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A Name No One Can Say

Wednesday, August 11th, 2010
This poem is for Project OpenBook, a community-built children’s book. Details below.

I have a name no one can say;
The spelling is in disarray,
The vowels tend to go astray,
The consonants make spittle spray.

My parents didn’t try, per se,
To make it easy to mis-say,
They only wanted to convey
That I was special, cool–outré.

And that desire made them mislay
Their sanity (a face that they
Don’t even dare try to downplay,
And one that causes me dismay.)

And so this name no one can say
Has cursed me to this very day–
What did you ask? My name, you say?
What is this name no one can say?

It doesn’t matter anyway–
Everybody calls me Joe.

Karen Bjork KubinWritten by Karen Bjork Kubin.
Illustrated by ??? Why no art ???

Project OpenBook is a community-built children’s book. Your rating determines what goes into the book. All proceeds go to funding a young girl’s education.

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The Seeker’s Lament

Monday, April 19th, 2010

I’ve counted one-to-ten,
And now the game is on.
I’ve started with my searching
To find out where you’ve gone.

You’re not in the hall closet
Or underneath your bed.
And I’m absolutely certain
You’re not perched upon my head.

You can’t be in your toy chest,
It’s full of teddy bears.
I opened up your dresser,
And just found underwear.

I’ve peered down from the ceiling
And gazed up from the floor.
Am I nuts for thinking
You’re not here any more?

Have you gone to London
To sip tea with the queen?
Or traveled to the past
In a time machine?

Are you sailing ‘round the world
Hanging from a kite?
Or trekking to the Arctic
To see the northern lights?

Are you in Nebraska
Wrangling with cowboys?
Or starting up a band
And making tons of noise?

What if you joined the circus
To swing from a trapeze?
Or squeezed into a hive
To dwell among the bees?

I don’t know what I’d do
If you left me all alone,
But sit and cry and pout and mope
And whine and moan and groan.

I guess I must sound silly,
Thinking you’re not here.
You couldn’t have gone far.
You must be very near.

You’re just so good at hiding.
You’re hidden very well.
Exactly where you’re lurking
I have no way to tell!

I’ve searched in every cranny.
I’ve covered every nook.
I’m sure that I could find you
If I just knew where to look!

Matt GovigWritten by Matt Govig.
Illustrated by ??? Why no art ???

Matt lives in San Francisco, but grew up in Nebraska. He is a Web Content Strategist with lots of experience being silly. His favorite things to do include taking pictures, writing poems & short stories, and playing video games. He has started writing a novel, but can’t seem to finish it.

Project OpenBook is a community-built children’s book. Your rating determines what goes into the book. All proceeds go to funding a young girl’s education.

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Shadow Puppets

Friday, March 26th, 2010
This poem is for Project OpenBook, a community-built children’s book. Details below.

Flip the switch. Turn out the light.
I’ve got my lantern burning bright.

Meet my bird. His name is Moe.
I taught him how to squawk “hello”.

And who is this? It’s Bernie Bunny.
He steals Moe’s food. He thinks it’s funny.

But holy cow! Moe’s growing ears.
And from his beak a trunk appears.

And from this trunk a trumpet sounds.
Moe blasts the bunny and away he bounds.

But when I ask what just occurred,
Moe smiles and squawks, “Pretty bird.”

Phil HausslerWritten by Phil Haussler.

Project OpenBook is a community-built children’s book. Your rating determines what goes into the book. All proceeds go to funding a young girl’s education.

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