Pinocchio And The Squirrel (Part Seven)

Robin asked Pinocchio why did he want to become a real boy.
Was it the lure of being like humans down through history?
Was it a wish to be fulfilled by the one who had carved him?
Was it fate or was it from some other one his wish stemmed?

Did he think he was better off being just a piece of wood?
Was he just at the whim of a master or had misunderstood?
Did he think the puppeteer wanted more than he could carve?
Did it bother him unlike the piece of wood he could starve?

Did he think there was more than one type of magic involved?
She asked him how many of theses questions he had solved.
She asked him what made him cling to the idea of being wood.
Pinocchio tried to answer her questions; If only he could.

And it was like the first he had ever had used his brain.
He must be thinking through pine knots; He had to complain.
He admitted he liked being with her and wondered why he did.
She had awakened some magical part of him; She was candid.

Thought how nice it would be to stay in this magical place.
With her walking beside him and her warm hand on his face.
It made him wonder if there was more to being a real boy.
More than what he had learned or had read from some story.

very nice

Thank you.

With You Around

The feeling I get with you around.
Dancing with my feet off the ground.
Walking on a warm day in a shower.
Smelling a fragrant and soft flower.

Skipping a stone across the pond.
Laying in green grass on my lawn.
Sitting and watching the kids play.
Reading a good book during the day.

Seeing a kitten with a ball of yarn.
Hearing a newborn calf in the barn.
Getting dealt an ace to make a flush.
When I am with you I get a nice rush.

Like little bubbles floating in air
Sometimes I like to pause and stare
At this beautiful creature so close
That I could paint a pictured pose.

That wonderful time with you near
Fixes in mind and it is so clear.
Hard even to say; Yet I see it.
I felt it and will never forget.

Beautiful writes... (((RainbowTrout)))

Thank you. It is really nice out today.

I am so totally impressed by the poetry you write. I have no talent in that area and it is so nice to read the ones you write so easily. I want to congratulate all of you for kicking your addictions and trusting in God one day at a time now. Keep up the good work and wonderful talent.

Darlene

Thank you, Darlene.

The Ghost Of Hell

I keep waiting for the ghost but she doesn't show.
She doesn't answer my calls so how am I to know.
Hauntings seem more and more spaced out than before
Wonder if she found someone she rather haunt more.

Isn't like the ghost just to leave me hanging around.
Has she has left for good this time to a new town.
I can't imagine what I did this time to piss her off.
She was a friendly ghost; Maybe her friends scoffed.

Maybe she found new friends and I was too transparent.
Its my fault and she had to vacant because of the rent.
I don't know what they charge her for being a ghost.
Maybe her friends don't like me and scared like most.

I would hate to think that I scared all the ghosts away.
I guess that would be humiliating to a ghost in a way.
Should tell all the ghosts I am sorry; Hey, I was wrong.
It was just she was the only ghost I had and she belong.

I must have embarrassed her in front of her friends.
It was all that time I spent in the land of pretend.
I wonder if she will ever forgive me for being real.
I just never thought how she must go on or even feel.

Ghost Enchanter (Part 2)

As each ghost comes as I knew they would
I listen closer so each ghost is understood.
I know each one carries important advice
And it is better than to hear it twice.

I know summoning them exacts a toll paid
So I am careful because mistakes are made.
But the mistakes I can learn from, too;
It isn't as all messages will come true.

Can't always watch my back and front, too.
Only have two eyes and that will have to do.
I know I have friends just like the ghosts.
Besides I am alive and they are just almost.

But since some of them were here before me
I have to sort out their messages differently.
I know some of them are older and are wise
But some of the young ones can compromise.

I guess I will just have to keep good notes
And see if it is something I haven't wrote.
I know they all inspire me to some degree.
It just what they haven't said is a mystery.

These writings are beautiful! Rainbow when are you going to write your book of poems?

Really GREAT poems man,,,,,,TO YOU Rainbow,I salute

Thank you. I have one book published. I love writing poetry.

Pinocchio And The Squirrel (Part 8)

Robin said, "Don't cry; You'll stain your wood."
Pinocchio tried to understand; If only he could.
Robin asked, "Why do you think girls are misses?"
"Do you think it is because of the hugs and kisses?"

Pinocchio lost for an answer just only listened.
And he looked at her eyes and how they glistened.
Robin asked, "Why do you think men are misters?"
Then Pinocchio smiled then went and kissed her.

But one day Robin flew away high in the big sky.
Pinocchio pondered her first question of why.
And Robin was gone for a long time and he knew.
He just stood there longing at the sky of blue.

He wished he could fly and he picked up the twig.
And for some reason with the twig he felt big.
His wooden heart and his wooden brain bonded.
His mind turned flesh and his heart responded.

The first time in his life he was a real boy.
And a real girl came by to finish the story.
With eyes that glistened with real big tears.
He wondered where she had been all these years.

Pinocchio And The Squirrel (Part 9)

Later when Pinocchio and Robin grew in years.
And after they both had cried a million tears.
Pinocchio would look at the twig he kept near.
A little olive branch that he held so dear.

And he would think how Robin flew that day.
But like a boomerang she came back to stay.
How like a mighty oak tree their love endured.
And just like that tree they had both matured.

For their struggles they had fought together.
They never left each other no matter whatever.
Their experiences before and after they kept.
Like a squirrel hoards nuts without a debt.

And Pinocchio found a real use for past wood.
He became like a tree but a man who understood.
How fragile love can be but also how strong.
When a friend stays with their friend long.

And he learned how to fly with Robin's care.
He heart sprouted wings from the love there.
And he became a mister with eyes that glistened.
Their friendship grew for he learned to listen.

Thank you ((((Rainbowtrout)))))

Turned my not so good day into a wonderful moment of Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww Yes,,,,

That is so beautiful! It makes me think about our own self worth in this society.

I am glad that I could help. Thank you friends for your kind words.

Overdosing On Your Love

Last night I overdosed on love and went to heaven.
I got so much love I didn't wake up till after eleven.
Your love was so wonderful even when you were *****y.
I got your love all over me and it makes me so itchy.

I just can't seem to scratch you out of my mind.
Your love is so cruel but yet so awesomely kind.
I am addicted and just can't get enough of you.
It is all your fault; You know you did this, too.

What I am I supposed to do when you aren't around?
Your love is more addictive than chocolate I found.
Now all I can do is pace until I can see you, again.
What kind of person would do this to their friend?

Not fair because you get to be with you all the time.
But I got to wait on you; What the heck was my crime?
You did this on purpose; How could you be so cruel?
I used to be so smart but now I feel like a fool.

I hope you are happy for making me love you so much.
Just anticipating being with and your gentle touch.
Out of my mind till I can hold and kiss your lips.
My heart is so screwed and my feeble sanity slips.