Muppet Songs And Poetry

Bridget

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Hey everyone, hope you've all had a glittery day! Anyways, I cannot put into words how fond I am of writing, and how much I enjoy it! Ever since I was young I've just had a sincere passion for writing stories, poems, songs, and all of the above. However, I find that poetry is something that really sparks my interest, therefore inspiring me to create some of my own Muppet related works. I just want to see where the Muppet world can take me in my writing, and see how descriptive I can get. Of course I am a writer in training (so I will definitely not be perfect!) Therefore, if anyone finds grammar or spelling mistakes please don't hesitate to let me know! And if anyone has any suggestions on how I can make my poems better, I'd appreciate them! I'm not one of those people who reject criticism, but rather honor it! Thank you in advance!
 

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This first one is dedicated to one of my most beloved Muppets, Miss Piggy. It is written in first-person, and is addressed to her dearest lover. I hope you like it...

When Will Thee Confess?

When will thee confess the true and sincere love for Moi? The love is engraved in your hardened chest.
I realize that it must be very risky to admit it, because you fear reactions from the rest.
But truly, how afraid are vous? Can you truly resist this? Or is this just a game to keep me aiming at your heart?
Most men would just come out and say, or even duck and run away. But you refuse to let me know, you stand against a blank white wall.
What is it with your shyness, are you waiting for "some day"? Because by the time you're ready, I'd already walked away. Perhaps you do not admire moi, I take that back at once. How could one not admire a swine with purple, satin gloves!
What's not to like about me, I'm feminine! Petite! I see the game you're playing, you feel me walking on your feet? You feel that moi's aggressive? Too heavy, too impulsive? For if you do my dear, then it's okay.
I do it because of my love for you, does anyone else seem to do this too? See my sweet, I told vous I'm unique! I dress so elegant each day just to capture your dreamy eyes, obviously it's a waist, you ignore; no surprise. Or- perhaps you do notice my fancy way of dress! Maybe you just wish to keep silent from the rest.
And yet! You announce on television, "Piggy and I are!" But whenever we return to life our relationship's so far. Now the people are deceived by every word you say. Kermie, how on Earth could you live with knowing this every single day?
Don't take my words as lies or threats, I'm only speaking my heart. Would you rather me come to your door on my knees halfway apart? Besides, I'd dirty up my dress, and that just will not do. Kermie, please confess it, I know you love me too!
 

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WOW THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL...ops sorry i didn't mean to yell but this i so lovely like i got a little teary eyed because everythings true . Brava brava i look forward to another one of your poems:fanatic:
 

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WOW THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL...ops sorry i didn't mean to yell but this i so lovely like i got a little teary eyed because everythings true . Brava brava i look forward to another one of your poems:fanatic:
Oh, thank you so much! I just love your avatar by the way it's very cute! I just wanna make sure that others like it okay before I add another. I don't want to get ahead of myself.
 

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Oh, thank you so much! I just love your avatar by the way it's very cute! I just wanna make sure that others like it okay before I add another. I don't want to get ahead of myself.
Ty, yours is cute too:wink:, and i wouldn't worry about the others they probably will adore it ,like i do :smile:
 

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Oh Bridget, dear! I could totally hear Piggy in that poem. My goodness... that was so beatufil and serious at the same time. So, moi's name is not Sirus, never call me Shirley, and it's Colette, okay?

EDIT - I didn't mean to be so rude, but keep posting, Bridget. Keep sparkling on your work, girl!
 

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Oh Bridget, dear! I could totally hear Piggy in that poem. My goodness... that was so beatufil and serious at the same time. So, moi's name is not Sirus, never call me Shirley, and it's Colette, okay?

EDIT - I didn't mean to be so rude, but keep posting, Bridget. Keep sparkling on your work, girl!
Thanks sooo much! What did you mean by that third sentence there? Did I call you by the wrong name of accident? :embarrassed:

*Working to perfect more poems. Coming soon.*
 

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Greatly Misunderstood
A pig I’ve been, a pig I am, a pig I’ll forever stay.
Indeed I’ve been a lonely pig before my Hollywood days.
Before the flashy sparkling lights, before the autographs
Prior to the face massages, makeovers and cucumber baths

Before I met my dearest frog, before the twinkle in my eye
Before I met him, said,”Bonjour”, or left and said “Goodbye
Prior to the screaming fans, or duets on TV
Before I knew a single thing, before I even knew me.

Once upon a tiny farm, where my joyful family resided,
I used to be an energetic pig, and I wasn’t fearful to hide it.
My father, who would treat me well, always tucked me in at night,
He tucked me in a stack of hay, singing towards the sky

Mother wasn’t always stern; she used to be a saint!
On summer days when I thought not, she’d take me out to paint!
We’d paint whatever we could find! A tree, a horse, the sun!
And there was father smiling hard, he was a cheerful one.

Then one day when rain fell from the angry, smoky clouds
I was ordered into the barnyard, they closed the red roof down.
The doors were shut, it was a daze! No one knew what was occurring!
The entire hint that I was given was the scent of – something burning!

The lightning boomed; the thunder clapped, as I lay against my golden hay stack
My ears were perked, I listened well! And then I realized Father wasn’t back!
I searched for Mother full of tears, I had no clue, I just had fear.
There she was with grayish cheeks, cramped between two frightened sheep!
After hours of madness and chaos, the doors swung open with craze
I slowly emerged from my favorite spot; the field was full of play
‘But how on earth, ‘I thought to myself. ‘Just a second ago was mad! Should I be feeling merry, or worried, or even sad?’
Farmer Jenkins swept past us all, carrying some scrap of meat.
Blood dripped from his crisply hands onto his jeans and feet.

‘He must’ve killed another cow’ I said in my aching mind.
Once again a life had been unnecessarily sacrificed.
If Father were here he’d curse against that straw-haired, heartless beast!
He’d explain to me about their kind; how they use us for their feasts.

Suddenly I was reminded, where could Father be at this time?
Usually he’d be at the fence slurping slop, or with Mother spending time.
I galloped behind the barnyard, where the mocha mud lay deep.
Well, honestly it wasn’t mud; the sun dried it with its heat.

“Father” I called in a high pitched voice. My sound was always funny.
I waited for at least a minute, there was no: “Right here honey!”
My heart sank deep into my chest, my blonde curls floated with the wind.
Where could he be, if he’s not here? Perhaps mother knows where he went!
With enormous curiosity, I searched around the corner.
There was mother knitting a scarf; tear drops covered her all over.
Never did mother display this emotion, not even in front of my dad!
Then it hit me ever so hard; could this be why she’s- sad?

“What’s happened, Mother?” I asked gently. I wanted not to kill more of her spirit.
“Get away from me, now!” she bellowed hard, she did not want to hear it.
I swear that without any protection, my heart would’ve fallen to the ground.
From this moment on, I was alone, just me and no one now.

When evolved into my teens, I began to finally understand.
Father had been harvested, kilt! I’d lost my favorite man.
From that point in my childhood, I toughened up; I put courage on my face!
If I was to never have a father again, I would need someone to take that place!

Why not it be me, (though I am female), aren’t I strong enough?
Who says I can’t be laid back and feminine, and be strong, clever, and tough!
I’ll learn to fight; I’ll learn to respond to anyone’s insulting words!
One day, I’ll become so powerful! The biggest name America’s ever heard!
One day, I’ll fall madly in love with Moi’s mon “capitan”!
Together we’ll sing in harmony, he’ll be the accessory to my “man!”
And then of course I will turn rich, and buy designer clothing.
Never again will I lose hope, never will I stop believing!

And so I did; I toughened up my spirit and my heart.
To the point where even the slightest word you say, may tick me off.
Nowadays I tend to be so cruel, a pig with colder feelings.
Sometimes I have zero patience, and I’m not up to receiving.

If only the world could truly know the pain I once went through.
Perhaps it would be easier, perhaps I’d be true too.
But of course, it’s hard to explain the details of your fate.
For some reason, it sticks with vous, until your final days.

So if you ever wonder, ‘Why must Moi be harsh and feisty?’
Take a tiny, careless moment. Remember, Moi’s harsh story.
 

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Awww! I loved this! You're a very amazing poet! Wonderful even! :smile:
(Or vice versa. :stick_out_tongue:)

Anyhoot, I really like how you captured emotion in what you've written, and I look forward to what's next. :smile:
 
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