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A Halloween Carol – A Poem by Kelly D. Tolman and Qim Tolman

admin — Sun, 24 Oct 2010 15:43:49 +0000

Once upon a Halloween dreary
Sat little Johnny weak and weary
“What shall I be a goblin bold
A ghost so old
A super hero or a princess fairy
Or a vampire dark and scary”
And as he sat heard a creek
A step on the stairs and a shriek
“Who’s there,” he cried.
The ghost of Halloween past a voice replied.
A vision opened to his view,
As dorky costumes paraded through.
Wonder woman and Superman underoos,
Shee-rah, He-man, and the ooze.
“Save me! Save me!” Johnny said,
“There must be something better ahead.”
The vision closed. Johnny sighed.
“Whatever shall I be tonight?”
A ghostly wailing filled the room.
Johnny shuddered with doom.
“I’ve come to save you from cliché,
Vampires and werewolves are so passé.
This year the costume that will make them scream
Is the snot beast, oozing slime at every seam.
Then came a shrill yell
Like a long broken bell.
Johnny saw the grim reaper,
And wished he was a deep sleeper.
He took Johnny to a dark street
Where gross costumes he could meet.
The reaper said, “Gross is the best,
So be a snot beast like all the rest.”
Johnny thanked all the ghosts
That visited him in the night
To tell him which costumes
Would give trick-or-treaters a fright.

You may listen to the audio for A Halloween Carol here.

My Light – A Poem by Kelly D. Tolman

admin — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 12:40:37 +0000

Suddenly there came a thought
As I sat, guided by a silent ray,
To go, to share, to help and pray,
I felt full of desire,
To shine for the world,
But I knew I could not rise.

My inner shell is too tight,
As I sit, still like a brick and listen.
Sparkling insights dance and glisten,
Along the length of my soul.
The spark calls to me.
But no, I must stay instead.

And give my light in drops,
Tiny but effective,
To burn away the loss,

Of those
who need,
or hurt,
or want,
Who pass,
unseen,
unheard,
unloved,
My way,
at home,
at school,
at play.

I will give my light
Free to all who would come until
I am fulfilled, and none
Are left empty, all
Are full.

Dream On – A Poem by Kelly D. Tolman

admin — Wed, 16 Sep 2009 12:21:01 +0000

Never fail to dream.
Believe there is more,
Life giving magic streams,
Bubbling on golden shores.

Or passion rending fantasies
Whose shades twist and never end,
Because of a visionary
Who builds upon a promised land.

Wear within your broken heart
The lock of happiness and joy
That comes from the dreamer’s art
Played recklessly in thoughtful ploy.

Be imagination’s well,
Even if you think you can’t.
Thrive through times of trial
And find and use all your talents.

Use the tools God gave you.
Dream, hope, and live again.
Do what spirits do,
And love, dream, fly, spin.

And do it all again.

Happy? – A Poem by Kelly D. Tolman

admin — Fri, 10 Apr 2009 09:53:30 +0000

Smiles soft as summer days.
Now red as if painted on.
The mark placed here will never fade.
Its twisted visage grows bleak
And almost streaks away.
Bubbling now this smile grows
To cover, blend in deathly haze
Running down, spreading out
This smile dances, smudges, plays.
A gross mark to end all smiles.