Poems by SkinnyGreenMan

[SkinnyGreenMan]

Well, I suppose it's time to add my poems to greengames. I haven't done much poem writing in the past (in fact... this is all the poem writing I've done that I can remember), so they might be pretty simple compaired to what you guys are writing. Right now, I only have two to post. The're named "Twilight" and "Life of a Pencil". Hope you enjoy them!

Twilight:

There is a light that's darkness too,
That mixes both the day and night.
It holds a charm for old and new,
Nearly all appriciate the sight.

To see it, one must know its trend,
With this, it always has been keen.
It holds the day at either end,
Only then can it be seen.

~Twilight by SkinnyGreenMan

Life of a Pencil:

Most of us don't realize
What life is like through a pencil's eyes.
The more we write, the more it dies
For us, it makes this sacrifice.

But do not be sad for this device,
It has no will of otherwise
Its purpose it does not disguise
It is here to write, until demise

~Life of a Pencil by SkinnyGreenMan

[The Deecho]

I love the pencil one!!! Twilight is good too, but I have to say the pencil one is my favorite of the two!! Very good.

[Dragondrake]

Yes. Life of a pencil is sweet!

[NightStarFairy]

Hahaha... life of a pencil is great!

[naughtyelf]

i enjoyed reading both of them, but the life of a pencil was a very creative idea scott. i've never really been much into poetry, but these were fun.

[SkinnyGreenMan]

I've got four more to post now. The first one was written by Dom and I together.

Plan "B":

I've just descovered that
my plan is doomed to fail.
I'll have to take plan "B"
In order not to bail.
But knowing me, I'm unprepared.
My thoughts, they do set sail,
To find myself a better plan...
One that will prevail.

~Plan "B" by SkinnyGreenMan and Iornor

The Cookie Jar:

The cookie jar is empty,
and I'm the one to blame.
I stole the cookies one by one,
It was my little game.
Maybe no one will notice,
But is it all the same?
To clear my concious, I must confess
The reality of my shame.

~The Cookie Jar by SkinnyGreenMan

Dr. Wilbur Wong Ming:

My name is Dr. Wilbur Wong Ming
And I'm here to announce a desease.
I'll bring to you one subtle warning,
That it's transfered by eating green peas.

This desease, you might say, is a deadly one,
Though it's symptoms are really quite few.
You might be outside, having some fun,
When a stampede of cows runs at you.

The medical team up at the research towers
Calls this desease "Cow-attackta-mumbo-jumbo-idus".
To cure it, you need magic powers
Even if only the slightest.

~Dr. Wilbur Wong Ming by SkinnyGreenMan



The last one is different. It's written to describe the outline of one of my fantasy story ideas. Basicly, I'm considering using this poem on the back cover of the book to describe it, instead of using a standard plot teaser. Actually, this might be a good test to see if it's descriptive enough to be a back cover, or if you're left not quite understanding what it means (note: this is a completely different story then the one i've alerady written) . Anyway, the book is called "The Midnight Forest", but the poem is called "The Forest at the Edge of the Universe".

The Forest at the Edge of the Universe:

Reality is relitive --
Holding meanins seldom seen
For there are sections of reality
Where none of us have been.

Filling up the tiny void
Between reality and thought,
Serving as the road
Between what is and what is not,

There is a place -- a world,
An alternate existance.
In many ways akin to ours,
But yet there is a difference.

For in this place to which
The universe is tied,
There is a land where cultures
Of humanity reside.

They call this land "The Midnight Forest",
For never is there day.
You may be wondering how to get there.
I tell you, there's a way.

Certen special people
With certian special gifts,
Find that when they're sleeping
Their minds are set adrift

To breach the tiny void
Between reality and thought
To travel down the road
Between what is and what is not

To wonder though the blackness
Of this alternate reality
Following a trail
From their world of normality

Traveling away,
Until at last they see
The dark and silent forest,
Where they remain to be

Until their body wakes,
And calls the back to the height
Of the universe -- Of planet Earth
Where they stay until tomorow night.

~The Forest at the Edge of the Universe by SkinnyGreenMan

Does that work well for a good back cover? Basicly, the story idea is there are these people who, when they go to sleep, arrive in another world (in a dream-like state) . The bad guy is one of these people, so they good guys are trying to stop him from doing "bad guy things" in the dream-like world, and also trying to find him in the real world (earth). The book kind of ends up hopping back and forth, as the main character sleeps 1/3 of the day and stays awake the other 2/3 .

[Dragondrake]

Interesting thought, especially with the last one. It might make an interesting teaser.

As for the other poems... well, let's just say I'm never eating peas again. ^_^

[egyptiankiwi]

I like them all. i'm not really in a mood to pick favorites right now hehe.

Isn't it about time for more poems to be posted? *hint to everyone*...

[SkinnyGreenMan]

Well... This next one isn't quite a "poem". It's a parody of a song. If you haven't seen the musical Wicked, then this song probably won't mean a whole lot to you. It's a parody of the song "Popular" from Wicked.

Anyway... I had a bit of trouble with it, as Popular was a fairly tightly woven song (I had to rhyme each line with whatever word they'd used in Popular). Here it is...



Binoculars:

Whenever I see someone, who has the ordinary eye,
And let's face it, most do... I really wonder why?
Your vision range is sad and strange indeed.
I may look like I'm from Jupiter,
But the things I see, are not a blur
I know, I know... Exactly, what I see.

I never put them in their case...
In fact, they've never ever left my face.
Don't worry! I am not one filled with greed...
I see you're in need.
You... will... have...

Binoculars!
You're gonna have binocu-ulars.
I'll show you the proper place
For your vision range,
Little glasses for out-of-house.
And!
I'll show you how to be aware
No need to stop and stare
You can see from far away with these...

Binoculars!
I'll give you binocu-ulars
You'll know how to resort,
To see with this glass-lens port,
You'll be a big golf pro.
So let's start,
'Cause these things, they just don't grow.

Don't be offended by the gas tank - all of this:
"Made in Alabama and right now my name is Chris"
Written on the side; you see, right now I do insist
No, it's not a visor!
They just make things brighter!
It really comes down to...

Binoculars!
I know about binocu-ulars.
When I was only three,
I wore them out to ski!
Let me tell you a little more...
Well, or...
There's nothing that can stop you
With these-a-new binoculers... lars...

Mwa! Ha! Mwa! Ha!
I'm gonna give you binoc-u-lars!

When I see through this, it reaches
All the way across the beaches
It reminds me and it makes me laugh
Of - all - these
Astronomers who met their fate,
Unable to be very great.
Did they lack brains or knowledge?
Don't make me laugh...

They need BINOCULARS!
Please!
It's all about Binoculars!
It's not about aptitude,
It's the way you view!
It's not so rude to have,
Very big binoculars
like ME!

[aiedail]

That's awesome!!!! I love it!! ;D