Yes, we are the future,
We’re of a new age;
Yes, we are the new troopers;
New soldiers on the new page
We are God’s children
We are His vision
We are our parent’s new dreams
Let us awaken and be seen
We are God’s children
And we have a right to be heard
Yes, we should be obedient
But also we shall not be ignored
5/22/19
A dedication to students..
~Steven David*Taevyn Watson*Breckinridge Parra*
Jaden Stabler*
Tiaharraylnn Cole*Christian Wood*Jaden Sorensen*
Colton Turek*
Andrew Moffit*Joe Williams*Ronnie Cross*Amber Barnes*
Phoebe Klimek*
Luis Novelo*
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Categories:
breckinridge, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
SPECIAL SPIRITS
I locked myself in a library one night
No one knew and there was no one in sight
I spoke to the spirits of so many still there
Frost read me a “Road Less traveled” as I unraveled a maze
So many concepts, so many thoughts, so much beauty
I felt as if protecting those venerable volumes was my duty
No one would rape, mutilate or change a page because I was there
As Poe’s poems smothered me in frosted fear
Baudelaire betrothed me to Breckinridge
And I was captivated and captured by Coleridge
I gazed all around and imagined how many words I was surrounded by
And that Dickenson or Dickens never had to cry
I locked myself in the library to sleep around poems
And realized how many people have lost their homes
I locked myself in the library to sleep around genius profound
And that made me ruminate on to where this planet is bound?
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~~free cee!~
Categories:
breckinridge, angst, me, me, sleep,
Form: Chant Royal
SPECIAL SPIRITS
I locked myself in a library one night
No one knew and there was no one in sight
I spoke to the spirits of so many still there
Frost read me a “Road Less traveled” as I unraveled a maze
So many concepts, so many thoughts, so much beauty
I felt as if protecting those venerable volumes was my duty
No one would rape, mutilate or change a page because I was there
As Poe’s poems smothered me in frosted fear
Baudelaire betrothed me to Breckinridge
And I was captivated and captured by Coleridge
I gazed all around and imagined how many words I was surrounded by
And that Dickenson or Dickens both had reason to cry
I locked myself in the library to sleep around poems
And realized how essential to me are so may tomes
I locked myself in the library to sleep around genius profound
And that made me ruminate on to where this planet is bound
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Categories:
breckinridge, angst, me, me, sleep,
Form: Diminished Hexaverse
SPECIAL SPIRITS
I locked myself in a library one night
No one knew and there was no one in sight
I spoke to the spirits of so many still there
Frost read me a “Road Less traveled” as I unraveled a maze
So many concepts, so many thoughts, so much beauty
I felt as if protecting those venerable volumes was my duty
No one would rape, mutilate or change a page because I was there
As Poe’s poems smothered me in frosted fear
Baudelaire betrothed me to Breckinridge
And I was captivated and captured by Coleridge
I gazed all around and imagined how many words I was surrounded by
And that Dickenson or Dickens never had to cry
I locked myself in the library to sleep around poems
And realized how many people have lost their homes
I locked myself in the library to sleep around genius profound
And that made me ruminate on to where this planet is bound?
© 2011.….Phreepoetree
Categories:
breckinridge, angstme, me, sleep, planet,
Form: Quintain (English)
SPECIAL SPIRITS
I locked myself in a library one night
No one knew and there was no one in sight
I spoke to the spirits of so many still there
Frost read me a “Road Less traveled” as I unraveled a maze
So many concepts, so many thoughts, so much beauty
I felt as if protecting those venerable volumes was my duty
No one would rape, mutilate or change a page because I was there
As Poe’s poems smothered me in frosted fear
Baudelaire betrothed me to Breckinridge
And I was captivated and captured by Coleridge
I gazed all around and imagined how many words I was surrounded by
And that Dickenson or Dickens never had to cry
I locked myself in the library to sleep around poems
And realized how many people have lost their homes
I locked myself in the library to sleep around genius profound
And that made me ruminate on to where this planet is bound?
© 2011.….Phreepoetree
Categories:
breckinridge, angstme, me, sleep, planet,
Form: Quatrain
Holiday Traveler
Millicent from Milwaukee Wisconsin was using the library computer trying to
adjust her schedule to actually catch her flight home her collage is in ROME.
Tommy Thompson is in Albuquerque trying to get back home to Texas, Nome.
The notion of travel upsets most people and they swallow too much Dramamine
in quantities not meant to be consumed they leave the shelter of the dome
depending way too much on average Joes as such as cab and hack motivators
in a non controlled zone using money as a buffer as they roam to assure the
certainty of connecting to the airport dome. Sholom waved shalom at Kiev airport
and he will wave shalom when he returns as Solomon. Cindy Breckinridge
cooked a turkey at her home and stayed there with the turkey frozen partly in the
oven cooked on one side so her husband could have some. Little Johnny apple
seeded all the trees in TerryTown and walked another mile with that silly iron pot
upon his top. Charlax rode his bus to kill the time he has his pass his November
usage paid from GOD. Thanksgiving time come.
Holiday Traveler
Categories:
breckinridge, angst, anniversary, natural disasters,
Form: Free verse