21
Aug

Friday Flash: The Phone Conscience

THE PHONE CONSCIENCE


the phone

sometimes

it makes you

moan

-

sometimes

it tells you

ridiculous things

-

this morning

it told me

to try

growing wings!

-

or to

rake

with a

wooden

stake

-

but since I already have wings

I think i’ll try old fashioned things

*

 
30
Jul

Friday Flash: THE MERMAID

THE MERMAID
-

Water flowed deep within her veins.

She was beautiful for someone who

had experienced something so tragic.
-

Her tail quivered and

swished with the waves

of memories that haunted
-

her. The whales

took her inside and

gave her dinner.
-

admin note: When I posted this for Monsterbat, WordPress refused to leave empty spaces between stanzas. The dashes in this poem are only filling in for the empty space. Also, as always, the above poem is completely the work of Monsterbat.

 
22
Jul

Poem: MONSTERBAT

MONSTERBAT

Alas, in our darkest hour

a glorious creature came.

Monsterbat,

no man nor rat

doth not know his name.

*

Monsterbat, with him around,

no bad thing came real near.

Monsterbat, if they did you’d

slowly kick their rear.

*

Monsterbat, slowly thought,

as he battled ring after ring,

that in this town, he would be

only but a thing.

**

~admin note: The above work is entirely the creation of Monsterbat.

 
19
Jul

WHAT I DID ON MY SUMMER VACATION

WHAT I DID ON MY SUMMER VACATION

I had loads of fun on my summer vacation to Dayton. We went to a mini-golf arcade place and shot some holes while Mom went to Writers’ Workshop. Dad and I also mined for gems at the Indian cavern. What a fun time I had!

Our family ate exotic vegan foods there! We went to Pattycake Bakery and got some vegan deserts. Mom, Dad, and I went to Mijiers and got vegan salt and vinegar potato chips. As it went down my throat it gave me a most pleasurable time.

We had fun, but then we had to go home. On the way home I played with the magnificent toys that my wonderful mother and my most precious father gave me. Then we went to the Indian cavern again and mined once more. Then we went home, and new adventures began with more fun then ever!

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*written 2010-07-18 by Monsterbat

 
7
Jun

Paper Sculptures

*From left to right- bat, small bat, and an abstract sculpture. These are all completely the creations of Monsterbat. ~admin

 
2
Jun

Poem: Untitled #2

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Shining silver,
glistening gold.
That was all
in the mines of old,
and for all of you
the story’s ’bout to be
told.

Millions of millions of
years ago,
when the earth was
covered in snow,
a million people took a pole

“Lets block the roads
where the wizards come.
All in favor
drink a bottle of rum.”
and everyone was drunk that night.

And that was the end
of a civilization.
Drinking and driving
for a new sensation.
The whole world
drank from a
bottle of ale.
We’ve reached the end
of our tale.

*note: Monsterbat instructs the reader to keep in mind that the above poem is meant to be read “in a sing-song fashion to the first piece of  ‘Bye Bye Miss American Pie.’” ~admin

 
9
May

THE ELEMENT FIRING SHIELD SWORD

THE ELEMENT FIRING SHIELD SWORD

I made this, and I hope you enjoy it.

These are instructions for how to use my sword.

*note: The design and assembly of the sword above is the sole creation of Monsterbat. ~admin

 
7
May

Poem: Opposites

Opposites

red, blue, green
everything, nothing
black or white

to be
or  not to be
Shakespeare

gray
light, dark
crystal, rock

sharp, dull
big, small
tiny, large

 
6
May

Poem: Vegan

VEGAN”

 
Life as a vegan
can be hard,
so watch out
what you eat
 
corn, veggies,
mashed potatos
and a big red beet.
 
Life as a vegan
can be beautiful,
so please understand
 
don’t hurt cow,
goat, or sheep,
and please
don’t destroy woodland.
 
 
*Monsterbat regrets that he has been unable to update his blog until now due to his busy school schedule, but he hopes you enjoy his poem.
                                       ~admin
 
22
Apr

Poem: Untitled

written 2010-04-22

Blue grass sparkles.
Red glass glows.
White crystal gleams.
Black clouds snow.

No good comes from rage.
No rage comes from good.
No one really acts
the way they really should

How can anyone write
what they’re looking for?
No one can really write
if their hands are really sore.

How can anyone write
if someone is always saying “get them!”
A oh! Oh no!
we’ve reached the end of this poem.

I had fun at the writing club. I got a glowy bracelet. I made the poem shown above. I also got to meet other kids. I had a good time.