A handsome man, a valiant son,
John Kennedy was he.
A man who rose to President
with civil rights the key.
Who can forget the many days
like Camelot they seemed,
when all eyes were on Washington,
they passed just like a dream.
Ah, we remember Jacqueline
a Vassar deb was she,
who walked with grace on his right side
through fame and infamy.
One thousand days was all we had
of this great President
before a gunshot took his life
for all the world to see.
We mourn him still, we miss his smile
his knowledge and his grit
for he and Martin dreamed a dream,
we reaped the best of it.
She drifted on black starlit glass
beneath the full moon bright
captivated by the beauty of
the tranquil, lovely light
floating on the gentle waves
the stars kissed her goodnight
and rocked into her deepest dreams
she floated out of sight
By Morgan Mise
Written January 6, 2013
Another year turns over, people look to see
just what the coming year will mean for you and me.
Tomorrow's worries aren't here, and yesterday's are passed.
Daylight's your new blessing, but it's really burning fast.
The seasons change so quickly, now that we're growing old.
"Seize the day my son", seems I was always told.
You cannot live life over, and you cannot take it back,
so make a first impression, be a leader of the pack.
We hurry every day, never noticing the minutes
flying by so quickly, time has no sense of limits.
Just talking all the while, we have such tales to tell.
If only every now and then we grab a rose to smell.
Take time for those you love, and those who love you, too.
For tomorrow some of them might not be here for you.
Teach your children honesty and show them some good deeds.
Because love will never flourish if we never plant the seeds.
A New Year
Seems like just yesterday
We welcomed in last year
The days and months that followed
With others I did share.
Small steps and better days
I found throughout that time
Found what really mattered
When all was not sublime.
We took ‘one day at a time.’
With effort made a go
And yet time did go quickly
If you really want to know.
So here it is
Start of a new year
With new days
And challenges to bear.
Thankful for my health
And for my state of being
Grateful for my friends
Look forward to just seeing.
It seems as each year passes
We note things we missed before
Life has twists, turns and endings
Of that, I’m really sure.
So pop the cork!
Drink to the New Year!
Good things I wish
For all that you hold dear.
Be happy for you have not witnessed it
The time where Haiti shook and fell
On this paper I transmit
This event worthy to tell
It started like any other day
Everything was calm and nice
Maybe it was nature’s way to repay
Us for our vice
In a split second it begun
Everything was going up and down
No matter what, you couldn’t outrun
This destructive force shaking the town
After a while it ended
The place was filled with dead silence
I was with my siblings that I defended
Saving them from this death sentence
I saw a man running with blood
All over his face, and lost his arm
The rest of his body covered with mud
With an organ sticking out of his underarm
During this catastrophe
I lost a lot of friends, and family members
I would like to destroy that part of my history
But everywhere I go that feeling ember’s
I was unlucky to see the remains
Of what was left in this desert
I had to close my eyes for it pains
Me to see my people trapped under the dirt
Just the thought of writing about it
Makes a bed of tears in my eyes
On that day I was whit
My friend as he lays and dies
For what happened to Haiti
Pray it doesn’t happen to you
This pain will cause you to worry
When they say you’re safe is it true?
Hello there January
It has been quite a long time,
For the most part I am fine
What a crazy past two months!
Hopped on this roller coaster
Filled with wild daredevil stunts;
Each hill I just go faster
The next time that I see you
So much will be different;
I just know I'll have good news
The future looks so brilliant!
The picnic at december end
The mob in the party
Restively chanting to God
For their healthy mortal
Tick tuck tick the tickling clock
The expected desire reached
Happy new year choruses
Roaring among the mob to the
Hisses from the mouths of
Warmth in the cold
Clitterings in the air from
Boom bang from a missileous
Overwhelmed the varieties
The melancholic tune changes
From the fire ablazing