Sometimes...

Sometimes...

Sometimes I feel silly,
And I need to dance and sing.
Sometimes I feel thoughtful,
And just focus on one thing.

Sometimes I am joyful,
All the world’s a happy place.
Sometimes I’m unhappy,
And wear my frowny face.

Sometimes I’m confused,
Can’t seem to get from a to b.
But no matter how I feel,
I know I’m always me.

©2009-Art Belliveau

Back Seat Boredom

Back Seat Boredom

I was riding in the back seat,
As bored as I could be,
Wishing the car ride wasn't so long,
Wishing for something to see.

Outside the car was boring,
Nothing to see for miles.
Except, of course, for the unicorns,
And the purple crocodiles.

The lollipop trees were in full bloom;
Every color was shining bright.
The chocolate rivers flowed next to the road,
On both the left and the right.

The flying pigs and wombats,
Were dancing an aerial ballet.
And I just sat there bored to tears,
Another ho-hum day.

©2009-Art Belliveau

Light Traveler

Light Traveler

I packed up all my shoes.

I packed up all my clothes.

I packed up all of my toiletries.

I packed up the garden hose.

I packed my computer and printer.

I packed up some paper and ink.

I packed up my umbrella stand.

I packed up the kitchen sink.

I packed up the rose bush.

I packed up the tire swing.

I packed up the TV set.

I packed up my favorite ring.

I would have packed up lots more stuff,

But I thought it wouldn’t be right.

How much more stuff could I need?

I would just be gone one night.

©2009-Art Belliveau

Billy Had a Great Big Squid

Billy Had a Great Big Squid

Billy had a great big squid

Great big squid

Great big squid

Billy had a great big squid

'Cause he was one weird kid

It followed him to school one day

School one day

School one day

It followed him to school one day

Then it dried out and died

The kids all had some calimari

Calimari

Calimari

The kids all had some calimari

’Cept Billy who was sad

©2009-Art Belliveau

The Night the Palm Trees Walked

The Night the Palm Trees Walked

The night the palm trees walked

The woke me from bed.

Then they headed to my room,

And I thought that I was dead.

There root scootched 'cross the ground,

Man they were moving fast.

As they drew closer to me,

I prayed that they'd go past.

All that junk food that I ate

Before I went to bed,

Was jumping in my stomach,

Like ten monkeys on a bed.

I moaned and groaned and ran,

Well, at least I tried.

Palm tree arms reached out to grab me,

And real soon I was tied.

And as the trees decided,

To see how many rings I had,

I was suddenly awakened

By my momma and my dad.

I never will again,

Eat so much junk food before bed.

Apparently all that stuff

Really messes with my head.

©2009-Art Belliveau

Claudia Skye

Claudia Skye

My name is Claudia Skye

and I shape clouds all day.

I can make scary dragons or

cute little bunnies at play.

If you are feeling sad,

A little blue or down,

I will try to cheer you up

With a smiley-faced cloud clown.

If you are ready for a nap,

But cannot go to sleep,

I will make a cloud fence for you,

And over it jump cloud sheep.

I make castles, trees, and cars

Up in the sky for you.

It gives you something fun to see

When you've nothing else to do.

©2009-Art Belliveau

There’s a Rhinoceros in My Spaghetti

There’s a Rhinoceros in My Spaghetti


There’s a rhinoceros in my spaghetti!
What am I going to do?
It’s slurping up all of my pasta,
And gobbling the meatballs up, too.

It’s rolling ’round in the tomato sauce,
It’s really making a mess.
The tablecloth’s getting all gooey,
And there’s dribbles all over my dress.

My mother will never believe me,
She’ll say her kitchen isn’t a zoo.
But there’s a rhinoceros in my spaghetti,
And I swear what I’m saying is true.

©2009-Art Belliveau

senryu 5/23/09

through rolled down windows

"Life in the Fast Lane" blares out

the irony stings

haiku 5/23/09

low hanging grey clouds

spitting warm drops of water

empty streets below

©2009-Art Belliveau

senryu 5/23/09

I have often found

days filled with doing nothing

the most exhausting

©2009-Art Belliveau