Tag: Poems

Every time you join a group on meetup.com, you get asked a set of questions for your profile. The Glen Ellyn Clay meetup has some fun questions, so I had fun answering them. What are the top 3 things you would…

Ever work on a spreadsheet in Google Drive to do some quick sorting or calculation, but then never name the spreadsheet? I’ve done that so many times where I forget to delete the draft spreadsheet. Find all your untitled spreadsheets…

While putting away laundry, I tweaked my right knee, prompting me to lie down and think of this poem: Popped right gone knee, stopped night laundry — Matt Maldre (@mattmaldre) February 13, 2014 At first I was thinking about how…

What happens when you forget your hat at a friend’s place? I left my hat at at Bible Study last night. My friend Chris texted me, “U forgot ur hat” Hat is such a fun rhyming word (as Dr. Seuss…

Birds have cars. Flying cars. They are invisible flying cars. We just can’t see their cars. but that’s how birds can fly. Yup. Birds leave their invisible cars parked around everywhere. They just hop into one and fly off. They…

Here’s a fun poem: yeah but but yeah

A friend recently posted on her facebook status, “Goodnight moon… please children, scootch closer.” That’s really neat. I like thoughtful, short, simple poetic quotes. It would be cool if there was a twitter account that posted just one interesting poetic…

A fun two-line poem: ============= no delete co plete ============= yes! It rhymes and it forces you to complete the poem in your mind. You have to add the m. See! The m, it’s missing, but your mind adds it.…

OH HOW I LOVE WALKING IN THE SNOW! The cashier at Walgreens doesn’t think so, “All that cold makes me wanna die, y’know?” I encouraged her, “you need some good boots to go. They empower you to be oh so…

My niece took her first steps yesterday! Here’s a poem I wrote for her to commemorate this event: During the 2008 Olympics Livvy started her walking kicks Olivia so full of pep, took three small steps! With those three paces,…

Ironicsans has an interesting blog post about how overpasses are so handy, yet so forgotten. “Crossing over just a few lanes of traffic, they are simultaneously bridge and tunnel. We pass them and immediately forget about them. They are the…

(photo courtesy Chicago Tribune) Oh Pigeon Man of Lincoln Square, With fire hydrant as your chair, You fed the pigeons with such care. You even let them sit in your hair! In 2007 a Chevrolet Geo van Struck Mr. Joseph…

Here’s something to try maybe later. while inside descending elevator: Walk in circles going clockwise. This is something I highly advise. For while you on the descend and walking round-n-round my friend, the qualities you quite imbue Is like you…

The empty coat closet at work, no jackets inside do lurk. All is quiet and still, Nothing moving notta nill. I hang my coat off to the side, setting over any jacket pride. Don’t want it to get in the…

Oh keyboard you look so comfy. Let me rest my head upon your giving keys. You are not like my desk so hard and flat. Your keys conform gently upon my face. Let me rest my head against the P…

The following poem was inspired by the super loud firetruck horn that just blew down on Michigan Avenue. I’m up on the 14th floor and it was quite loud from up here. The horn musta been so loud that it…

Such sheer joy should not be allowed. My feet are wrapped in essence of cloud. Walking along pleased and proud, A new pair of socks they were endowed.

After many, many, many, many, many posts on anti-pigeons, maybe they aren’t all that bad. They are tough survivers and add a non-human element to urban areas. They do have nice different colors. And they do walk in a funky…

My hands used to be clean, but then this tangerine became a juiceball machine and destroyer of all hygiene. Once so tasty and juicy, now just messy and goosey. It’s all over the freakin place on my nose ears and…

Oh neglected elevator smells of dead alligator. Graphitti scrawled on the wall looking like a urinal stall. Inside we stand so nervous did the elevator just go out of service? Will someone please lend a hand for this elevator that…

Today, I was innocently standing at the train station when a stealth pigeon pooped all over my shoulder and arm. Last tuesday, I got bird poop on my back at McDonalds. It seems that Tuesdays are now my bird poop…

A playful balance between Beuys the warm with Warhol the cold. The chalkboard, a tool used by Beuys with cold and inhuman computer printouts, something Warhol would have liked. The wax prints are warmed up (a la Beuys). The poem…