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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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
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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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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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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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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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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 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
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Technology
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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Great Hate Comes From Great Love
Everyone kneels as you walk into the room,
It seems as if you’re made of gloom.
Mist for body, shadows for clothes,
Who you are everybody knows.
I kneel with the crowd, to my dismay,
I hate kneeling but I must obey.
You smile like a gracious host,
But you’re really just a dark ghost.
You signal us to rise and for that I’m thankful,
I hate feeling like I’m your fool.
You come to me and shake my hand,
“‘We’re all friends here’, understand? ”
“No, we’re enemies”, replies me,
You are an ugly creature, don’t you see?
The ghostly king takes my hand,
And leads me outside to a stand.
He turns me to him, I feel horrified,
But with a troubled look he only sighed.
“My dear subject, why do you hate me so?
I’ve never harmed you, yet I’m your foe”
I feel nonplussed, why is he acting kind?
Why isn’t the monster blowing my mind?
I’m in astonishment as I’m swept off my feet,
He’s picked me up; does that mean I’m beat?
The ghost walks me through his garden at midnight,
I see jasmines and roses and lilies, what a sight!
I forget the position, of which we stand,
For I’m safe inside this monster’s hands.
At last he puts me down and smiles at me
And a monster is no longer what I see.
I can see the kindness within his eyes,
I can see that all I believed were lies.
“Looks are deceiving” he says with a smile,
Well, he sure made this time worth my while!
Looks aren’t deceiving, for I can see he is beautiful,
It shines in his smile and I can see I was a fool.
I look down and I’m also a ghost,
No longer set in the way of most.
I take my merry monster’s hand and we go back inside,
The kindness in my friend’s eyes is now where I reside.
poem by Lenore Lee
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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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Death
Though the world
just beyond the darkness
in which the girl was
curled up was unreachable,
she often wondered
how to escape the evil heart
of such a monster.
How terrible it is to live in-
to be trapped in-
the chamber of someone
whose face is never seen,
whose voice is never heard.
She shoved herself deeper
into her corner,
trying desperately to peer
through the thick black ink,
half-praying that she
could meet the monster,
half-praying that it
would keep its distance.
There was complete silence
from the other side
of the door.
It was a new, strange silence,
though, and she knew
that it was time.
She held her breath,
the door creaked open, and
the monster silently slipped in.
poem by Zoe Guillory
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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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A Story (feat. Pierre Henry)
I got a story
A sad sad story
About a girl
Who met a boy
About her mother
Whose vision saw her
Daughter to marry
Another boy
(Nooo nooo nooo...)
They made a plan
To get away
To run away
And though it be hard
To make that day
Freely to live
Without the mother
They'd send a postcard
(Nooo nooo nooo...)
Out on the interstate
That's where they made their mistake
That's where they met their fate
Out on the interstate
They met a monster
The monster of the interstate
Who will not hesitate
Who eats teenagers
Like a shark eats little fishes
Who eats bad kids disobeying parents wishes
An interloper against the elopers
A troll at the pay toll
They stopped at the toll booth
And reached for a quarter
The monster filled the whole booth
He gave them no quarter
"Don't eat me"
Chirped the girl
Clutching to her purse
"Don't eat me"
Croaked the boy
"Or eat her first
I'll turn right around
And take her back to her mother's
We repent of being out of wedlock lovers"
"You should have thought of that before"
And a scaly horny hand
Ripped the car lock door
And the boy
Tried to drive
But oh boy
He was eaten alive
And the girl
Tried to scream
But she was swirled
In the giant's vanilla ice cream
And the boy was yummy
And the girl was yummy
As they slid down the throat
To the monster's yellow tummy
He said:
"Hmm hmm good
Didn't do like they should
Hmm hmm good
Didn't do like they should"
The mother sold the
Rights to the story
It was so scary
This gory story
They made a movie
A horror movie
The mother made a million
And the producers made a billion
"And that other sweet boy
That my daughter has shunned
Now I'm his wife and he's my husband"
The moral of this story
Is clear for all to see
And if clearly all can see
Then it isn't clear to me
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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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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Foghorn
There was an eerie silence
as the fog cloaked around us.
The foghorn bellowed
like some prehistoric monster’s roar.
In the distance, another foghorn wailed
as if echoing the first monster’s call.
On deck eyes peered into the white cloak
looking for some dark looming shape.
The foghorns blew almost simultaneously.
The thick blanket prevented anyone
from seeing anything.
The throb of the engines like a mighty heartbeats
echoed in everyone’s ears.
Again, a foghorn bellowed
like some distant monster’s roar.
Then as a dark shape loomed from the mist
and its mighty heartbeats rang out in everyone’s ears.
As it approached, there was panic in their eyes.
A collision at sea would cost many lives.
It was bad enough in fine weather,
but in a fog where no one could see
the disaster would be catastrophic.
Everyone braced themselves
for the collision to be.
Except for the mighty heartbeats
of the giant behemoths of the waves,
silence covered all.
Slowly the dark shapes passed one another
and were once again
swallowed up within the fog.
29 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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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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Heartbeat
Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart
which safely exists in the center of all things?
His giant heartbeat is diverted in us
into little pulses. And his giant grief
is, like his giant jubilation, far too
great for us. And so we tear ourselves away
from him time after time, remaining only
mouths. But unexepectedly and secretly
the giant heartbeat enters our being,
so that we scream ----,
and are transformed in being and in countenance.
Translated by Albert Ernest Flemming
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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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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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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Love At First Sight
Shy monster closed his only eye,
and let a tear run down his nose.
He didn’t really like to cry,
but such sadness in him arose.
No one would love him, he was sad,
and dropped his head in deep despair.
Why was he made to look so bad,
it wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair.
He fought hard not to think like this,
he’d smile and put on a brave face.
All he had wanted was just a kiss,
and someone to perhaps, embrace.
Nobody else looked quite like him,
he was the only ugly one.
Now all his hopes were looking dim,
would he find his own ‘honeybun’.
He took himself off, for a walk,
along a verdant country road.
And taking the first wide right fork,
he saw a bright object explode.
This craft was shiny, bright and new,
a flying saucer, landing here.
And as his interest quickly grew,
someone came strolling from its rear.
One eye surveyed his personae,
and smiled as if she knew him well.
She kind of liked this monster guy,
and thought that he was rather swell.
Taking his hand she asked him in
to see her opulent abode.
And kissed him on his hairy chin,
making his joy one hundred fold.
They flew off in the dark of night,
to their own special rendezvous.
It was to be love at first sight,
she’d come, this monster to rescue.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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