Washing Machine Poem

It may seem to you like all I think about these days is poetry, but I do promise I do have other things on my mind as well!I just seem to be finding a lot of funny/inspirational poems lately. I should actually put up some of my own stuff one of these days. Anyhow, today I have found an interesting poem about "Mrs. Brown" and her washing machine. (I am writing my own poem about a washing machine too, but it is a bit shorter in length and written in a different way.)

The Washing Machine

Mrs. Brown was quite ecstatic
About her brand new automatic.
Filled it up near to the brim,
Slipped on the soap and fell right in.

She was really on the go
Jerking wildly to and fro,
Water gurgling, rushing, flowing,
Shirts and sheets all to and fro-ing.

There among the suds and bubbles,
She reflected on her troubles.
Considered that she'd never been so,
Pushed around so much by Rinso.

So there and then, she promptly planned,
To change and use a kinder brand.
Because the water too was hot,
She'd change to Cold Power, like as not.

While Mrs Brown was cogitating,
With all her bits and bobs vibrating,
Arms and legs and dirty socks
Tangled up in soapy knots.
Her inside organs disarranged,
Quite suddenly, the cycle changed.

Now Mrs. Brown was all a-whirl.
Indeed a very home-spun girl,
Spun and sprayed to make her whiter,
In places that did not excite her,
And areas that had attention,
She doesn't even care to mention.

So Mrs. Brown is quite convinced
That to be spun and deeply rinsed,
Not once, but twice, will quite suffice
To keep her undies looking nice.
But, before they go to wash,
She thinks she'd rather take them off.

© 1955-2006 John Pickersgill

http://evenyet.net/pick/alltitles/washingmachine.htm



I might let you guys read my washing machine poem, after it is marked. I may still need to make some more changes to it.

Apple Pie

I've been trying to finish a couple of poetry assignments today. Whilst browsing the Internet today I found this yummy poem about apple pie! I have just finished a lovely slice of apple pie which was made by my Grandad, who used to be a pastry chef. :) What I particularly like about this poem is the form of the poem, the way it is shaped into a vase in the middle, and the way the writer makes apple pie sound absolutely scrumptious- which it is!

Apple Pie

Up to my eyes in cooking apples.
A bountiful harvest from
a friend’s orchard garden.
Coring and peeling,
(time stealing)
Cut into large chunks,
simmer gently, lightly sweetened.

Mmmm, what an odour
It makes the mouth water!

Up to my elbows in apple pie pastry,
careful to use a very light touch
must keep it nice and flaky.
How many will I make,
a couple of dozen?
Only one for Eric
cos he’s diabetic,
two for Margaret and Reg,
(she gave me some veg.)
and maybe Heidi and Matt,
they would like one or two.
A dozen for the Coffee Morning
to fund our local Air Ambulance.
Got to find room in the freezer too,
to keep Jim supplied, while I’m away!
Oh dear, have I kept one for me?
Roll out the pastry and fit to the dish,
Fill with apple and top with a lid.
Crimp the edges, sugar the tops,
then bake in the oven until
a rich golden brown.

Mmmm, what an odour
It makes the mouth water!

Serve with Devonshire cream
or one scoop (or three!)
of real Cornish ice-cream.
Mmmm. the odour has taste
and its very more-ish.
So what - if it goes to my waist!
Forget about diets and pass me that dish!

Jackie S Brooks ©
3^rd September 2003

http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewPoetry.asp?id=77261

Smells like Poetry!

I found this poem just now @ http://www.poetry4kids.com/poem-452.html as I was pondering how to insert some smells into my poem about the Murray River.

I think it is quite clever!

My Nostril Smells Awesome

My nostril smells awesome inside of my nose,
a bit like the bloom of a newly-picked rose.
It started this morning--I couldn't say why--
and all day it's smelled like banana cream pie.

It has the aroma of freshly-baked bread
with hot melted butter and blackberry spread,
and maybe the breeze of a warm afternoon,
that follows a thunderstorm early in June.

It smells like a pine forest, right by a lake,
and chocolate chip cookies my mom likes to bake,
like kettle corn pop-popping over a fire,
and laundry, the moment it's out of the dryer.

My nostril smells awesome, so I have a plan
to sit and enjoy it as long as I can.
Don't ask how it happened; I really can't say.
Perhaps it's my finger that's smelling this way.

--Kenn Nesbitt

Copyright © 2009 Kenn Nesbitt
All Rights Reserved

Positive poetry

I've been looking for some positive poetry today from which to source some inspiration for my poetry assignment.

I found the following link which has lots of different poems, haven't read them all as I was just having a quick browse before I go to work.

http://asandboxgreeting.com/sbmisc.html

However I did find one in particular that I like about hands. The music on the site is a bit strange though. :S

http://asandboxgreeting.com/thesehandspm.html

Fear of Failure

My biggest obstacle is my fear of failure. In everything I do, where ever I go, I'm always afraid of failing something or disappointing someone, worst of all myself. This has hindered me a lot in life- I hold back instead of embracing it with open arms. I know that despite my failures that God will always take me back, so I should feel free... but it doesn't always make the feelings go away.

I guess it's just another excuse not to do work, not to start for fear that my writing won't be good enough. I compare myself to others too much, but that's the problem with perfectionism, you are never satisfied.

This song by Jason Gray has really helped me this last fortnight though, and makes me feel better despite my many shortcomings. It's called: Remind me who I am.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eKyY8zfjBMQ&ob=av2e

This is a poem I wrote last year, about my 3 week trip to India in 2009.

Indian Rhythms

Spice fills the air.

I smell new flavours

as I drink in the excitement.

Drums beat in

different timing.

A Punjabi singer’s voice

lingers through my ears.

I taste Gulab Jamun,

I feel water beneath my feet.

I am at a temple.

Colours whirl in the streets

and people dance with fervour.

Celebrate the new

bride and groom,

To be married in 2 days.

I see money, celebration,

lights and jewellery everywhere.

But the people stare at a new attraction.

They stare at me.

“What is that white girl doing here?” They ask themselves.

A young white girl in India.

©Katherine Cox 2011

Happy New Year!

2012 has officially arrived. I'm not usually one to make resolutions because I hardly ever stick to them, but this year I have some goals I would like to try to stick to...

1. Read my bible for a few minutes everyday. This may not always happen but I figured I should try seeing as how I have never read the whole way through it yet!

2.Find time to write for 20-30 minutes everyday. No matter what it is, whether it is a blog post, a short story, ideas for a story or a poem etc.

3.Include time to revise my English and grammar skills by reading resource books on how to improve my skills or researching on the Internet, and also reviewing some of my previous TAFE course books.

4. Paint a painting. I usually like to paint realistically using symbolism. I haven't painted anything for a long time so this could be a challenge.

Well, they are my goals. Not sure if I will stick to them but I'll see how I go. :P