EDDIE AND ME TAKE 3

EDDIE AND ME

(a true story)

the famous Eddie

Eddie and Me

Eddie the Elephant

Sleeps in my bed

Sometimes, he even

Sleeps under my head

Sometimes he crawls out

And falls on the floor

But he knows I'll wake up

And find him once more.

Eddie the Elephant

Is soft as can be

Big, gray, with two button eyes

To see me

He has a long trunk

And a fuzzy white tail

And when I am sick,

His warm hugs makes me well.

Eddie the Elephant

And Moochie the Moose

My two bestest pals

When I want to run loose

We hide in the tent house

And tear up the bed

We fill all the other toy's hearts

Full of dread.

When we play like pirates

And we play like kings

And great super heroes

And other cool things

We throw balls at bad guys

And dress up in capes

We hang from the curtains

Like aliens and apes.

And Moochie is nice

But he's little and brown

With a squeak toy inside him

That makes a neat sound

And he tries to be brave

Like Eddie and I

But he can't beat us jumping

No matter how he might try.

I have lots of toys

More so than most

And I eat lots of bananas

And a lot of cheese toast

I love tea and butter

And climbing the trees

Having imaginary

Adventures on seas.

I know lots of people

And teachers and pals

I like all the boys

But I love little gals

I like to tell stories

And sing songs and dance

Wear Mighty Mouse tee shirts

And Super Man pants.

I like speaking French

And Spanish, Chinese

But I really hate mosquitoes

Even though they like me

They chase me and catch me

When I'm in the yard

And they kiss me like Mama

But they kiss me too hard.

I love all my family

My mom and my dad

They're the best Mom and Daddy

That I've ever had

Now I'm turning five

And I'm growing so tall

That when I fall down

It's a long way to fall.

But back to my buddy

Back to my friend

I’ve got to tell ‘bout him

Before this poem ends

He’s been with me now

For many long years

Listening so closely

With his big fluffy ears.

To all of my troubles

My secrets and woes

And when I go to time out

That’s where he goes

But Eddie can’t follow

When I’m in the bath

He hides in the corner

And I hear him laugh.

Hosea

‘Cause Elmo and Moochie

Jose’, Hankey, too

Are toys that can’t get wet

(Though sometimes they do)

But Eddie the Elephant

Is so cuddly to touch

That I slobber him with kisses

‘Cause I love him so much.

Hankey

Right now I am worried

About my best friend

And I’m hoping this story

Still has a good end

‘Cause he’s in the washer

Going round and around

And I know he can’t swim

So I’m afraid he might drown.

I think he might need me

To rescue him now

I’ll think up a plan

And I’ll save him somehow

‘Cause he would save me

From the bad guys and stuff

He’s strong and he’s fearless

Though he’s just made of fluff.

So, Eddie, hold on

I’m thinking this through

I’ll pull you from the water

And I’ll rescue you

But if you go into

The dryer that’s hot

Oh, Eddie, I’m sorry

But that, I cannot.

You’ll have to be brave

And be a big boy

Though I know those ole baths

You do not enjoy

When you get out of there

You’ll be fluffy and clean

And then we can play

Like we’re pirates so mean.

I’ll squeeze you and love you

And pull your fur out

And Mama will make you

Giggle at me and shout

And we’ll drink chocolate milk

And get dirty again

Then we’ll snuggle together

‘Cause you’re my bestest friend.

Down into Dream Land

On adventures we’ll go

Climb all the mountains

And run in the snow

You’ll sleep in my arms

And maybe under my head

And in the morning I’ll find you

Somewhere under my bed.

(the un-named monkey)

But wherever you are

And wherever you go

I’ll find you and grab you

And you’ll always know

You’ll stay with me forever

When I’m all big, you’ll see

For you’ll live in this story

About Eddie and Me.

The End

Moochie

©By Voo

April 18, 2011

11:37 p.m.

Happy 5th Birthday

To the sweetest boy

In the whole wide world

IS IT RAINING WHERE YOU ARE??

Is It Raining Where You Are?


Is it raining where you are, I wonder
Are those sky tears running down your panes
Leaving silver tracks on all the windows?
Are you standing there watching your breath
Fog up the glass as it thunders
And can you see my reflection in the flashes?
I can see yours
It's there beside mine on the window
Just a shadow, but you, in all your ghostly glory
You, as you were when you loved me
And me, as I was when I was loved
I see us still together every time it rains
But just for tonight, I'll not turn around
To see the empty space that fills this room
I'll trace the palm print on the window
Lay my hand inside it until it melts away in morning
And though I know better than to believe in memory
I'll pretend it's yours.



©By Voo
March 25, 2009
11:43 p.m.

THE SMILING DAYS ARE SOON TO COME

The Smiling Days Are Soon to Come

How sad is life, even in it's beauty

To travel all alone

How dark are days, even in sunshine

To share a smile with no one......................

For every creature, no matter how low

Should somehow find it's mate

The universe is set up that way

Call it God or Fate

Every hand has it's perfect fit

Every mouth, it's kiss

Every heart has it's nestled home

And every soul, it's bliss.

And those that find that hand to hold

And those that taste that kiss

Their hearts will know the joy of life

For life is made for this

And if you don't, what then is life?

What joy will fill your seas?

Your lips will hunger for that kiss

Your mouth will fill with pleas

I used to walk a withered earth

Soul bound to loveless death

Until I saw your shining face

And my lungs filled up with breath

I used to cry in midnight's bed

Till tears soaked every cover

I used to search the world in vain

Looking for my lover

And then the light broke through the dark

And tears dried instantly

Your hand pushed back that thorny hedge

And you reached out to me

I cannot say I'm not afraid

For I've been afraid so long

To trust another searching soul

Who tomorrow may be gone

I haven't smiled in such a while

I haven't felt sweet joy

My eyes, downcast, have met no others

For fear, not being coy

But give me time and we may find

That our hearts have found their home

For my hungry heart is telling me

That the smiling days are soon to come.

©by Voo

Oct 21, 2018

11:17 p.m.

DANGEROUS

DANGEROUS

COMING AT ME LIKE THE WIND

YOUR EYES BLOW ME AWAY LIKE STORM

BURN ME LIKE FIRE

DRENCH ME LIKE RAIN

TOUCH ME LIKE PAIN

COVER ME LIKE DARKNESS

I RUN IN CIRCLES PUPPET- LIKE

WITH WEAKENED FEET AND

HOPEFUL HEART

WAITING FOR EMBRACE AND TOUCH

OF YOUR TWO HANDS OUTSTRETCHED TO ME

APPARITION OR MAN, I DO NOT KNOW

I DO NOT KNOW NOR DO I CARE

MAD WITH LONGING, I WEEP FOR YOU

IN DUSTY ROOMS FULL OF GHOSTLY WISPS OF MUSIC

FROM PIANOS UPRIGHT AND UNTOUCHED

BY MORTAL FINGERS AND SUNLIGHT OF DAY

I ONLY KNOW I NEED YOU

AND THAT YOU ARE DANGEROUS TO ME

I ONLY KNOW THAT YOUR EYES ARE DEEP AND DARK

AND THAT, IF GIVEN THE CHANCE

I WILL FALL FOREVER IN THEIR DEPTHS

OBSESSED MAD CREATURE THAT I AM

FOREVER LOVING THE FALL

AND GIVING MYSELF

TO THE DANGER.

©BY VOO

December 2, 2005 7:00 p.m.

SO I MARRIED A PIRATE AND A PARROT

SO I MARRIED A PIRATE

                                                                AND A PARROT

                                I MARRIED ME A PIRATE

                                A BIG AND BRISTLY MAN

                                HE SAILS THE SEVEN SEAS ALL YEAR

                                AND COMES HOME WHEN HE CAN.

                                HE LIKES THE SALTY SEAS, YOU SEE

                                HE LIKES THE OCEAN'S ROAR

                                BUT ME, I LIKE IT FINE, SO FINE

                                WHEN HE WALKS OUT THE DOOR.

                                OUR OLDEST CHILD IS TWENTY-SEVEN

                                THE YOUNGEST BABE IS TWO

                                AND ALL OF THEM HAVE DARK BROWN EYES

                                AND THE PIRATE'S EYES ARE BLUE.

                                I'VE ONLY SEEN HIM SEVEN TIMES

                                IN THE DECADES I'VE BEEN HIS WIFE

                                HE'S ALWAYS OFF ON PILLAGES 

                                (HE LEADS A STRESSFUL LIFE.)

                                THE WORK IS HARD, THE PAY IS LOW

                                AND AT LAST WHEN HE SAILS IN

                               HE DOES NOT ASK WHAT I'VE BEEN UP TO

                                AND I DON'T ASK WHERE HE'S BEEN.

                                THE MAN, HE ONLY HAS ONE EYE

                                AND FOR A HAND, A HOOK

                                HE LOST A LEG AND FOUND A PARROT

                                THAT HELPS HIM LIMP AND LOOK.

                                THE PARROT GOES TO BED WITH HIM

                                AND ON HIS SHOULDER SITS

                                AND IF I ASK HIM TO REMOVE THE BIRD

                                HE THROWS SOME AWFUL FITS.

                                BUT HE BRINGS ME LITTLE TRINKETS

                                FROM ALL HIS ROBBERIES

                                ONE TIME HE BROUGHT ME SOLID GOLD

                                ONE TIME HE BROUGHT ME FLEAS.

                                HE'S NOT SO MUCH TO LOOK AT

                                HE'S STAINED LIKE CHIMNEY SOOT

                                BUT FOR THE FRONT DOOR, I HAD A MAT MADE

                                THAT SAYS, PLEASE WIPE YOUR FOOT.

                                HE SEEMED TO BE REAL PLEASED WITH THAT

                                AND BEAMED BRIGHTLY LIKE A STAR 

                                BUT I WAS GLAD TO SEE HIM GO

                                AND I HOPE THAT HE'LL GO FAR.

                                MY CHILDREN ALL ARE HAPPY TO MEET HIM

                                WHEN THE PIRATE SAILS TO SHORE

                                HE NEVER NOTICES WHEN HE COMES HOME

                                THAT THERE ARE SEVEN MORE.

                                HE SAYS HE'S GOING TO SOON RETIRE

                                CAUSE HIS CREW GIVES HIM THE BLUES

                                HE SAYS HIS DREAM IS TO SAVE ENOUGH

                                TO TAKE ME ON A CRUISE.

                                BUT I'LL STAY ON THE SAND, THANK YOU

                                THOUGH HE TELLS ME I AM NUTS

                                AND I WAVE GOODBYE TO HIM AND HIS PARROT

                                (LORD, I HATE THAT PARROT'S GUTS.)

                                BRING ME SOMETHING PRETTY, I YELL

                                JUST LIKE I ALWAYS DO

                                SOME GOLD OR SILVER OR MAYBE SOME PEARLS

                               AND I'LL MAKE A NEW CHILD FOR YOU.

©BY VOO           SOMETIME IN THE RECENT PAST