Fizzing up inside me
Ready to come out
The giggles built inside me
Come pouring out!
Whenever he says something nice
About my clothes, or my hair
I get the giggles, suffice
To say he is still standing there
I try to compress my giggles,
But they will not be stopped!
The tears of laughter in my eyes
They need to be mopped
Oh how I wish he would reach out and brush them away
Hold me close and he would pray
That would be together day after day
But until then
I'll always have the
GIGGLES!
(tee hee)

 
I'm sitting in the testing room,
I have finished my whole exam,
After a while I listen,
I hear a loud,
BANG!!!!

It is just a bottle on the floor,
just like last time,
and now this time the sound is just a,
PING!

It is just a pencil on the floor,
just like last time,
and now this time the sound is a,
CLONG!

It is just a chair on the floor,
just like last time,
and I can't even concentrate,
to make my poem better.

I ask myself I'd rather some voices,
than all these creeching sounds,
what is the point of no talking,
if....

a chair is creeching,
a bottle is falling,
a pencil keeps falling on the floor,
a person is wriggling,
a person has hiccups,
a person is struggling,
a person is drawing,
a pencil is creeching when it draws,
a bottle is rattling when it falls,
WHAT IS THIS CLASS???
 

 
What is a poem?
How does it have to be?
What is a good poem to you?
What is not?

A poem can Rhyme,
a poem can have a rythm,
a poem can have similies,
a poem can have metaphors.
A poem can be like a story,
a poem can be like a song,
a poem can have quotation marks,
all of these belong.

A poem doesn't need to Rhyme,
a poem doesn't need a Rythm,
a poem doesn't need any similies,
a poem doesn't need any mataphors.
A poem doesn't need to be like a story,
a poem doesn't need to be like a song,
a poem doesn't need quotation marks,
all of these belong.

A poem can express your feelings,
and sometimes it may not,
A poem can explain what you are feeling and thinking,
and sometimes it may not,
But everything belongs.

A poem that rhymes,
may be funnier,
A poem that has rythm,
may be easier.

But all of those suggestions a poem can be,
they all can be a poem.

There is no poem that is not a poem,
and there is no poem that I don't imagine it to be a poem.

Everything is possible.

 Something new,
it has to happen,
something good,
it has to too.

If we continue polluting,
If we continue wasting water,
If we contine killing animals,
There'll be nothing left.

Not you,
nor me,
nor anybody in my family.

None of us will be here.

This is not nature,
the world wasn't made for this.

Without nature nobody will live.

Right now Nature is sick. 
If we don't stand up and cure her,
we'll die too.

So what are we doing,
are we all suiciding ourselfs?

Let's get some work done,
we need something new.

We need to start again,
from the very beginning.

Because this is not nature,
and Nature is sick.

We need something new,
And something good has to happen.

 
I met a woman once on a street and this is how she spoke:
" I was on a train, 
on a trip to spain,
when I forgot my brain,
(it was such a pain),
so I went on a plane,
and it started to rain,
But instead I got sent to Ukraine"

I met a police officer once on the police station and this is how he spoke:
"Peace, don't call the police,
for a crime that is just a waste of time!"
and,
"I was talking to a woman on a train to spain,
So, what is wrong with your brain?"
and,
"Yes this is a waste of time,
because this crime is just a mime,
and that a poem that doesn't rhyme,
isn't a crime."

I met an engineer on a meeting and and this is how he spoke:
 "This prehistoric, 
organic,
mosaic you have at home,
it is terrific!
But this tragic,
elastic,
historic,
and plastic computer,
is Horrific!
But my mettalic,
electric,
public,
attic is much more automatic than yours."

I once met an architect and this is how he spoke:
"Yesterday I rolled a dice,
it was as hard as a cube of ice,
but then when I saw a bunch or mice,
I would have taken my friends advice,
and not eaten the bowl of rice,
that was awfully covered with lice,
(that happened twice or trice),
and that wasn't very nice."

I once met a Rhyme,
and it is the one you are reading now.