Song Rewrites

Revisions to "Jingle Bells"

Canned Cheddar Cheese

At a grocery store
I was bagging food all day
It was super slow
Till this man came in
He was so confused
And so he made us
When he asked us this question
Causing mass mayhem. OH!

Where's the cheese? Where's the cheese?
Cheddar cheddar cheese.
It's in a can, in a can
So tell me where it is. Hey!
Where's the cheese? Where's the cheese?
Cheddar cheddar cheese.
It's in a can, in a can
So tell me where it is. Hey!

Carpe Diem: If I Were to Pass On

If I were to pass on
In twenty-four short hours
I wouldn't shed one tear.
I'd simply grab my most
Favorite books; opening them
To my favorite chapters
And just read them one last time.
I'd then call up a friend.
I wouldn't inform them
Of my depressing fate.
We'd go shopping
And giggle about boys.
I would be sure to
Spend and hour or two
With my family,
Warming myself with their presence...
For one last time.
Two hours from
My parting time
I'll grab my little, red
Mp3 player and my favorite book;
Just reading and singing
Until my time is done.

Everyday Photo Poem (Hope)

Hope

Dark gray, light gray, just gray.
The intimidating, massive cotton balls
Creep along the sky,
Guarding the light,
Forbidding it to warm the earth.
A point of weakness
And light radiates in all directions
But it's still mostly hidden
By all the shades of gray.
The golden light escaping
Is an angelic choir,
It's like God opening the doors to Heaven.
Beautiful, magical, peaceful and hopeful.

Bitter-Sweet

A dress as dark blue as midnight
The end of it
Tickles the surface of the floor.
Her heals hide under that dress,
Secretly raising her up.
Her hair, as brown as chocolate,
Spirals down her spine.
She looks like she belongs
On a runway or a red carpet.
By her side he stands,
As tall as a tree.
Clothes as dark
As a moonless night.
The excitement radiates.
They are leaping
Into unknown waters together.
The fear plays peek-a-boo.
This night they took a risk.
A bitter-sweet memory,
She won't ever let it go;
It's a heartache now.

Wallowa, Oregon

A dip in the lake or rivers
Is more like a plunge into ice.
Picking wild huckleberries
Fresh, right off the bush
And eating them...
That's where I'm from.
Stopping at the only
Fast food stop in town
Burgers and chickenstrips
Are like candy for the nose.
Not a single traffic light-
Not one- in the whole county.
Beating drums heard
From a quarter of a mile away
Helping me to sleep.
I miss the grainy dirt
Of Grandma's vast garden.
I miss the openess
And seeing every single star at night.
I miss those mountains-
Especially the one that looks
Like Chief Joseph.
I miss Tick Hill
Looming over the town.
The thing I hear most
When I go there now
Is "Is that you?
My, how you've grown!"
I miss my tiny
Tourist attraction county,
Hillbilly Hell.
I miss my home,
It's history.
I miss Wallowa, Oregon.

Favorite Poem from "Sound and Sense"

To a Daughter Leaving Home
By Linda Pastan

When I taught you
at eight to ride
a bicycle, loping along
beside you
as you wobbled away
on two round wheels,
my own mouth rounding
in surprise when you pulled
ahead down the curved
path of the park,
I kept waiting
for the thud
of your crash as I
sprinted to catch up,
while you grew
smaller, more breakable
with distance,
pumping, pumping
for your life, screaming
with laughter,
the hair flapping
behind you like a
handkerchief waving
goodbye.

Paston, Linda. "To a daughter leaving home." Sound and Sense.Thomson Wadsworth, 2005.

New Year's Eve

Junky, Chunky
Fattening, filling.
Noisy sparks of various hues
Silly feet tapping out nonsense
gatherings of drunk and not
Mistakes are forgotten
Pick yourself up and try again.

Gabcast! Kayla Poetry #1