Slave To Rhyme

Poetry by Lora Frikken

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Sunday, November 13, 2005

Worshipers Of *Tatau

What you see is just the cover,
like the outside of a book;
Each story on the inside
deserves a closer look.

You might see Dragons or Snakes,
twisting and turning through air;
Or maybe Fairies or Angels,
with open wings and faces fair.

A name, a face, a dream,
etched within some rhyme;
Pledging love and loyalty,
with no regard to passing time.

You see my desires and needs,
Engraved upon my skin;
Only take the time to ask,
To learn what lies within.

Lora Frikken ~ 11-13-05

*The word “tattoo” is of Polynesian origin,
related to the Tahitian word tatau and the
Marquesan word ta-tu.

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Just In Case

Just in case
I’m in an accident,
You know the line:
My undies won’t be rent!
I’ve donated my organs
In case I expire,
Due to boredom
On the day I retire!

Just in case,
I hold my stomach in,
For you never know when
You’ll need to look thin!
My hair is curled,
My dress so fine;
If someone should call
I’m haute couture divine!

Just in case,
My legs are shaved,
My breath is fresh,
My bed is made!
I think I’ve covered
Every base
To save me from
Any unwitting disgrace!

Just in case,
I’ve spent my time,
Making things perfect,
Making things sublime!
Now I wonder:
Was it all a waste?
For I’m sitting here
Alone and chaste!

Lora Frikken ~ 11-6-05