Kav the Writer

Greetings strong friends!  In this post I will share three poems from 'Monster Poetry'. They are deep and dark, and a little funny, because that is needed. I will try to make some longer post with more content than just posting one poem at a time. Though, this means that I won't be posting as often as I did from the beginning. I'm very proud of my work, and I really like sharing it and get feedback, and just spread some joy, entertainment and food for thoughts.  I hope it works out and that you'll enjoy it.  The Cranky Count In a creepy castle, dark and tall, Lives Dracula, the scariest of all. With fangs like knives and a cloak so black, He’s always sneaking, so watch your back! He’s ancient, cranky, and hates sunlight, He’d rather lurk in the dead of night. Sipping “tomato juice” from a glass, But blink too long, and he’ll be on your neck, fast! He thinks he’s classy, dressed in style, But smelling like dust, he’ll cramp your smile. He’s got no Wi-Fi...

  A few jokes #2   What do you call an alligator in a vest? An investigator...     What do you call a bear with no teeth? A gummi bear...     What do you call a sleeping bull? A bulldozer... Why don't oysters donate to charity? Because they are shellfish!     Why did the frog take the bus to work? Because his car got toad...     Why are fish so smart? Because they live in schools.     My fridge is a terrible secret keeper. It keeps spilling the beans...     I tried to organize my socks, but they refused to tow the line... And that sucks! I hope this brings a little smile or some giggles. :)

  Make Crops, Not War! From Aotearoa, far and wide, Came a god of peace, so no need to hide. With kūmara as his grand delight, He keeps our tummies full at night. His carvings stand with moko bold, A digging stick he loves to hold. No six-pack abs, no warrior’s spear, Just farming skills and lack of fear. While Tūmatauenga fights and swears, Rongo's chilling… No war, no cares. "Let’s plant some yams!" he tells the land, And peace breaks out just as he planned. He talks to gods, and he calls the rain, So crops will grow and ease our pain. Forget your swords, just grab a hoe, And let the sweet potatoes flow! Yes, this is Rongo, who is kind and grand, The chillest god across the land. No battle scars, no mighty roars, Just farming vibes and zero wars! - Kasper F. Christiansen Some great points are given here. Might be a god worth praying to. I hope you enjoyed this poem.

  Morning's Kiss Golden beams wake the sleepy earth, Painting skies with a whispered birth. Warming touch on the morning dew, Kissing flowers with shades anew. Gentle glow in the afternoon, Melts away the cold too soon. Dancing light on the ocean's crest, Guiding hearts to a place of rest. Fading blush at the twilight's call, Soft embrace as shadows fall. Lingering hues in the evening's grace, A quiet promise, day's embrace. - Kasper F. Christiansen This is truly the beauty of waking up early. Getting those morning vibes. Get a jump on the day with a warm and golden beam. It's amazing. I hope you enjoyed this poem.

  Wet Socks, Big Smiles With boots on tight, I take a leap, Into a puddle that's ankle-deep. Water splashes high and I feel so bold, But now my toes are icy cold! I jump again and can't help but grin, As raindrops soak me, chin to shin. The puddles win, my socks are wet, But it's the most fun I've had yet! - Kasper F. Christiansen As a child this is pure joy, fun and a very normal thing to do. I believe more should do this. Even adults. Leave the smartphone at home.  Go outside. Jump in a puddle. As high as you can. Splash!  This is something we miss in our lives. That simple fun and joy. I hope you enjoyed this little poem.

  Breathe and Stay Calm When life’s a storm, and winds grow strong, Just breathe in deep, where you belong. Let silence fill the air you take, And find the peace no fear can shake. In every breath, the world slows down, No need to wear a heavy crown. Release the weight that burdens you, And see the sky return to blue. Stay calm within, don’t chase the race, The quiet heart will find its pace. With steady hands and open mind, You’ll leave the rush and peace you’ll find. So breathe, let go, no need to fight, In stillness waits the softest light. For in the calm, life’s clearer way, You’ll face the dawn of a brighter day. - Kasper F. Christiansen This poem has helped me many times and still is. It's deep and touching. It's honest and true. I believe we all need this once in a while. I hope you enjoy this poem as much as I do.

  The Night of the Nian From mountains high and oceans deep, The Nian stirred from its year-long sleep. With eyes like fire and teeth that gleam, It haunted villages like a waking dream. Its claws could tear, its horns could gore, A lion-dragon beast of lore. At midnight's strike, it prowled for prey, "Kids beware!" the elders say. But Nian, you see, was scared as well, Of noise and lights and fire's yell. A burst of red? It’d flee in fear, No monster likes a lantern near. So bang your drums and light the sky, Laugh loud enough to terrify! The Nian runs with a hasty roar, And you’ll be safe for one year more. - Kasper F. Christiansen I hope that you enjoyed this poem. It is from the book 'Monster Poetry'.

  The Terror of Moria From the depths of shadowed years, In Morgoth’s service, born of fears, With wings of shadow and eyes that burn, And a flaming whip that makes courage churn. The dwarves delved down with their hearts so bold, In search of mithril, diamonds and gold. But when they struck the fateful vein, They freed the beast: Durin’s Bane. With its fiery whip and its blazing sword, It sent Dwarves to flee from their own hoard. Now Moria’s halls is where goblins dwell, Because this scary balrog made life a hell. It ruled Moria, long and dread, Until Gandalf faced it, unafraid. “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” the wizard cried, And down they fell, what a ride! But heroes rise and shadows fade, Even monsters meet the glorious blade. Durin’s Bane fell in its pride, When Gandalf struck and both had died. - Kasper F. Christiansen I hope you enjoyed this poem, and the poem is from the book 'Monster Poetry'.  "I found it is the small everyday deeds of ordinary f...

  Winter's Best Trick I twist and I tumble around your neck tight, I dance in the wind like I’m ready for flight, I tickle your chin when the snow starts to fall, Without me, my friend, you'd shiver and crawl. I hide all the marks of the cold on your skin, I cover your secrets right up to your chin, In colors or patterns, I steal all the looks, More famous than models in glossy-bought books. In summer I sleep, in your closet I stay, But winter? Oh buddy, I’m queen of the day, No buttons, no zippers, yet holding my throne, Wrapped once or twice, so now you’re never alone. - Kasper F. Christiansen This poem is from a collection called "Wait... What"/"What Am I?" that I'm currently work. Please, feel free to take a guess at what object you think this poem is about.

  A few jokes #1   Why don't elephants use computers? Because they are afraid of the mouse!     What do you call a fish wearing a bow tie? Sofishticated...     What to get when you cross a snake and a pie? A python! How does a cat like its steak? Perfectly cooked!     My backpack and I are very close. We got a lot of baggage together…     I asked my trash can for motivation. It said, "Don't waste your time."     My lamp joined a band. It specializes in light rock... And that's a bright idea!     I gave my pencil a pep talk... It finally felt sharp! It's not pointless anymore! I hope this brings a little smile or some giggles. :)

  The Golden Boy On Delos bright, where he was born, A god of sun and laurel worn. With golden locks and perfect face, He flexes hard, it’s a divine disgrace! His lyre strums with beats so fire, The Muses swoon and their hearts aspire. But if you cross this golden bro, He’ll plague you fast, just so you know! At Delphi’s shrine, his oracles speak, "Your fate is doomed, oops, that sounds bleak!" He shoots his bow with deadly aim, Yet romance-wise… he's kind of lame. Daphne ran, she wasn’t that keen, She’d rather turn into a tree than be seen! So Apollo sighs, "Guess I’ll stay bright, And ride my sun chariot outta sight!" - Kasper F. Christiansen I guess we all know a guy like this. I hope you enjoyed the poem.

  The Misunderstood Monster He is patched-up strange, a walking fright, With stitches showing and skin so tight! One eye is too big, the other small, He lumbers down the empty hall. Don’t make him mad, or else beware, He’ll give you quite the spooky scare! He has read some books, so he’s super smart, But “normal life” is not his art. Just wants a friend, but gets a scream, Like he’s the villain of a meme. Kids run away when he says “Hi!” Guess charm was never his strong guy. Abandoned by his “dad,” poor dude, Now all he’s got is an attitude. A monster? Sure, but feel his pain, Because people treat him with disdain. So if you see him on the street, Just wave, who knows? He might be sweet! - Kasper F. Christiansen One of the first poems that I have ever written. I hope you enjoyed it.