdom
In whispers of a heart's desire.

Happy

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 21 Apr 2008 19:54:00 +0000

I see . . . with love
I read . . . with imagining
I dream . . . with thought
I have . . . with little want
I wish . . . with magic
I am happy

Take a Walk

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 03 Apr 2008 01:53:00 +0000

When you are walking with a friend
It seems as time will never end
Never end. Never end. Never end.

But if the time's just right
And it's a beautiful night
The stars will keep twinklin'.
Twinklin'. Twinklin'. Twinklin'.

I hear that if you take a walk
It can be better than climbing the tallest rock
I tried it once with my best friend
And it seemed as if time would never end
Never end. Never end. Never end.

So take a walk
Go ahead my friend.

If you like this poem and creative things, you can visit my friend Randy's blog and read about other creative things every Wednesday at Watercooler Wednesday.

Candy Village

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 27 Feb 2008 18:15:00 +0000

What if there was such a place . . .
Towers made of muffin glaze
House were giant cakes
No such thing as bellyaches
Dollies made of lollipops
Rain was gumdrops
Taffy dresses with bubble gum lace
What if there was such a place?

What Poetry Can Mean

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 14 Feb 2008 04:04:00 +0000

Last week we visited the future sight of Kalein Artist Development Center with the cre:ate crew in Nashville. I wrote this poem for Randy Elrod--the dreamer of Kalein.

"What Poetry Can Mean"
For Randy Elrod the Dreamer of Kalein

One day I dream of poetry,
what poetry can mean.
I listen and I lean.
As if beauty were a calling,
as if the sky so smoothly falling.
I take a step with gentle care
but the ground just turned to air.
Everything I see turns to gold.
With a pen in my hand I write
as the pages flip fold by fold.
I write each word like a steady weave.
I felt like the words in my head would not leave.
I now know what poetry can mean
all because of wonderful Kalein.

Jobs, Jobs, Jobs!

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 28 Dec 2007 20:59:00 +0000

I could be a ballerina one day
I could really put on a play
I could run and jump and prance
I could really start to dance
I could be a ballerina one day!

I could be the president one day
For all my meals I wouldn't have to pay
I would march and salute
I would wear a nice silk suit
I could be the president one day!

I could be a gardener one day
I could have lots of fresh flowers in May
I could water, I could plant
Even though I'd start to pant
I could be a gardener one day!

I could be an astronaut one day
To go up is my only way
Up there in the sky
I could float and I could fly
I could be an astronaut one day!

Mommy Song

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 18 Dec 2007 02:35:00 +0000

I love my mommy and mommy loves me
We are a special, happy family
I love her and love her and love her and love
I wonder if it hurt when she fell from above

Santa's Surprise

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 18 Dec 2007 02:29:00 +0000

I wrote this poem tonight while sitting on my Mommy's lap. She wrote it down for me.

Once upon a time
In Jackson, “M.I.”
When all the kids were tucked in their beds
With caps on their heads
A girl named Elizabeth heard a strange sound
Coming from the rooftop—a tap and a pound
She got out of bed and went through the hall
Crept around the corner and then heard a call
Then she heard another sound
When two feet hit the fireplace ground
With big tall black boots and fine curly laces
Next came a bag of nicely laced cases
Then there was light and this light was red
“How is that, Santa?” a squeaky voice said
“Very good, Rudolph! Thanks for the light.
Tonight was real super! We had a great flight.”
Elizabeth stared at the fireplace and before she could count
A man with a beard and a snowcap stepped out
Elizabeth gasped and ran to her room
But it didn’t take long—she came back soon
Then what she saw was not what she thought
The cookies and milk were not in their spot
Santa wasn’t there and the red light was gone
Elizabeth sighed ‘cause something felt wrong
She went back to bed and had a small pause
Then what she said was, “Goodnight Santa Claus!”

The Snack

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 13 Dec 2007 19:35:00 +0000

Once I ate a can of something
I didn't know what it was
I guess whatever was in it
Had a little bit of fuzz
It also had a bit of funk
A little something that smelled like skunk
I didn't really like it but I was satisfied
My brother said he liked it but I really think he lied

No Day is Perfect

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 13 Oct 2007 18:54:00 +0000

Every day in my world--
There's a single drop of rain
Like the real world, a day is never perfect--
There might be a smudge or stain
Some days can be close to perfect
In a world you can think of a rainbow
Or a rain cloud
Its your choice to select

Open Mind

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 10 Oct 2007 21:10:00 +0000

In some place you know of, you have an open mind
Have a good day and a bad day to push behind
Someday yours will come to you
Your imagination will see you through
So, let go of the chain--open your mind
Open the world in you that's so wonderful and kind

Outer Space

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 10 Oct 2007 21:06:00 +0000

Outer Space--I love that place
That's where I want to go
Three days? Oh, my! I didn't know
That rocket ship goes way too slow
I need to go and fix it
I'll need a paper clip and twixit
Some paste and tape and maybe glue
Oh, yes. That's what I'll do!

The Monster in my Closet

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 17 Aug 2007 12:55:00 +0000

The monster in my closet
I can see his two big eyes
He’s probably there all day—all night
Just hiding in disguise
Oh! This gives me quite a fright
Mommy! Mommy, hold me tight!
When I’m sleeping he can tear out my hair!
Thank goodness . . . it’s my teddy bear!

Food

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 30 Jul 2007 18:18:00 +0000

Food can be yummy or old
Food can be good or covered with mold
Food can be hard or easy to hold
Some food is bad for you (like salty things I am told)
Food can be all colors—red, green and gold
Food can be weak and food can be bold
Food can be hot and food can be cold
If you work at a store you get cash because all that food is sold!

The Cricket Parade

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 30 Jul 2007 18:00:00 +0000

Once there was a cricket parade
They heard a band so they sat in the shade
With the music so calm, then so loud!
Making the crickets proud, proud, proud.
But the music got so slow
The crickets starting chirping because . . . I think we all know

Here We Come Chicago

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 30 Jul 2007 15:40:00 +0000

(I wrote this poem on the train ride to Chicago. I don't know why I put the line about kiwi. I guess it makes it kinda funny)

My mom is drooling.
Can she see me?
This is way too serious to me.
Maybe next year we can go to Tennessee.
But, wait a minute!
We’re allergic to kiwi. Or are we?
This is fun. This is cool.
My brother is sleeping—he’s covered with drool.
My dad is sleeping. Or is he dead?
I don’t know. Yeah! He moved his head.
Can you see the lake in it?
They have delicious food like bubba gump shrimp.
Yes siree! Tee hee. Let me see.
There’s big bright lights!
It’s really big.
We’re going to Chicago.
It’s right there, can’t you see?
Let me tell you about her, yes siree!
Hello shopping spree!

Someone is Coming!

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 30 Jul 2007 15:39:00 +0000

Listen good—listen clear
Listen . . . someone’s coming near
Are they over the mountains?
Are they over the hills?
Are they hiding behind the wagon wheels?
Are they through the trees?
Oh! Hold me tight!
I now wonder . . . are they in our sight?
I hear a honk . . . look, there they are!
Oh my goodness! It’s my dad in his car!

The Sky Band

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 30 Jul 2007 15:38:00 +0000

The sky band is very slow
There are no colors—white as snow
The teddy bear is on his drums
The monkey man can point his thumbs
My friend sees planes and so do I
And a bug on a leaf—maybe he’ll fly
I see some bees—okay, only one
My friend sees five
And I see the sun!

Do-Do-Do

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 30 Jul 2007 15:38:00 +0000

Some people don’t believe that I can fly
Some people just want to touch the sky
Some believe I’m a sweetheart
Do-do-do
Kick it up at noon at the rodeo
I’ll put on a wonderful show
I’ll round ‘em up, I’ll touch the sky
I’ll crack this nut and walk on by
Some people believe I can’t climb a tree
Some people just keep starring at me
Do-do-do