Like a building,
She stood tall.
Challenging the world,
Conquering all.
Growing with power.
Holding on tight,
She took a step,
On to her first flight.
Stumbling in shock,
But regaining balance.
She fights for her humanity,
Not afraid of a challenge.
That day will be remembered,
As the day she took hold,
Of a life so confusing,
But a girl so bold.
I love my baby sister,
And I know I’ll never forget,
The pride I took that day
When she took her first step.
Sharing Saturday
Sometimes I sit down and without any warning
I think about cartoons back on Saturday morning
How my siblings and I gathered around the T.V.
And then argued and bickered about what we'd see
Mom and dad would awaken and come out yelling
And everyone had a story that they'd start telling
Dad would get so mad and it always ended the same
We all found ourselves grounded when Saturday came
We all had our programs that we just had to see
The problem was that we only owned one T.V.
Till one day mom announced she'd found a solution
We'd all take a turn on a four week revolution
That day we agreed that we'd all hold our tongue
As we each took our turn from oldest to young
After that morning Saturdays passed by so fast
Her plan kept on working as the years drifted past
Now we're all grown up and have kids of our own
Who always argue and whimper and bicker and moan
I wish I could teach them to share or take a turn
I think it's the best lesson that they'd ever learn
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
Bandit
That first day he took his own room
He doesn’t want anyone in there
Especially to sweep with a broom
From day one he’s been housebroken
He barks at me like crazy
If he were human he would be outspoken
When it comes to rodents he is daring
He’s gotten slower and other losses
One being his hearing
He has lost some of his sight
He won’t go down the stairs
I have to turn on a light
About his nose for him to smell
When I take out food
It’s like I rang a dinner bell
He won’t leave me out of his sight
He follows me around the house
He must be with me day and night
He likes outside in the cold
He dislikes summer
My dog now at 15 years old
An Apple a day keeps the doctor away
Or so my mother would say
My granny said the same
To keep the ailments tame
A little tummy ache
Many times I would fake
Immediately mama would stand
With an apple in hand
A little sniff when weather turned cold
Thankfully would keep the school on hold
Soon granny would be beside
With an apple sliced
A heat stroke I would suffer
Going out without cover
My mama would be near
Giving an apple she held dear
Both mama and granny would love to say
This is an apple’s day, an apple’s day
All the sickness would melt
If with an apple a child dealt.
Inspired by the saying--- An apple a day keeps the doctor away.
Another day another hour
time spent with friends, it's never sour
We cruise all day, hit up the town
drive the square to see who is around
We have all the time, no matter the day
We love life, how every option has a way
We crank our music, shun the haters
drive away from police, there nothing but dictators
We have no worries or doubts in our head
We are who we are, we are never mislead
Everything we do, is for our enjoyment
We do it as if we are ready for deployment
We are not scared of time, because we use it our advantage
We get through it all we always seem to manage
Dont look at us, and wish that was you
No one wants to her your crap, you wimpy Blink 182
We are the 3 brothers that drive
Heads held high
Until the day that we die
A day for us all to be together as a family and have a feast.
Everything that will fill the stomach's of a beauty or a beast.
Cooked all day and filled our table with all that has a great taste.
All that great food and a desert no one will waste.
The day we gather we are filled with happiness and love.
Being thankful to our good Lord above.
Giving thanks for us all and the food we eat.
Spending the day together is a great treat.
Teresa Skyles/Theoklapoet
5-24-09
Sibling Rivalry: Hitting
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
Time after time my brother hit me.
Rather than fight, I would quickly flee.
Too many days, I ran into mom.
Sometimes she'd explode just like a bomb!
One day she looked me straight in the eye.
You must fight back. You must at least try.
Don't come crying, if you haven't hit back.
I will spank you. You'll feel the switch crack.
How I could do it, I did not know.
Smack my brother so courage would grow?
For several days, he left me alone.
Then, it happened, a hit then a moan.
Down on the ground, he was in a flash.
I, on his chest, his face I did bash.
Over and over my fist hit face.
One last slug and to mom I did race.
Right behind me, steadily crying.
To hear him, you'd think he was dying.
She started to scold; I did remind.
You said, “Hit him… “ Or trouble was mine.
That was the day I stood for myself.
And put some fear to rest on a shelf.
The day I learned, through my brother's moan.
Thanks goes to Mom, my courage had grown.
my habit now
is to circle my belly with my arm
to hold it up
until her time to come
is upon us
I gaze into space
dreaming
gestating
about the day she was conceived
in the high weeds
your body a heavy shadow over mine
about the day she will soon be born
I long to feel that empowering pain of womanhood
and hold my husbands
hands
as we bring this child through birth together
no more intimate act
is possible
impatient for those hours together
I wait in the heat
knowing the biblical meaning of childbirth
Honor has many meanings, like good reputation and high profile and principles. It doesn't
say anything about murder and killings.
Mothers and fathers killing their own and why? because they fear what others may say.
It's on the news day by day 'Asian girl' found dead in home. It' makes me want to cry,
theses girls didn't deserve to die.
The parents say their daughter bought shame on the family name. Are they not ashamed for
killing their own.
This has to stop, this has to end. Honor killings are wrong. There is no excuse, there is no
reason.
kills
shame kills.
Honor has many meanings, like good reputation and high profile and principles. It doesn't
say anything about murder and killings.
Mothers and fathers killing their own and why? because they fear what others may say.
It's on the news day by day 'Asian girl' found dead in home. It' makes me want to cry,
theses girls didn't deserve to die.
The parents say their daughter bought shame on the family name. Are they not ashamed for
killing their own.
This has to stop, this has to end. Honor killings are wrong. There is no excuse, there is no
reason.
kills
shame kills.