Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

It's a most paradoxical season Of candy cane lane and seasonal depression Some call it the winter blues When the days are short and often cloudy And the nights are frigid and black People forget how to drive And your socks are always wet There's an aura of chaos and mayhem At the local shopping mall Santa Claus grumbling behind his beard, overworked While people shop for things, stuff, and gizmos Will he appreciate the stand mixer (50 percent off)? Will she like the stainless steel bracelet? Will they be happy to see a Barbie dreamhouse Under the Walmart Christmas tree? It's hard to think, with all that noise That's part of the reason for winter blues When my skin is dry and scaly And my ears are constantly cold My body always too chilled or too hot Everyone sneezing around me But, it's beautiful too The snowflakes catching on my coat As we ice skate under the stars Time stopping still 'Cause the only cure for winter blues Is a steaming cup of cocoa And good com

Soon, we will live in a world where We can get everything from home And do everything we want From the sofa cushions Because the living room is No longer just the living room It is also a workplace, Doctor’s office, classroom Gym, cinema, jail Everything can be ordered online Stamped and shipped in plastic From China and Bangladesh (But forsake plastic straws in our Cokes!) You can order a week’s worth of food, Or a wedding dress, or a new cat Or tires, or even sex At the click of an app A touch of the keys Soon, we will live in a world where Robots will drive us, feed us, calm us As if we haven’t learned anything From decades of sci-fi prophecies Robots will take all the jobs From truck driver to waiter We won’t know if we’re chatting With a person filled with heart or oil That will be the peak of efficiency May we ask ourselves… What then?  

I miss the days When I was impressed By nail polish from the dollar store And a double dutch date to the cinema When there was nowhere to go Nothing to do, in particular Except take bus route blue Get off at random stops And explore the dullness of suburbia Because everything was exciting and new Everything shiny, borrowed and blue Even on a road to nowhere En slow route to a somewhere That existed only in a sad fantasy We said, we would never bend To the wills of 'the man' We said we would eat coconuts All day under palm trees We would be different We would be famous Even though all we had Was some allowance in our pockets And a failed driver's test score But oh was it romantic To hop on a bus to nowhere With the rain pattering on the windows Or is it just miguided nostalgia? Because I am so glad that, now I am able to drive somewhere Anywhere Everywhere Home

There once was a woman  Who woke up groggy She stumbled out of bed Looked in the mirror And noticed, in shock A worm crawling out of her head It was white and plump A vile thing indeed That no lady should ever see She tried to fish the worm out Of her poor, red ear But it crawled deep as it could be To the doctor she went He peered inside  But nothing could be found Then she heard a voice From inside her head "You really are mentally unsound" Who said that!? She cried The doctor looked around There is no one else here m'am She shook off this feeling Of fear and paranoia And boarded home on the tram As she looked at her reflection In the dark train window A voice said "You're so sickly pale" She stammered, and passengers looked Yet she heard the voice say "No wonder you're bound to fail" In terror, she fled back home Locked herself in the room And cried a deep moan "You're sad and pathetic Everyone thinks you're weird And surely you

It came in the night I was sound asleep When a flash awoke me From the land of sheep I went downstairs Opened the back door My cat rushed in And crouched on the floor There I saw The object of his fear A huge space ship On a new frontier I rubbed my eyes And pinched my skin But the UFO was there When I opened my eyes again Then I heard some munching From the kitchen door So I took a peek And there rustling through my drawers... Was a whole family of  What I can only describe As long limbed martians A four-alien tribe Their skin was blue Eyes big and black They slurped and munched As they made a snack On the table were Stacks of toast Bacon, cheddar, And rib eye roast Excuse me m'am The father asked Could you do for me A little task? Could you fetch me A glass of milk Made by the udders Of a zoptolirk? I said that instead I have milk from oats And from jersey cows And free range goats I don't know any  Of those beasts The alien said Head down in defeat They ate their meal In a f

I've resided in many homes,  in many cities and towns,  in multiple countries, in my life I The first one I can remember was in Poland, a bright carpeted bedroom Where I would listen to poetry audiobooks as I drifted off to sleep I'd recite them by heart in the morning II When we first moved to Canada, we stayed a few nights in a motel room I thought it was the most exciting thing ever Eating Wendy's for dinner III There's a nostalgic bliss of all the time before my tenth birthday An innocence I can only strive for in my dreams Building forts from an old couch in my room IV Our very first house, but not much of a home A backyard that lacked grass and laughter No siderails leading to the basement V We never liked the view, leading to the driveway Maybe that's why our cat ran away And we got a new friend VI A blip in time, the cats multiplied A new house that wasn't meant to last On a crumbling foundation VII Teenage years spent sulking on the bed Laptop warming m