Walk On - a walking poem

Walk On
by
Greg Pincus

When thumbtacks are strewn on the paths we must tread,
When sharp, jagged rocks are behind and ahead,
When we have to walk miles on freezing, slick snow,
When puddles of liquid hide dangers below,
When we cross hot pavement or scorching, red coals...
These are the times that will try all our soles.


And you're thinking "he really went there in National Poetry Month and on Poetry Friday?" And, well, yes... he did! If you're still craving more, the good news is that you can see what else is out there, too, if you head on over to No Water River to see this week's Poetry Friday roundup. There's great stuff posted there (including Renee's description of what Poetry Friday is and how to be a part of it).

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Poetry Re-Issue: Belly Button Blues - a belly button poem

BELLY BUTTON BLUES
by
Gregory K.

My belly center’s really bare:
My belly button isn’t there!
I got no innie, got no outie.
Every day it makes me pouty.

I wouldn’t mind a belly snap,
A zipper, hook, or belly flap.
Still, most of all, I’d like a button,
But sad to say, friend, I got nuttin’.

 
Earlier this week I was doing a school visit and had brought along my big 3-ring binder full of poetry for some show and tell. This poem fell out, and I took that to mean it wished to be seen again. I originally posted this here back in 2006... so my bet is that, as NBC (I think it was) used to say about reruns, "If you missed it, it's new to you!"

Irene Latham's hosting the first Poetry Friday Roundup of 2011. Head on over and see what's up in the blogosphere today.

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My Toe -- a poem about a body part/a toe poem

MY TOE
By
Gregory K.

Does anyone know what I did with my toe?
I can’t seem to find it myself.
I’d taken it off to clean under the nail
Then put it up here on this shelf.

I put some clothes on and came back -- it was gone.
Now I’ve checked every room in the house.
I’m starting to think it was taken away
By our cat or our dog or a mouse.

I went to my dad and although he was sad,
He said, “Sorry, go check with your brothers.”
But no one has seen that poor little, lost toe....
Oh well. I still have nine others.


I'm posting an original poem each day in April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and I post all year round, because poetry is NOT just for April!) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".

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Poem of the Day: Belly Button Blues

BELLY BUTTON BLUES
by
Gregory K.

My belly center’s really bare:
My belly button isn’t there!
I got no innie, got no outie.
Every day it makes me pouty.

I wouldn’t mind a belly snap,
A zipper, hook, or belly flap.
Still, most of all, I’d like a button,
But sad to say, friend, I got nuttin’.


(For the month of April, I had decided to post a Poem of the Day, and I'm continuing that right alongside Fibbery. For those feeling Fibbish, please look to the right of the blog for some links handily collected under the headline "The Fibs." Also, you can look to the post right below this one for some of the latest news and thoughts of Fibbishness or scroll down the blog to find mounds of Fibbish joy lurking in posts and comments. Enjoy!)

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Poem of the Day: Mixed Up

MIXED UP
by
Gregory K.


My fingers sit where you have toes.
My elbow’s where you have your nose.
Your hair grows out, but mine grows in,
And I’ve got rainbow colored skin.
My arms have knees. My calves are thighs.
I’ve got one lip and thirteen eyes.
I look quite old, but I’m still young.
Come shake my hand -- whoops, that’s my tongue!