Ode To The Steamies, No. 2

Steamies, oh steeeeeeeaaaaamiieessssss.....
Evil evil EVIL steamies!!!!
How dare you lure me... Oh STEAMIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!!!!
Eating away at my stomach lining... Oh steamie...
Steamie steamie steamie, be gone!

The Rose's Way

The rose.
It is a symbol of love.
It brings a picture of innocence and purity.
The rose, simple as it may seem, has many dark secrets,
Untold;..... Hidden deep down.
Secrets great or small;
Secrets of believed love; or
Secrets of hidden demons; ready to spring out;
As an innocent hand goes towards the rose's beauty, and is pricked by its thorns.
This hurt can easily be repaired by tender love and care,
But what about the bigger demons thrown upon us?
As we look at ourselves in the mirror;
We see we are alone.
Just one face staring back at us;
Holding an expression as glum as our own.
In a blink everything is gone, but it all seems to come back.
The bad taking over the good at one sweep.
It is all like a lightning bolt that comes and *zaps* the good; the innocent rose; to smithereens.
All seems lost; but all can be rebuilt.
It takes power and strength to fight for ourselves;
In what we believe in.
We all need to work together; to build up the power we need.
The gardener is the healer for the rose;
Bringing it back to its innocence and purity.
As for ourselves;
All we need is a friend who can offer time to talk, a hug, or just a shoulder to release our tears on.
You may once again look into the mirror;
Once believing that you were the rose;
But you are now the gardener.

A Poem Just For Me!

Oh a sleeping drunkard, in Mont Royal park
and a native hunter in the jungle dark
and a Chinese dentist
and a British queen
all fit together
in the same machine
nice, nice very nice
so many people in Evil Chickies' sheet metal device