~~ Poèmes et Délires ~~

“Missing”

I’ve hunted near, I’ve hunted far
I even looked inside my car.
I’ve lost my glasses, I’m in need,
To have them now so I can read.
I loudly swear and I curse
Did I leave them in my purse?
Are they behind the sofa, under the bed?
Oh there they are—on my head!

by Anne Scott

My Kitten Is a Ninja

My kitten is a ninja.
He wears a black disguise.
He sneaks up on me stealthily
and takes me by surprise.

I never hear him coming.
He doesn’t make a peep.
He hides, then glides in silently
and makes a flying leap.

I don’t know why he does it.
The reason isn’t clear.
He simply likes to tackle me
then swiftly disappear.

I wish that he was normal
and didn’t act like that.
My life would be so different if
I had an average cat.

I’d play with him, and pet him,
and treat him gingerly.
Instead, whenever he’s around
I get a ninjury.

— Kenn Nesbitt

Don’t Go Into the Library

The library is dangerous—
Don’t go in. If you do

You know what will happen.
It’s like a pet store or a bakery—

Every single time you’ll come out of there
Holding something in your arms.

Those novels with their big eyes.
And those no-nonsense, all muscle

Greyhounds and Dobermans,
All non-fiction and business,

Cuddly when they’re young,
But then the first page is turned.

The doughnut scent of it all, knowledge,
The aroma of coffee being made

In all those books, something for everyone,
The deli offerings of civilization itself.

The library is the book of books,
Its concrete and wood and glass covers

Keeping within them the very big,
Very long story of everything.

The library is dangerous, full
Of answers. If you go inside,

You may not come out
The same person who went in.

Alberto Ríos
1952

A NOTE TO THE MOTH WHO ATE MY SWEATER

I hope that you are feeling better
now that you are full of sweater.
But, frankly, don't you think it's rude
to use my clothes as common food?
I'd rather share my bread and rolls
than deal with sweaters full of holes.
The next time you intend to dine
on sweaters that are clearly mine,
I must insist -- call you to task --
don't take a bite unless you ask.
By now, I think you surely know
the answer is a big, loud,
NO!

Oh, d'accord :)

“Dessert Last”

Tell me what you think,
About dessert coming last.
Once we’ve eaten such a big course,
There’s no room for dessert’s extra mass.

Dessert is the favourite of all meals,
The one we all look forward to.
So yummy and mouth watering,
I can’t bear to miss out on this too.

In life there are things that can’t be done,
Or have to be put on hold.
Sometimes dessert is just like that,
Disappointment and feeling uncontrolled.

But it doesn’t have to be like that.
Missing out on something good is the worst.
We all know life is too short,
So let’s eat our dessert first!

by Julie Hebert