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Technology at times can be a blessing,
but there are other times
when it can be a monster
thriving after your soul.
When technology is working properly,
it is a blessing in disguise.
However, let it go wrong
and your world disintegrates around you.
The monster reveals its fangs
leaving you longing back
for the days before the monster came.
The more you try to fix it,
the more frustrated you get.
This is when the monster
has you firmly in its grip.
The best way to deal with it is,
just simply walk away
and let the monster play its silly games
only coming back with a clear head.
The prospective of the problem
becomes clearer
and can soon be rectified.

1 July 2008

Author’s Note:
I wrote this because for the passed week I have had nothing but problems with my Internet Explorer crashing and freezing unexpectedly. A very frustrating time. Finally I have sorted the problem, fingers crossed. Now I hope I can get back to reading and commenting again without worrying if halfway through the comment it will lock me out.

2 July 2008 DVH

poem by David Harris
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I Want A Monster To Be My Friend

Some kids just love
To play with dolls
Or put on funny hats
And some make pets
Of birds and fish
And dogs and
Alley cats
That's not the way
I like to play
I'm tired of all these
I need a very
Special friend
Won't you
Help me please?
I want a monster
To be my playmate
I want a monster
To be my friend
I want to get
For my own pet
A real live monster
Who's not pretend
Oh, I want a monster
To be my playmate
We'd soon become
Good friends because
Although they're hairy
And sometimes scary
They have such soft
And furry paws
If I make friends with
A friendly monster
I'd be the best that a
friend could be
I'd let him do
Whatever he wants to
And he'd always
Belong to me
So, if you know a
Nice old monster
If you've a monster
To recommend
Ooh, golly gee
Please send him to me
I just can't wait
Until then!
I want a monster
A real live monster
I want a monster
Send me my monster
I want a monster
A real live monster
I want a monster
Send my monster
I want a monster
A real live monster
I want a monster
To be my friend!
Oh please
Send my monster
Does anybody have
A monster out there
I'll take a
Secondhand monster
He doesn't have
To be new

song performed by by En Vogue
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Monster Mash

I was working in the lab
And light one night
When my eyes beheld
An eerie sight
When my monster from his slab
Began to rise
And suddenly
To my surprise
He did the mash
He did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
He did the mash
It caught on in a flash
The monster mash
Its called the monster mash
The laboratory in the castle eaves
And the master bedroom where the vampire sleeps
The girls all came from their humble abodes
To get a jolt from my electrodes
They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
The monster mash
Its called the monster mash
Zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included wolfman
Dracula and his little baby boy
The scene was rocking
All the digging sounds
Igor unchained ? ? ? ?
The coffin bangers were about to arrive
With a local group the beach boy five
They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
The monster mash
Its called the monster mash
Mmmm, what luck girl in the audience
Would care to dance with igor?
The monster mash is so ghoul
Muah ha ha ha
Muah ha ha ha

song performed by by Beach Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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EYE (i) MONSTER

Last night, I saw a monster.
First it was just a shadow
By degrees it became clearer and clearer
Finally it stood out
Clear as clear can be.

Handless it was, really handless
With a shock I knew
That it was legless too
Yet, it was standing straighter than straight
In lieu of a head, all it had
Was an eye unconnected with its body
A most grotesque figure indeed

I was floored, was rolling on all fours
Thought the monster had me down
My eye shutters were shut tight
And a great struggle I undergone opening them
No sooner the shutters fell open
The monster had vanished
In its place I saw an ‘ i ’
In the book that had me sleep awhile.

Aiswarya.T.Anish
2004

(I wrote this when I was studying in 3rd standard. When I was studying my lessons I had this eye monster trapped in my mind. I modified this after a while.)

© Copyright Aiswarya T Anish, Kerala, India

poem by Aiswarya T. Anish
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Pillow Monster Magically Transforms

Pillow Monster magically gets so big
he has magical powers, he never worked out in the gym.
Pillow Monster now has sweet memories,
memories of the Krendoll characters so sweet.
Pillow Monster can't figure out why he feels so happy inside,
he now has a colorful outfit with a bigger tie,
Pillow Monster is so happy he has a new magical life.
Transformed Pillow Monster is what the neighbors think,
they see Pillow Monster so happy to be alive,
Pillow Monster is so happy for he can't deny,
Pillow Monster gets so big, tears came to his eyes.
Pillow Monster gets bigger and bigger; but he makes it outside
Outside to see the sunshine, he is no longer inside.
Then it rains and makes a lot of mud,
Pillow Monster doesn't mind if he gets stuck.
Stuck in the mud goes Pillow Monster Toe,
then his friend Hamburger Helper Hand—
helps him because he understands…
how excited Pillow Monster is to get so Big…
big like the biggest Pillow Monster that had magically grown,
Magical like Pinocchio's very Long nose.

poem by Christina Sunrise
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Pillow Monster Magically Transforms

Pillow Monster magically gets so big
he has magical powers, he never worked out in the gym.
Pillow Monster now has sweet memories,
memories of the Krendoll characters so sweet.
Pillow Monster can't figure out why he feels so happy inside,
he now has a colorful outfit with a bigger tie,
Pillow Monster is so happy he has a new magical life.
Transformed Pillow Monster is what the neighbors think,
they see Pillow Monster so happy to be alive,
Pillow Monster is so happy for he can't deny,
Pillow Monster gets so big, tears came to his eyes.
Pillow Monster gets bigger and bigger; but he makes it outside
Outside to see the sunshine, he is no longer inside.
Then it rains and makes a lot of mud,
Pillow Monster doesn't mind if he gets stuck.
Stuck in the mud goes Pillow Monster Toe,
then his friend Hamburger Helper Hand—
helps him because he understands
how excited Pillow Monster is to get so Big…
big like the biggest Pillow Monster that had magically grown,
Magical like Pinocchio's very Long nose.

poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Whose Dream Is This Anyway?

Every day I walk the plank of this pirate ship
and hear voices saying
'Just keep going, take the risk.'
Risk? There is no risk on ships
with planks out over the sea.

What you have there is death and certainty.
'Other voices say, 'What are you doing?
Come back off that plank! '

I say 'Sure.
If I do, the pirates will simply
take their swords and run me through;

saber-death or drown in the sea
look to be the choices for me.
except:
I could get to the edge of the plank
open my wings and soar
leaving them all behind in astonishment.

Yeah, that's what I can do.

Now that is the beauty of a dream-
if you know what you are doing-

you can take control of your own dreams
and make things happen in the real world
by doing so.

So if the monster chases you in your dream
turn right around and face the monster
and say
'Whose dream is this anyway? '

Poof the monster is gone.

Try it some time
you'll see.

It's your dream
isn't it?

Pop some monster;
you feel better for it.
and it just might change your waking life too.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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In me

In me there is an angel
It guides me to the right paths
In me there is an angel
It drives me to the right hand
It takes me away from the dark nights
To the wonderful days filled with light
In me there is an angel

In me there is a monster
It takes over me in form of greed
In me there is a monster
It pulls me towards the feed
It takes me towards the wrong world
Where there is crime and fraud

In me there is a monster
It surpasses the angel

In me there is a monster

In me...........

poem by Tanay Pathak
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Monster Skank

Chorus:
I want it I need it I'm headed out for something to break
I got it I'm feeling it I'm headed out on a monster skank
My feet are moving faster than my mind can do no thinking
My body's twisting in contortions that weren't meant to be
My head is spinning like a yo-yo that don't know no better
Off to the special place where there is only room for me
Have a little dance with a twist-hear you were hungry-eat a fist
Chorus
My mind paints pictures but I couldn't find no frame to fit it
Only an artist can create what he don't understand
I tried to tell you but you didn't have no time for reason
Off to my special place where only I am in command
What's to skank?-monster skank'n
Aye got something break'n-we've gone monster skank'n
Roses are red-violets are blues-you're uglier than a monkey-you should live
in a zoo
Chorus
Shoot off your mouth don't like what you said-here's my response a boot to
your head
The wise man feels no pressure then he tells you not to worry
Your inspiration hits me like a ton of falling bricks
Lost in a cemetery of forgotten resolutions
Off to my special place where I can break all that you fix
Aye gone monster skank'n-I don't need nobody
I think something's break'n-I've gone monster skank'n
Is it skank? Monster skank
What kind of skank? Monster skank
It's a monster-a scary scary monster!
Aye got something break'n-we gone monster skank'n
It's a monster

song performed by by Infectious Grooves
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Death

I see the monster wake up with rage
and we feed
our enemies to it.

Bullets and bombs and guns
answer its call
and even some of us fall under its spell.

The monster blows fire
and havoc and shock everywhere
and some wounded beg for it to come.

The innocent suffer the most
and hope for it to pass by
and I hear woman and babies cry.

I do not die,
but that monster kills something
deep in me

and I will never be free
from the impact
that the monster’s tracts leave.

poem by Gert Strydom
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On Running Away

when you step on the floor
when that door opens because of your plea
to be in

when you are in
you discover that the monster is in too
and you want to step back
and go away

running is the first reaction
but soon
it is not the correct solution
it is not too late yet
you make a plea again to enter the same room
where the monster is in
and you decide to confront it
you know that you will be losing in this war
the monster has sharp teeth and a mouth without a jaw
hence it can swallow you whole
without much effort

then you think of another mighty solution
you stand still
then you sit down on the floor
you close your eyes
and plunge on the abyss of your
silence

you know what happens next
the monster is gone.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I think my favorite monster movie is 'Gone With the Wind', because it has that ear monster and that big-dress monster.

Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Pillow Monster Meets Razel's One Thumb

Pillow Monster one day was at lunch
when he noticed Razel's one thumb.
Yes, Razel only eats with thumb and pinky,
she tries not to make food look stinky.
Pillow Monster bumps into her chair,
Razel says, 'Hey, you messed up my hair! '
Pillow Monster offers her a ice blue comb,
he says 'Sorry Razel, here's one comb to take home.'
Razel replies with a gleam in her eye,
'I here you will dress as a clown in disguise'
Pillow Monster then looks dazed and confused,
He knows Razel does spells to be amused.
Pillow Monster thought and then cried,
'I don't dress up as a clown because
I would be hit with a pie! '
Razel then felt dumb founded
and then she rebounded.
'Don't worry my precious Pillow Monster's toe,
I would never give a pie a throw! '

poem by Christina Sunrise
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The Giant and the Monster

Come to think about the time I was a young rant;
The universe: all seemed far away, big and wide,
That made me like a foot in the crowd on my side,
Holding the man's hand, my father was a giant.

Then an old man that I'd never met came for a visit;
Wore a wrinkled skin, as he trembled to hold his wicker;
At fifty-six then; I wished I would to die at fifty-six;
Once a toothless smile posed Grandpa was a monster.

My existence in to this world at the age of sixteen;
All seemed right; I'd never been wrong back then;
Than that little mind of mine who knew bit to scorn;
So as to the giant and to the monster, I grew a horn.

This one quote 'What comes around, it goes around'
Has come to haunt me as the giant or a monster bound;
In their likeness, I'm now the purest mirror of my sin,
And mystified no more than watching where I have been.

On the same road, long time ago, it gotten nearer;
I passed fifty-six and I wished to live much longer,
Than the monster, but God forbids, I wish to be sane;
Or equal to the giant, who went to sleep at eighty-seven.

poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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How To: CREATE A MONSTER

How is a monster created?

By forming a theocratic elitist government
By seeking power and control of global neighbors
By stealing oil and natural resources through violence
By establishing military bases around the world
By developing and hoarding nuclear weapons

How is a monster created?

By recruiting soldiers from poverty,
By dehumanizing new recruits
By teaching and condoning torture
By unleashing darkness from soldier psyche

How is a monster created?

By allowing biased corporate media propaganda
By televising violence and sex
By developing violent video games
By feeding empty junk food to our children
By selling cheap firearms

Who then is this “Monster”?

THE MONSTER IS US!

ROTMS

poem by Ray Lucero
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The world turns on

The world turns on
I've walked the deserted streets
The world turns on
I've seen where the monster sleeps
The world turns on
I've seen where the monster eats
The world turns on
We are the monster in it's sleep
The world turns on
Consuming, Unending
Destroying, Reforging
We are the monster in it's sleep
And when we awake
We will be destroyed
And yet
The world turns on

poem by Benjamin Turner
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Monster and my baby bee

angry, alone
lies a monster
or so it looks
for there's no one who would know
the hurt inside their act
but even so theres no where to go
only cruel unusual jokes
and agony indeed
weary and in need
to make one leave life happily
finally those will see
the wrath put onto thee
Too greive so tragicaly
they bleed watching
as a family screams
what has gone through
My baby bee?
you see not a monster is thee
but the a monster that became
from reality.

poem by April Swan
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What Kind of Monsters

The Billings a Family who adopted twelve children and had four natural children were murdered, many of the adopted Children are severely delayed and it is believed that at least three of the Children saw what happened.

What kind of monster

Strips that kind of love from

A Child?

What kind of monster

Does something so

Heinous

To a family who opened

Up home and heart.

I wonder what kind of monster

Takes the security of a loving

Family away

From Children

Who need love?

What kind of monster?

I really can not even begin

To say/

Copyright Michelle R Kidwell

July.13.09

7: 17 P.M PST

poem by Michelle Kidwell
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Mr. Big Toe Interviews Pillow Monster

Pillow Monster walks through the door,
he know what his interview is for.
Pillow Monster has to talk about what he just ate,
he loves healthy foods that make him feel great!
Mr. Big Toe walks in the lobby right then,
shake hands with Pillow Monster and they become best friends.
Mr. Big Toe takes Pillow Monster into the studio,
“Says, Welcome To Big Toe Wants To Know”
this is one of the funniest radio shows.”
Pillow Monster’s tells the children how he saves the day,
saves the day on Melodie Mezoree’s birthday.
He tells them he is a character in 4 books,
more will be out soon on the Nook.
Till then he does one last rhyme,
and sings to audience and Mr. Big Toe one last time.
Written By Suzae Chevalier
www.suechevalier.com www.krendoll.com

poem by Christina Sunrise
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The Monster Inside Me

vs.1 When I walk down through Alligator Alley,
I really don't know what to do with the
Big, gigantic dragons that blow fire out their mouth,
And everyday, it seems as if they're aimin' it at me.
(chorus)
That's when the monster inside of me comes out,
That's when I jump right back and make 'em scream and shout.
All the wild animals come out to join in,
Man, you gotta believe within
The monster inside me!
vs.2 When I'm with all the wicked creatures in this world,
Don't wanna p-s me off or mess with me.
The huge and freaky madness of them withhold,
And every night, it seems as if they never leave me be.
(chorus)
(solo)
Bridge: Now, when the time comes,
You can tag along.
But for the time being, it's too dangerous,
I gotta go solo!
(chorus) x 2
Yeah, there's a monster
Inside me! !

poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Big Toe Interviews Pillow Monster

Pillow Monster walks through the door,
he know what his interview is for.
Pillow Monster has to talk about what he just ate,
he loves healthy foods that make him feel great!
Big Toe walks in the lobby right then,
shake hands with Pillow Monster and they become best friends.
Big Toe takes Pillow Monster into the studio,
“Says, Welcome To Big Toe Wants To Know”
this is one of the funniest radio shows.”
Pillow Monster’s tells the children how he saves the day,
saves the day on Melodie Mezoree’s birthday.
He tells them he is a character in 4 books,
more will be out soon on the Nook.
Till then he does one last rhyme,
and sings to audience and Big Toe one last time.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on January 26,2012

poem by Suzae Chevalier
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