Lets make a party. Bring something to share, besides a poem, on Monday to celebrate our hard work this semester. You could bring drinks, utensils, paper goods, goodies, etc...
Additionally, comment below with the poem you want to share on our poetry read aloud day.
Some may say I’m quite odd
ReplyDeleteI don’t care, for those who mind don’t matter
And those who matter don’t mind
Peers might sometimes be awed
When they find out that I am flawed
But they say I am one of a kind
And I hope to be quite a find
An interest is held in art
It is not the kind most would find in their heart
My taste is very weird
It’s not always much cheered
One day they will see
That the awed are the odd
Their true selves one day they will be
When they eventually find their own key
I Don’t Believe in Love
ReplyDeleteI don’t believe in love!
I don’t- it’s very true
And when I think of love,
I never ever think of you.
I don’t believe in love!
It really doesn’t exist
That warm and caring feeling,
Never really persists.
I don’t believe in love!
It has never really found me
Never stopped to care,
That romantic tingly feeling,
Is never really there.
But when she walks through that door
For everyone to see,
She peers into my heart-
She looks right into me
And what she finds in that pit
Of blackness and disease
Is that I really care for her,
And love has finally found me
I believe in love,
Like nothing else I feel.
I believe in that feeling
Of the romantic loving deal
No longer does my heart dwell
In a abyss of darkness and despair,
But in the glorious light
Of love- I was walking on air
I believe in love!
Yes, it’s really true
And when I think of love,
I think of loving you.
Forever Young
ReplyDeleteGirl:
Eight, nine, ten
Ready or not here I come!
Tiptoeing around the corner
I quietly look behind the door
Nothing
I hear a chair leg squeak
Wheeling around I yell
Gotcha!
My sister sprints into the next room
I am shortly behind
Seeing her dive under a blanket
I run to get her, I can see
A head of blond and two little eyes poking out
Sliding in beside her we hear
Look at me, smile!
Photographer:
Peeking through her fingers I hear her count
Eight, nine, ten
Ready or not
She looks around the corner
Trying to contain her giggles
Spotting her sister
Gotcha
Running off to the living room
Giggling and laughing
Hiding under a blanket
I must capture the moment
I call to the blond duo, grab my camera
Smile!
My love for you,
ReplyDeleteIs tried and true,
Yet still I can’t call you mine,
Even though we together would be divine,
Sailing the high seas,
Feeling the salty breeze
Laughing and talking under the sun,
Life with you would be so much more fun!
The sweetest dream will never do,
Unless it’s with you.
So my heart to you I consign,
Oh Captain Jack Sparrow, won’t you be mine?!
Picture Perfect
ReplyDeleteSmiles spread like sparks
in the dry heat of day
People slip underneath the green foliage
the shadows leaving their skin like dark silk
Laughter is infectious;
bubbling up from rosy young lips
The summer bride shines
from a happy light within
Air is sweet with the joy of new beginnings
and loss of childhood
and remembering old memories
The ancient eyes of the trees
who hold in deep memory
sights of picnics
play-dates
games of tag and hide-and-go-seek
Now view the sacred union of love
The photographer
watches it all through his lens
Until the perfect moment arises
Snap!
Beautiful bride and grinning girl
captured forever
in a moment of pure joy
The Race
ReplyDeleteFaster!
I push myself beyond what I've done before.
I need to work as hard as those of lore.
Make this day count, make the work pay off.
Can't slow down, even though I cough.
Make this race, this bib memorable.
A personal record would be so pleasurable!
Faster!
Watch this runner fly down the course.
Running, running faster than a horse.
Participant Number 30, keep going.
Screams and shouts keep the runner from slowing.
Almost there, about to reach the finish line.
With that great time, this runner cannot whine
Peaceful, Still
ReplyDeleteThe breeze is cool against my skin
The sand warm beneath my feet, still hot from the suns glow
My hair taken up by the wind, dancing about my shoulders
Glinting gold in the dying sunlight
An endless sonnet of waves splashing up the shore, then swimming slowly back to sea
Peaceful
Still
Clouds flicker across the sky like comforting arms, encircling the sun, asking it to retire and come home
Blue sky peeks from behind dark shadows, saying goodnight to another day gone
Peaceful
Still
My eyes are drooping, tired and wind strained
My skin is rough and raw from the baking rays of the sun, tanning my skin
Beads of water dance on my fingertips, licking my bare arms
Peaceful
Still
I see deep orange spill across the darkening sky
And know it is time for me to head home
For the night is young
As I trudge up the beach for the last time that day
I look back
A sudden rush of wind stinging my eyes and blowing my hair out behind me
The waves whisper goodnight
The sun begs me to stay
The morning will come again shortly
Calling me again to the sea
Forever speaking my name...
Peaceful
Still
Her silhouette struck out across the orange sky
Her hair flying out around her bare shoulders
A small smile growing on her lips
The sun hung low in the air engulfed by clouds
Blue sky shimmering lightly on the water
She stood alone
Motionless and still
Her eyes tired and small, but a smile still set on her lips
She turned slowly as if to go
But then spun around swiftly, as if se had heard someone call her name
Stay, stay...
She smiled again at the sea
Those tired eyes longing to stay
But she would be back
Not tomorrow
Never again today
But she would be back
LAter than she believed
Someday again she would be home
Again with the promise of the ever present sea
Peaceful
Still
Let’s walk by the beach, just you and me.
ReplyDeleteLet’s dream of perfect harmony.
Shall we ponder the beauty of this Oregon coast?
Shall we relish in its unequaled glory, foremost?
Let’s perform for the people, just you and me.
Let’s crash, then roll, then put them to sleep,
With our rolling and singing that’s hard to deny,
Let us quiet their hearts like a lullaby.
Let’s listen to the song the ocean now sings,
and bask in the peace its gentleness brings.
Let’s lie on the beach, and glance all around,
Before we fall asleep, safe, happy, and sound.
The day is now done, we relax and sleep too.
We take a break from performing, very similarly to you.
Instead of crashing and yelling and rolling,
We sit here and wait for the upcoming morning.
I'm Awed by Odd Things
ReplyDeleteMany are awed by the crashing of the waves
Or the setting of the sun
Or the blooming of a flower
That's only just begun
I am awed by the odd things
The creation of bubbles
The movement of fish
The makeup in movies
The placement of food on a dish
The prints in the sand
Along the beach side
The spinning of the teacups
At an amusement park ride
The people that can write poems
The people that can draw
The hopping of a bunny
The weaving of straw
I am awed by all of these odd things
Bonded
ReplyDeleteBonded by childhood
My brothers and I
As we watch the waves
Recede and pass by
Times come and go
But this I will remember
Those faces I know
Times spent together
Traveling around the world
Sharing experiences
That soon become curled
Each others accomplices
Mischievous siblings
Sharing memories abound
Given many blessings
We all have been crowned
Bestowed upon with love and kindness
Blessed with your majesty and highness
For these are the virtues
Siblings share
As the year continues
All is not fair
But for now we stand
Hand in hand
Bound together
Loved forever
Bonded by childhood
My brothers and I
As we watch the waves
Recede and pass by
Frosty glass
ReplyDeleteMy only protection
While cold wind whips by my window
Its hard to tell where the road ends
Or where the ocean begins
The water swallows the sand
Who knows where its been
Who knows where it is headed
Each swell draws me in
I press my face up against the glass
I don't try to question
The quiet awe of the storm
One lone stoplight
Under a troubled sky
Its exciting
Its peaceful
almost
The Sun and The Son
ReplyDeleteTake a walk outside and you shall see,
An inexplicable source of yellow beauty.
It gives us warmth, and energy for life,
Yet it stays so far, and leaves us at night.
What is it that the sun can earn,
When we have nothing to give in return?
A new baby boy is born everyday,
To parents who would give everything else away.
The boy takes food, and money too,
Yet it gives them joy, through and through.
Why do mother and father sacrifice,
Knowing that one day he will leave their sight?
The sun and the son,
The discussion is done.
One is a giver, the other a taker,
Yet in the end, they both give us warmth.
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ReplyDeleteThere will be a time.
ReplyDeleteA time when this bubbly toddler
may not be so happy to be sitting next to her dad.
There will be a time.
A time when instead of laughs being shared,
it will be loud words of anger.
This little girl doesn’t yet realize what she has.
A caring father, who will always be there
no matter what hardships come her way.
The never ending love.
There will be a time.
A time when this without-a-care kid,
maybe walking down the aisle,
or when she leaves for college,
that she will truly be grateful
for this man’s love.
Their bond is forever.
This captured moment is just the beginning.
I love Country Music
ReplyDeleteEveryone else listens to their rap or their punk rock
But I love country music
Jason Aldean, Taylor Swift and Luke Bryan
KYGO, the CMA’s and Country Music Channel
The sweet sounds of veterans Tim McGraw or Brad Paisley
The up and coming new beats of The Band Perry or Scotty McCreery
The sad ballads or upbeat tempos
All of it makes me come alive
No one can wrap their heads around why I like country so much
Maybe its because I don’t look the part
But Lady A tickets are my weakness
And watching Blake Shelton perform at the Grammy’s was a dream
Country music is not just music, it is my life
Fox's Point of View-
ReplyDelete"Yum" my tail tastes good.
It kinda tastes like wood.
"Wait" is that a bunny over there,
or could it be a small bear?
"Hmm" should I go and check it out?
I will have to plan my route.
"Well..." which way should I go?
I will have to move slow.
"Yes!" It is a bunny.
Now isn't that funny.
"Hm" Should I attack from behind?
I don't think it is blind.
"I know," I will go at it from the right.
I only want one bite.
"Yum." The rest I will save for dinner,
After all, I need to become thinner.
Troy Golding
ReplyDeletePhotograph Poem
Sea Turtle
Roaming around the vast sea
Putting on a show for tourists staring at me
The water is blue like the sky
I swim along with a sigh
Dodging people to stay afloat
If i don’t keep my eyes open I might get hit by a boat
I wait along for when the night comes
I can finally rest and listen to boats hums
These people will not give me a break
Settle down for goodness sake
Roaming around the vast seas
I finally have a moment to be at ease
Dearest Hogwarts Headmaster,
ReplyDeleteMy letter should have come nearly five years ago
That's alright, I'll forgive you, though
Just send it right away
Let there be no delay
Send your very quickest owl
And make sure it is no Howler
Just let me walk those hallowed halls
I want to see the moving paintings and walls
Hogwarts is my home, I am entirely sure of that
I long to enter the Great Hall and put on the Sorting Hat
Maybe I'll be a Gryffindor
Home of the boy with the scar
Or perhaps a Slytherin
Among the sly I could find my kin
Perchance I'd be a Ravenclaw
Where there surely is no flaw
Or I could be a Hufflepuff
(Though enduring that teasing could be tough)
All I know is I do have magic
It could be the school's, you could have it
Hogwarts is where I really belong
There is nothing for which I equally long
I want to sail on broomstick through the sky
And you don't want to miss me or pass me by
When I think of Hogwarts, I think of home
Just let me in, I know I'll belong
If you were a pencil, you’d be number one
ReplyDeleteIf I was the sky, you’d be my sun
You may fall from the sky, you may fall from a tree
But the best way to fall, is in love with me
My lines will seduce you; this I will bet
No? Then let us move on to another set
Something’s wrong with my cell phone (“oh really what is it?”)
It’s just that your number is not yet in it
If you were a booger, I would pick you first
If I was an ocean you’d never die of thirst
If kisses were leaves I would send you a tree
If love was a person I would send you me
Still haven’t fallen for my charms? Then I see it is a waste
You must be one of those people, who have very poor taste
THE FINISH LINE
ReplyDeleteEverything is still
As I crouch there
Waiting to be released
The rough track against my fingers
Suddenly the silence is pierced with a cry
“SET!” the official shouts
As if we are robots
We rise in unison
Now the air is tense
The wait is unbearable
Suddenly, with a shot
We all bolt forward
The race has begun
I fall into place behind the leader
Waiting to make my move
Waiting to pass
The world has suddenly gone silent
I can only hear the pounding
The pounding of feet
And of my heart
Then the burn sets in
It slowly creeps up my legs
Into my lungs
Into my head
I can see the finish line
We are neck and neck
I push forward
So does he
I feel as if I can’t go on
But I must
I give everything I have
And I move faster
I am almost there
Thirty feet
I can hear him behind me
Twenty feet
With a desperate push I surge forward
I feel as if I will die
Finally, I am finished
I have won
It starts as a trickle of sound
The cheering of the crowd
Only then do I realize
I have been deaf to the world around me
All is silent as I wait for the start
“SET!” the official shouts
Another unbearable pause
Then the shot, the race has begun
I watch as they all fall into position
Faster and faster they go
Some start to fall away
Others increase their speed all the more
I watch as the leader breaks away
My son right on his heels
Faster and faster
As they approach the final stretch
I can tell they are tired
But neither will give up
My son starts to pass the leader
They are neck and neck
They are both on the verge of collapse
But neither will
The distance is growing
My son has pulled away
As he nears the line
He gives one final push
It is finished
He has won
Only after this do I begin to hear
I hear the cheers and screams
Fellow spectators cheering them on
But I had not heard their shouts
I guess I was running right beside him
Running with him
Cheering him on
Deaf to the world around me
There is something peaceful about it
About the silence during a race
People shout at the top of their lungs
But I do not hear them
I am too focused
To determined to care
My eyes are on one thing alone
The Finish Line
My Love for You
ReplyDeleteYou and I were meant to be together
Since the first grade with ol’ Mrs. Heather
I have had eyes only for you
Without, I would be very blue
With your tan skin, golden hair and deep blue eyes
You’re just as beautiful outside, no surprise
Deep is my love for you,
Deeper than ocean blue
You’ll be my shining light
And I’ll be your bold knight
So accept my humble plea
Will you go out with me?
A Piece of Peace
ReplyDeleteWhether a piece of pie
or a piece of land
The hope of the world lies
in all of our hands
The friendships we make
is what lives in the heart
The extra step we take
for connections we start
Nations make Peace together
for goodwill will flow
The Peace in a simple feather
for alliance to grow
We are the Pieces to the puzzle
A million to chart
The Pieces come together
That is Peace in the heart
The effect of aspects
ReplyDeleteAffect effects
Within human aspect
When effects affect and infect.
The Key and Quay
ReplyDeleteStanding as if a lighthouse
Feet stuck fast to the dampened boards,
I see birds with their sails fly over the water.
The quay with it’s breeze
And it’s sun-sharpened waves,
Is the key to my heart-
What I love.
It unlocked my wonder at six years old
Slipping from the slick quay
Salt-spray high as I slid through it’s waters.
Floating in the deep with a mind full of numb
Sinking as I felt the sharp key
Felt the sting like coral and I was on fire.
The cold gentle key of the quay on the water
Sliding into my heart
And I loved it.
Crime – Fighting Ninja
ReplyDeleteA hero lives among us, here in this room,
They never seem to show their face until there’s certain doom,
A ninja fighter saves the world from harm,
And still comes here to learn about healthcare reform.
For no one knows the eyes behind the mask
When danger’s here they come out with a flash
And when it’s done the hero’s gone again
Returning to the classroom from pouring rain.
No matter what the world will never know
The person who has saved us is unknown
But whenever there’s a villan here alas,
We know this ninja will kick some –
This poem has been cut short due to a strict word count limitation
Pie vs. Pi
ReplyDeleteCrunchy, chocolaty, creamy goodness
Or complicated calculating and computing.
Mocha, white, and tan swirling together-
A slice of heaven
Or the glaring white paper with black squiggly lines-
Taunting you to solve them.
A savory smell sailing out of the oven-
Tickling your senses.
Or a dark ominous cloud, cloaking the room of darkness and misery-
Leaving frustration and confusion in its wake.
So what will it be?
The choice resides with you.
Will you accept the warm hand of goodness,
Or the fist of heartless mathematics?
In Sight
ReplyDeleteNot long ago it came into sight,
the site of my troubles, that place of my plight.
Some problem I had, a moment I passed,
which has troubled my mind, a time in the past.
Never forgotten, that period of strife,
That phase of great trouble, in my mind as a knife.
It always will burn me, never out of my mind,
Tormenting my soul, like an unbreakable bind.
So not long ago it came into sight,
the site of my troubles, that place of my plight.
A moment ago, unlike any before,
a thought that could end it, one worth fighting for.
I feel happy
ReplyDeleteFree never the less
My opportunities are never ending.
Envision the joy in life
That’s what I do.
I imagine I am flying through the air
As a bird flies through the open midst
All my worries have disappeared
And for once I can just keep running
I am forever young.
Young feels like forever ago
My paradise has perished
I remember all the opportunities that were placed before me
I set aside my goals to pursuit a fantasy not worth living for
Now I am growing old
There is no soul left inside
Only emptiness drives through me.
I want to be like that girl
Running free, not having a care in the world
I soon will accomplish new triumphs.
Victories will be in my favor
And through eternity I will breathe young once again.
There’s no such thing as a one-man team
ReplyDeleteOtherwise there would be no one to scream
And push you through the pain or there would be no gain
So go for it
Call all your best buds
And form a pact
Because there is no such thing as a one man team
The meet is over
The meet is won
Two teams have gone head to head
But now there’s no time left to go back
All that’s left is to celebrate and take a one-night break
There is no such thing as a one-man team
The meet is over and the meet is won
Photograph- Wrecked Ferrari 458 Italia on fire
ReplyDeletehttp://www.wreckedexotics.com/458/458_20100728_3.jpg
Car-
I’m on fire!
My interior set ablaze
The wheels melting below
Smoke rising from every crack in the metal
As I climbed the ever treacherous hill
My engine said to stop
And slow down so it can catch its breath
But I said no, keep going!
Nearing the peak you said no more
And caught on fire to say “I am done”
My glass melting and cracking in the intense heat
The canvas roof gone in an instant
Your Italian engineering could not contain
This ever impending fate
My two-hundred thirty-eight thousand dollars worth of body
Caught up in flame
Driver-
My car!
I pushed you too far didn’t I?
Did I rev your engine too much?
Was I showing you off more than I needed to?
Your red, glossy paint excited me
And I just could not resist
Climbing that beautiful mountain in Switzerland
On a hot, summer day
Temptation led to over exaggeration
And you caught ablaze in front of me
And I realized, you super expensive car
You will never be driven again
persuasion/seduction poem(revised)
ReplyDeleteOur Gift
Illuminated in the light,
your face so sweet, so calm, so bright.
Eyes so sensual, it makes my head spin—
now I’m waiting on gravity to just pull me in.
Attraction so strong, a magnetic force,
held back by fear and a touch of remorse.
Seeing the want in my eyes,
your heart starts to rise.
I’m your break from reality,
that small chance for morality.
Together at last, finally beating the odds—
take a chance on the love that was a gift straight from God.
With a fire ablaze in our every touch
I hold onto your hand and, I start to blush.
The need to be close- to hold onto you tight
as we gaze at the sky, the stars, the night.
Forever engraved in my head- your face
beautiful, shameless, bountiful grace.
We talk until the daybreak shines
just another memory in my mind.
Will you find in your heart, the love that once was?
To come back to the night that gave me pause-
to succeed in a life so enchanting and free,
come, take a breath, and be with me.
Mount Rushmore
ReplyDeleteI always see them staring
only at night do they cease their glaring
Then it is just the three of us
reflecting on the days rush
At 8 AM it all begins again
whether it be sunshine or rain
the other three Presidents agree
That all we wish to do is flee
We want to escape from the constant stares
because no longer can we bare
this continuous torture since 1939
We were meant to be a shrine
but were turned into a tourist trap
placed somewhere on the map
Into the side of a mountain four Presidents were carved
There is a lack of realization that we are being starved
from a peaceful afterlife
spent entirely with the wife
Instead we are forced to live our days
in the hot sun’s gaze
waiting for a day when we can rest
from the public’s eye; only then will we be blessed
Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln, and I all know
we will never be anything but a part of Mount Rushmore
Love
ReplyDeleteA crystal blue sapphire,
A cloudless bluebird day
My body turns into fire
When you look at me that way
I need your arms around me
I need to feel your touch
I love the way my heart feels free
I want you here too much
The scarlet shining on your lips
Is much too bright to bear
My mind is put into eclipse
To kiss you would cause loss of air
When I see you here with me
When I feel you in my arms
My heart feels a sudden skip
I am caught by your every charm
From the moment that I saw you
To the moment that I die
Your lovely eyes pierce right through
My heart that's in the sky.
Picture: George Clooney
ReplyDeleteCourtesy of: Cole W
George:
People love me. Yes they do.
People tell me I'm very attractive too.
They call me names like the Silver Fox.
Being famous really rocks.
All the women that see me, swoon.
And when they find out I'm single
They feel like they're on the moon.
My talents are acting and robbing casinos.
I always wear suits and hang with my bros.
My crew of eleven, they use their wit
To get money in Vegas with my buddy Brad Pitt.
I'm already rich and own seven homes.
I'm so rich I only buy the soap that foams.
The paparazzi love me and follow me around
So much that I sometimes wonder how I am found.
I'm 50 years old but I still look good.
Guys wish they'd look like me, if only they could.
Good looks like these are very rare.
Most men wish they had my hair.
If I wasn't as awesome as me,
I wouldn't know what I'd do.
I mean, seriously, people would pay a thousand dollars
Just to own my shoe.
A Fan of George:
Look! It's George Clooney!
He's such a hunk.
If he had to take an ugly test
I bet he would flunk.
I can't believe this!
He's less than 100 feet away!
What do I do?!
Oh what should I say?
I could tell him I love him.
Or would that sound crazy?
I could serenade him with "I've Had the Time of My Life."
Oh wait...I did that when I saw Patrick Swayze.
Maybe I should just say "Hello."
Or I could be hip and shout out "Yo!"
Alas! I know what I'm going to say!
I'll smoothly walk up and politely say "Hey."
I'm going to do it.
I promise, I will.
This is my lifelong dream that I'm about to fulfill.
I better hurry before I miss my chance!
Boy, he is fit. I bet he can break dance.
Oh no! I got distracted and now he's walking away!
But his biceps are huge, I must say.
I did it again! I must concentrate.
I have to meet him so he can realize it's fate
That we're meant to be together.
Of this I'm quite sure.
I bet this bad luck has nothing to do
With my complete lack of allure.
I guess I must follow him
To wherever he'll go.
Don't worry, I'll catch up.
I'm not that slow.
I've almost got him!
Just a couple more yards.
Thank heavens this guy doesn't travel with guards!
My hand is on his shoulder, now he's turning around!
I just might faint.
I hope I don't hit the ground.
He's saying "Hello."
I think I'll say that as well.
Oh my!
He has a glorious smell!
I let slip "I LOVE YOU!"
What have I done?
He must think I'm a lunatic!
Maybe I should just run.
Oh wait, what is this?
He's saying it back?
This is so strange.
I think I'm having a panic attack!
And right when he gets down on one knee...
My alarm clock wakes me from that heavenly dream.
Pit, pat, pit, pat
ReplyDeleteAll day, falling down,
All around
Collecting in puddles on the ground.
Flowing, flowing,
Never slowing,
Always going
Yet of my location,
I'm always unknowing.
Rain, rain, go away,
That it what I'll sing today.
I wish I could go out and play,
But the sky just had to be dark and gray.
We were supposed to go the the ballet,
But sadly the rain just had to stay.
So now all day,
I'll have to say,
I wish this rain would go away.
You might not want to hear this,
ReplyDeleteBut in my heart, something is amiss.
And I do believe its you, my dear,
But hearing no is my deepest fear
It’s been a long time that I’ve felt this way
But I just can’t find the words to say.
We’re like birds of a feather,
Were we meant to be together?
You’ve watched my best and seen my worst,
For your charm, I’ve tumbled headfirst,
The laughs and pain we have been through,
Why isn’t it obvious to you?
We’d stay up whispering all night
And talk about our dreams of flight
We really are two of a kind.
Can you really be so blind?
I want so badly for you to know,
But I’m much too scared to tell you so.
I think of you when I hear the love songs,
Why isn’t it obvious to whom my heart belongs?
You may not think that I’m the one,
But when everything is said and done,
A perfect pair, that’s you and me,
Can’t you see everything we could be?
Darkness
ReplyDeleteVast and sweeping as it spans over doorways and vacant staircases
Enveloping and pitch black, promising the delivery of both dreams and nightmares
Teasing and elusive with its winding shadows dripping down bare walls
Peaceful and serene, blanketing the world in a silent slumber
Secretive and protective, hiding all of those within it among the gloom
The darkness; both friend and foe to all those who encounter it
At times charming and picturesque
Others, terrorizing and cumbersome
But always unavoidable
A walk in the Rain,
ReplyDeleteThere is really nothing quite like,
This feeling of no pain,
Not one worry,
No need to hurry.
Not a soul in sight,
All alone in the storm,
Not worrying about what's right,
Completely out of the norm,
Nothing to lose,
Nothing to gain,
A walk in the rain.
Is that man crazy?
Or just a fool?
His mind may be a bit hazy,
Or perhaps he hopes to appear cool?
Rain soaking his clothes,
His weak umbrella fighting,
But the water continues to grow.
Maybe he's depressed,
Or possibly distressed?
Maybe he is insane,
Or maybe he just enjoys the rain.
Soar and Sore
ReplyDeleteIn a dream I was a seagull
My soul was filled with crystal light
Lavender ribbons of wind blew
Giving me strength and taking flight.
I woke to find I had no wings
I could not see the graceful shore,
Left feeling senseless and hollow
Yearning for the power to soar.
All day recalling the lovely dream
Looking down at the ocean floor.
I will never be a seagull
Reality hit, my spirit was sore.
The birds above fly so freely
Never tied down by obligations.
I want to carelessly fly with them
And every day pick a new destination.
My soul is sore, my patience weak,
All I want is to soar over the seven seas.
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ReplyDeleteTwisting and bending to the notes of the score
ReplyDeleteJumping and landing feet firm on the floor
Telling the story of a another day
Tales of joy or sorrow in this ballet
Handsome in Branson
ReplyDeleteWalking is not my specialty
Neither are barking or walking
Sunglasses are not my style
Neither are laughing or talking.
But being in Missouri
Is definitely my favorite
Being in Missouri
Is definitely my specialty.
When I'm in Missouri
I fell more handsome
And I do feel more handsome
When I'm in Branson.
My tails wagging
And my tongue is out
Can you feel any better
When you're top dog?
The unnoticed champion
ReplyDeleteI am there every game
I play every minute
I never get tired
But I am the unnoticed champion
Through the regular season
Where we beat Creek, Regis
And the rival Heritage
I helped the team win
By scoring every point
But I am the unnoticed champion
In the playoffs
When the game was on the line
I came through
And scored the winning basket
But I am the unnoticed champion
The final game, the Championship
Nobody thought of me
They roared and screamed
But never for me
Because I am the unnoticed champion
Our team was down by two
The final seconds ticked down
The arena was silent
As hopes and I flew through the air
Yet I was the unnoticed champion
I won the game
The arena exploded like a stampede of elephants
As the fans rushed the court to celebrate
I was left bouncing in the background
No one came and picked me up
As I rolled of the court
The one who showed me love
Was the janitor who came to pick me up
And there I waited
In the closet till next season
Because I am the unnoticed champion
Left Behind
ReplyDeleteHe stood there
alone
wind pushing him forward
go its not too late
only he knew
he would be forgotten
his pressence over looked
he filled his lungs with the thick air
clenched his fists
looked up once more at the places turned around
and walked home
Dark chocolate, oh how i love it
ReplyDeleteThe felling I get when it melts on my tongue
The perfect mix of sweet and bitter
oh how i wish for more
Every single moment
from crinkling wrapper
to the last morsel
oh how is wish for more
It brings back the memories
of the good times in life
surfing at the beach or running through the forest
oh how i wish for more
Secret: I hate Spaghetti
ReplyDeleteI hate Spaghetti,
Some people don't understand,
They think it's a silly quirk,
But my hatred and tragedy go hand in hand,
When I was just a little younger,
When I couldn't take a stand,
Spaghetti was my enemy,
It was too stringy, too saucy, too bland,
But I was a poor boy,
Forced to eat any food my family could land,
Spaghetti was on my plate too often,
I wouldn't expect you to understand,
But to me it was like a prison cell,
A reminder of how weak and poor I am,
The noodles were a mockery,
My life was a sham,
Every time I ate that spaghetti,
I was put in my prison cell once again,
So don't offer me spaghetti,
Because I want to break free,
Want to feed my family more then those noodles,
More than my family fed me.
The life I live the acts I’ve made
ReplyDeleteThose decisions hang over me like an ax blade
The choices I’ve made right from wrong
I write this poem the life I live is not to long
I've been accused of a crime
I know I will be put in for quite some time
I accept the sentence because I know I'm guilty
I sit here in this cell a 4 by 4 room that's grimy and filthy
I can't revert on my past life
I just wish I could have said I love you to my wife
I will not see her or my son again
A dreary idea that I cannot accept
For what I did I do not deserve respect
This sentence is a dam that I cannot remove
I'm damned with this curse I will never move
I wish I could see my children grow old
But instead I'm here engulfed in a sea
A sea of despair regret and repentance
I know I'm facing the inevitable death sentence
My love for Justin Bieber:
ReplyDeleteI look at them with envious eyes,
Those girls who profess their love.
To the most glorious hottie of guys
Anyone has ever heard of.
He is the whole package deal.
This boy can sing, dance, and look great.
Justin Bieber is whom must steal,
My heart and catch it fast like fish bait.
I cannot love him with an open eager heart,
For my friends will ridicule and mock,
But I will always worship him for the most part
If it wasn't for the gorgeous Selena Gomez he gawks.
This is my secret that has kept me in isolation,
If only I could share how
Justin is my life and adoration.
One day I will spill my secret I vow.
But for now, it remains quiet.
When I arrive at the airport, hotel or mall
ReplyDeleteI feel as if I might begin to bawl
The moving flight of stairs that lay in front of me
Moving pedestrians from floor a to floor b
It seems easy for people to ride
However I just want to run and hide
My mother forces me onto the stairs
Like I'm being fed to a ferocious bear
I am being moved upwards toward the sky
I am about to cry
Cry out to the human beings
Who invented these atrocious things
As I step off onto the solid tile
My wart is beating as if I have run a mile
Time to go home away from these terrors
Of the escalators