Poetry by Lora Frikken
Thank you for your comments!
A rose
A thorn
A stem
The leaf
To decompose
To scorn
To condemn
The grief
What woes
We mourn
For them
In disbelief
Now grows
One unborn
One gem
For our relief
Lora Frikken ~ 4-28-03
Fork
Gently scoop me, pick me up
Slip your tines beneath me
Set me inside of a silver cup
Keep me under lock and key
Knife
Spread me thinly, lay me down
Your blade will make the slice
Dress me in a snowy white gown
I was meant to be your sacrifice
Spoon
Cradle my essence, keep me still
If you lose a drop I shall perish
Taste me sparingly that I may fulfill
The love we now both cherish
Lora Frikken ~ 4-21-03
It started out with raisins,
healthy enough,
next came the box of Cheerios,
good stuff!
Berry Burst Cheerios, to be exact!
(I suppose I should find one of those cute
little trademark icons to put here, huh?)
Oh well...tough!
Anyway, it all began so healthily!
(Is that a real word?)
But suddenly, everything fell
apart! Just one little slip,
as though the health food fairy
took a little trip
down that aisle where cookies,
candy, and other goodies dwell!
For, to my surprise,
what did I find
staring up at me from the counter?
It was an almost-empty bag
of Doritos Nacho Chips,
(Pretend there’s a TM here, as well!)
mostly just crumbs,
but let’s face it,
images of bean dip
began dancing through my head!
My ‘breakfast of champions’
turned into a treasure hunt for snacks!
I was honor bound, and overfed,
to search for the foods
that Richard Simmons dreads!
(Does he get a trademark icon, too?)
Needless to say,
my happy, healthy day
did not go a very productive way...
But, hey,
there’s always
tomorrow!
Now where
did I put
those
doughnuts?
Ha! I bet you thought I was going to say
Krispy Kremes! No way!
(But here’s another TM, just for fun!)
Lora Frikken ~ 4-20-03
How would I feel if Peter Pan
flew in with Tinkerbell, right into my room?
I'd probably scream at the sight of a flying Pan,
or squish Tinkerbell with a might sweep of my broom!
What if charming Prince Charming
rode over to say, "M'lady, 'tis a lovely day for amour" ?
I'd fall into a faint, at meeting the handsome son of a King,
then try to look demure, while gazing up from a pile of manure!
What if I saw Jack outside of my window,
climbing his beanstalk right here in my neighborhood?
I'd probably grab my camera, run out and shoot some video,
making a fortune by selling 'Jack and the Beanstalk' to Hollywood!
How would I react to Pinocchio,
if he and his nose dropped 'round to pay a call?
If I could get him to tell a lie his proboscis would grow;
but if he sneezed, would I have enough tissue to clean the wall?
Lora Frikken ~ 4-19-03
From now on,
The ‘glad me’ is gone!
It’s Pollyanna for a price,
I should be paid for my advice!
Is it really such a crime
To take money for my time?
You see...
I used to have hope,
But now I just try to cope
With insults thrown in my face;
A constant verbal spray of mace!
A gesture and a laugh,
Delivered on behalf
Of a jaded population,
Living in desperation,
Floundering in frustration
In this so-called civilization.
So...
I think from here on out,
There will now be a drought:
On happy thoughts or words,
Or sweetly singing birds,
Or smiles and promises made.
I am now on a crusade
To reap what I have sown,
To make the world my own,
To take what I can get!
But...
Will I truly ever forget
That the real me, deep inside,
Has always been bright-eyed,
Wanting everything to be fair,
To comfort those who despair?
I suppose my claim to fame
Is to keep on playing the ‘glad game,’
And to proudly bear the name:
Of Pollyanna!
(Annoying, isn’t it?)
Lora Frikken ~ 4-7-03
Heck! Middle Age, you say?
I've had the snow of middle, old, and ancient age
since I was in my teens!
You DO know what this means?
It means my hair has been nearly white,
that's right...
since I was earning minimum wage,
very much a neophyte,
wanting to be a prom queen,
but with hair color suited for a witch
on Halloween.
So, I dyed my hair to stop the rage,
and hoped to be happy with my camouflage.
As a matter of fact,
at times I had hair the color of sunlight,
and sometimes it was auburn,
brown, or red (thank goodness, never green!).
But soon, none of these shades look quite right
at all!
Now, I was left in my youth
with hair...out of time!
But it was mine...
and better to be seen
with hair the color of moonlight,
than unnatural shades of any age;
and realizing, with hindsight,
hair that's white
is the color of the sages,
those who are respected...
Well, okay, a little far-fetched for me,
but at least I can LOOK respectable!
Where was I?
Oh yes! The Snow of Middle Age:
I've lived there my whole life!
Welcome to my hair...
I mean...world!
Lora Frikken ~ 4-6-03
Dod'd you dare bick or choose
Doh wod dohs da shockigg dews
By dose has dow begud do ooze
Jusd how budge dissue cad wod use?
Dow I'be had Blues...add I'be had Blues
But dis dibe I could blow by fuse
By dose soudds like dwo huddred kazoos
Doh bore blowigg...dobe, I refuse!
Led id rud, dow, led id cruise
I dod'd care if id dribs od by shoes
Id's dibe for be do dake by sdooze
Dhese sdiffles I dot, jusd blease excuse
Translations provided upon request...
Lora Frikken ~ 11-3-02
