they said he drained them —
not with charm
but with a syringe.
office door closed,
fake smile,
real bad smell.
the papers called him a vampire.
he was worse.
blood dripping in tubes,
dripping like old beer from busted taps
in dead bars at 2 a.m.
no bats, no castles,
just a slob in a tie,
a geek who found horror
in a bored suburb.
he worked next to you.
smiled like you.
laughed at the same bad jokes.
but inside,
a desert rat,
a hunger with no god.
they caught him,
but there are others —
thousands of others.
the real monsters wear khakis.
Categories:
brennan, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
Only yesterday it seems Brennan was born,
However, today I am so very torn;
That night he pitched a very good game,
Three hours later, he was shot in the head,
Oh what a shame;
His life flashed before his very eyes,
No more baseball just prayers and cries.
When I heard the news Docs said he would die,
I threw my hands up and started to cry;
And then it hit me like a stream of lightening,
The thought of him dying was so very frightening;
I cried out don't take my only son,
Spare his life God and take the gun,
The fight for life he has won!
Today he is alive, with smiles and such spirit,
My son is so amazing I really feel it;
I want the world to know, this is his new beginning,
Meet God's living miracle his name is Brennan!
By : Shelley Kaye Yarborough
Categories:
brennan, baseball,
Form: ABC
A splendid actor was the late Walter Brennan.
There were so many movies and television shows he was in.
One of his characters I would particularly enjoy:
That was when he played grandpa Amos McCoy.
Categories:
brennan, tribute,
Form: Clerihew
Patrick Brennan enters the Craic Pub
His wife is at home, twisting her Celtic knot necklace
Enticing him to come home early, before he is too far into the cups
Gaelic love sent to him courtesy of her Great Grandmother Magda
Magda was a female druid, and her essence lingers.
She is one of her namesake’s spiritual guides.
She follows him from the Craic to the Brazen Head
Giving him severe messages that he is to return home.
Patrick hears the voices, his grandfather was fey, was he not?
He was going to have a couple of drinks and then head to O’Donoghues.
He reaches into his pocket and discovers the Druid sign.
Tree and full moon, unity between the Gaelic and nature.
He turns instead toward home, having no idea that he has been manipulated.
His grandfather and her great grandmother follow him along the path.
Awen's new ideas for next folk song, shows him lyrics that are available.
Wife is thrilled to see husband return so early. Knowing not her role in this.
Categories:
brennan, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose Poetry
Brenda penned a story about Brennan the boatswain in Bermuda
Who had bought a Bavaria 43 barque for a sailing adventure.
The story began with the ballad of Brennan:
'Come sail with me, on see-saw sea
Becapped, bedecked, emblazoned blithely, a blast!
Your love becalmed in my arms embrace.
All aboard, all in, with my deck I beckon.'
As the rollicking tale unfolded,
Brenda fell brow over boots, besotted, in love with Brennan.
She found herself browsing more and more online
Searching for 'Bermuda', 'Brennan', 'Bavaria Barque',
Hoping to find a real Brennan on board, waiting becalmed, with arms beckoning
For her to embolden her text and join him.
Categories:
brennan, sad love, sea,
Form: Alliteration
He will rise in the morning with
A can in his hand, wondering
-why he left his beloved home.
He comforts the streets, park benches, and bars
At nights, asking for change
-in-between fights.
At home, his Irish spirit, he is a star
They still sing songs of his glory,
-can you hear it from this far?
He is neither here nor there, if he had a ticket
He might not go back,
-but then again he might.
I guess it would depend on the night.
Sometimes the shame is too much to bare,
But he still says leave me alone
-and dreams of an Irish Dar.
“Let them imagine my glory,
I wouldn’t want to crush my own story.”
He smiles and drifts away.
Categories:
brennan, abuse, addiction, celebrity, depression,
Form: Free verse
So full of life
With a cute little grin
Every girls dream
Each heart he could win
Riding bikes around
And playing with his dog
He would take him out
For a short little jog
When he was at school
He would talk about cars
He would think about planets
And how to count stars
Boy Scouts was a passion
His LIFE badge he earned
Now that is not something
That is easily learned
His life was cut short
But his memory will stay
Embossed in our hearts
Forever, day after day
So, let us remember
His laughter, his love
His jokes and his pranks
As he watches above
Categories:
brennan, death, loss, teen, life,
Form: Quatrain