Saturday 18 January 2014

If I Stole the Moon


If I stole the moon, I would hide it in plain sight
High above the earth, in the starry sky of night
If I stole the ocean, I would tuck it in the sea
Rolling deep between the waves, hidden it would be

If I wrote the truth, and sometimes I just might,
I'd stitch it to the words, in the stories that I write
We see least of all the riches right before our eyes
Oh treasures hidden deep in poems, in seas, and skies!

Thursday 16 January 2014

I See the Moon!

Tonight I saw a mother out with her young child
I see the moon!” she yelled while it raised tides upon the shore
As if discovering something none had seen before
The little one pointed happily and smiled

Something far from contemplation gripped the mother 
She was lost in something else, mind wandering some place
In that inner turmoil that has no room for outer space
She saw not the moon, and not her child and none of their wonder as each beheld the other

I looked into the sky again to see the moon that earlier made me sigh
I see the moon! I said silently, as if to acknowledge what she'd discovered
Her joy unbounded, mine still undercover
Though my expression more subdued, we both had found a treasure money cannot buy

I see the moon! I said a hundred times, delighted at the sound
I marveled that in the times I had failed to see the moon
It had not failed to shine with stars around it strewn
Seeing such tonight, moon-tide fears were drowned

If in aging my eyes should dim down to blind
And if I cannot see the moon in more darkness than the night
May I still look up and yell, “I see the moon!” with sheer delight
And in faith know it's there for another child to find

If you see the moon tonight know it is the same moon shining here
Not since the day the dish ran away with the spoon
Have I ever yelled so much I see the moon! I see the moon! I see the moon!
Nothing is ever far away when someone sees the moon so near.

Friday 10 January 2014

Crocodile River



Crocodile, river, crocodile, run,
I've had enough of your crocodile fun
Petty little lies, stupid little fears
I've had enough of your crocodile tears

I'm on the river ridin a raft,
Sun on my face, wind on my back
Heading right down to the rum runner's shack
I'm gone for good won't never come back

You didn't call to see I was fine,
You just called hear to yourself wine
Dropped me a note, I dropped you for good
I drew a line and that's where I stood.

Sitting on the porch in this shanty dig,
Cellar full of rum and plenty to swig
Rock n' and a rollin in my rocking chair
Sweet smell of summer, fillin the air.

Crocodile river, crocodile run,
Crocodile gun and bootleg rum
Crocodile river, crocodile tears,
A shabby old shack and nothing to fear.

Crocodile river, crocodile rock
Just gotta fix me the hole in my sock
Patched up my jeans and I'm looking sweet,
Just gotta get me some shoes for my feet

You called me vindictive, you called me a swine
From my new perspective I'm doing just fine
You keep away you crocodile fool
Or you'll learn a lesson they don't teach in school

I've got a gun, loaded and cocked
Ready to shoot at the next crying croc
Come here again and I'm gonna shoot,
Skin me a croc for some crocodile boots.

Crocodile, river, crocodile, run
dee, da, dee, dee, da dee, dee da, dee dum...



Katrina Boguski January 10, 2014