Super Toddler to the Rescue

Little Lia Vega, you are a real life superhero.
I didn't need to see a cape around your neck to know.
At age two, you used your words and mastered a cell phone
when mommy needed help and no one else was home.
That instinct will serve you well throughout life.
I hope you continue to use it to out smart strife.

© 2011 - all rights reserved - Rachel Hoyt


Technorati Tags: Entertainment, Superhero, Children, Saved, Poetry

I've Got a Sweet Tooth for This Book

Once upon a time, at the edge of the galaxy,

two sweet tooths decided to start a family.

The cravings these two shared weren't all about candy,

but while drawing and writing they surely ate plenty.

The she sweet tooth spun silly tales with hidden adult meaning.

The he sweet tooth doodled them to make kids think they're dreaming.

Together they created a new type of candy store -

one with bubbly cartoons and rockin' rhymes galore!

Everyone who wants to can visit their store

and come back again anytime they want more

in The Candy Store at the Edge of the Galaxy,

a rhymetastic new book I thought you should see.

The brief theme of gambling and talk of rear ends

might bother my more conservative friends

but really the collection is wholesome and cute

and contains lessons written by someone very astute.

© 2011 - all rights reserved - Rachel Hoyt

Before I go, let me leave you with one poem from the book.

I should hope that, by now, you're dying to take a look!

BAD DAY

by Aleza Freeman

My hair is tangled,

My nails are a mess,

I spilled a soy latte

all over my dress.

There's a hole in my sock,

I tripped over a rock,

I was late for my date

'cause I don't have a clock.

My head is pounding,

My pet bird is dead,

I just got a ticket

for running a red.

Overdue for vacation

but working instead.

Oh, why did I even

get out of bed?

© 2011 - Big Doodle Head


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Stopping Satellite Showers

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The sky is spewing satellites down upon the earth.

Once they land, far fewer parts will have value or worth.

Plus, allowing them to just come flying, crashing down,

brings much fear upon my heart and to my face a frown.

I'm glad to hear one company has a well timed, thorough plan

to save us money while recycling all the space junk that they can.

They plan to launch one big craft loaded with several smaller pods

which they'll dispatch to scavenge for valuable satellite rods.

I fear our worsening whirling, swirling atmosphere of debris.

I'd love to let a remote controlled vessel brave this danger for me.

I do hope said vessel is prepared to be watched like a hawk

to ensure that all it does is reconfigure used antennae stock.

I learned from the story of Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout

that you should always, always, always take the garbage out.

If we continue to let our satellite junk accumulate,

satellite showers will be our destiny and death by trash our fate.

To survive we'd have to find the place Sarah Stout's neighbors hid,

while ignoring a simple lesson learned long ago as an innocent kid.

We need not (yet) fear getting crushed by a tower of rancid spoiled food,

but we may get stabbed by satellite parts as proof that ditching trash is rude.

© 2011- all rights reserved - Rachel Hoyt

Technorati Tags: Space, Junk, Recycle, Humor, Satellite, Poetry

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I'll send them to you every two months without fail
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