Birthday Eve
by Nadine Cranenburgh
My presents are boxed up all brightly
I’m not sleepy, not even slightly
When I hear my dad snore
I’ll unwrap three or four
Then wrap them back up again tightly
My presents are boxed up all brightly
I’m not sleepy, not even slightly
When I hear my dad snore
I’ll unwrap three or four
Then wrap them back up again tightly
By Angelique Brandt (14)
Waiting is the hardest part
Wondering if it’s going to start
Wondering what will be
Wondering if he will be there for me
Sleepless nights
Have to hold on tight
Don’t know what is going to happen
Hope it will be alright
The road to the hospital is long
But you have to stay strong
Seeing him lying there
Everything seems bare
Then everything is okay
And I can breathe again
And the weight is off my shoulders
And the sun is shining again
And he is there for me
Like he said he would be.
You know
when you walk on a bush track at noon
the birds are hushed by heat
but down near your feet leaves rustle
and you smile to yourself
because another creature is near
it’s like that
You know
when you feel grumpy for days
nothing’s right and you don’t know why
then it shifts and fat drops of rain
kiss the dust on the pavement
the air is alive with possibilities
just before the water roars down
it’s like that
You know
when you get an ear worm
three or more words together
that tease you so much
you can’t get them out of your head
Sometimes it lasts for years
it’s like that
You know
when you ride barefoot in winter
and your feet slip off the pedals
and you stub your toes
the pain takes your breath away
it’s like that
You know
when your old best friend tells
their new best friend
your deepest, secret shame
and now everyone knows
Then, a universe away,
the cold coal of rage
becomes a diamond rhyme
it’s like that
You know
when you wake up from a dream
so luminous you rush to catch it
and though it slips through your net of words
the moth dust left behind on the mesh
glows softly for years to come
it’s like that
You know it’s like that
You know it’s like that
You know it’s like that
don’t you?
(Originally published in the US by Cicada, Vol 14, no 3, 2011 and later republished in Fremantle Press Performance Poets, 2013)
Bing bang wallopy boom
The marching band came in my room
Round and round and round my bed
Pounding pounding in my head
Bing bang wallopy boom
The marching band marched out my room
I never heard another peep
I closed my eyes and fell asleep
At Gran’s I have an awesome time
but when it rains and pours
I’d love to go and splash outside
and Gran keeps me indoors
‘Some kinds of rain don’t bother me’
says Grandma when I mope
‘Not every downpour spoils my day
umbrellas help me cope’
‘But there’s one kind of rain I hate
when I’ve forgot my ’brolly
and if get caught out in it
it makes me mad, by golly’
‘Gran, what’s this rain that gets your goat
and makes your humour fail
could it be the driving drops
that come before the hail?’
‘No that’s not it, I don’t mind those’
Gran answers with a frown
‘I don’t mind hail or sleet or snow
they never get me down’
‘So what?’ I ask, ‘What rain is this
that makes your undies twist?’
‘You really want to know?’ asks Gran
‘I’ll tell, since you insist’
‘The rain I hate and deeply loathe
is drizzle, feather-light
It soaks me so, I’ll catch my death
don’t laugh dear, I just might!’
‘But Gran,’ I say, ‘it’s drizzling now
please come outside with me
Put on your gumboots, coat and hat
we’ll have a ball, you’ll see!’
I splished and sploshed and mucked about
Gran laughed and joined in too
Then Gran said, ‘Well, that wasn’t bad’
and I said,
‘AR
-TI
-SHOO!’
Hey you!
Stop staring at me like that!
Yeah, you!
I don’t like the way
You’re looking at me…
With your beady little eyes
And that sad cry of yours.
It doesn’t fool me,
Not one little bit.
Hey! Don’t you come any closer!
No way, pal, you’re just
Asking for trouble.
C’mon, quit your begging.
I know your type.
I’ll give you one,
And then all of your
Mates show up,
Demanding more…
Ah, no, cut with the crying.
Okay, then, maybe just one little…
Hot, salty, crunchy chip.
Aghhhhhh!!!!!
Under a canopy of fig trees
we pass a busker, watch his hands dance
over the surface of the drum and hear
music— soft, warm, bright.
Honey sounds that take us past the
food stalls and hot Afghani bread filled
with leeks and onion. I follow behind a girl
who carries a white Persian cat. Its pampered
face peers over her shoulder at me.
The Terrible Tale of Lazy Fred who Starved to Death.
From Aesop’s Fable: The Grasshopper and the Ants.
Grasshopper Fred.
Dark green
Stripes of yellow
Could be seen.
Fred loved to
Hop!
Hop!
Hop!
In the warm summer sun!
Hopping!
Hopping!
Hopping!
Just so much fun!
Ants!
Ants!
Ants!
Small, busy and black.
Never the ones to slack!
Work!
Work!
Work!
Never the ones to shirk!
Fred said:
Why do you work all day?
I would rather play!
The Ants gave their reply:
We work in the summer heat.
We gather food to eat.
We store our winter Supply.
Without food we will die!
Winter came with frost and snow.
Where will poor Fred go?
The ants have locked their door!
Food?
Food?
Food?
No food anymore!
Poor Fred!
Stone dead!
What a marvelous treat!
Sausage rolls.
With grasshopper meat!
Providence U3A: March 16th 2015
Prudence Marsh is the nom-de-plume of the U3A DIY Poetry Group
It’s a topsy turvy kind of day
My head is in a spin
What’s down is up, what’s up is down
I’m neither out nor in
I’ll try on lots of outfits
and brush and style my hair
It’s a topsy turvy kind of day
but I don’t really care
It’s a muddily fuddily way I feel
My head is in a fog
I think I’ll put my runners on
and go out for a jog
I’ll race the other joggers
to see if I can win
It’s a muddily fuddily way I feel
but comfy in my skin
It’s a higgledy piggledy afternoon
My head is in a cloud
I think I’ll put my headphones on
Play music way up loud
I’ll dance around my bedroom
where no one else can see
It’s a higgledy piggledy afternoon
and that’s just fine with me
We’re sitting on a picnic rug
beside our lemon tree.
We pass around the water jug
then start to eat our tea.
I’m staring at a Brussels sprout
with mounting discontent
When I suggested eating out
this wasn’t what I meant!