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Sometimes I want nothing more than to sit and watch you sleep.
The sound of your steady breathing soothes my heart.
Your tiny fist curled under your stubborn little chin.
A reminder of your father whom you resemble so much.
Sometimes you sigh and I wonder what you dream.
A silky curl of hair lies caressing your pudgy cheek.
Recipient of heavenly angel’s kisses before you came to me.
A blessing and suprise you were given to me to protect.
To love and raise up in the image of our true Father.
A difficult task and I feel I’m not up to the challenge.
But I try everyday and sometimes I succeed only to fail.
But your fearless spirit and irascible smile they heal me.
Lead me on to another day another chance to do it right.
A soul sent down from above to mix with genomes and chromosomes.
Spin out and form a wonder in my body nestled under my ribs.
Cherish him the heart cries, teach him the brain declares.
Save him the warrior inside commands and I am overwhelmed.
Until a firm voice enters in and sets things to right.
I will cherish him, I will teach him, I will save him He says.
It is the voice of the One, the Alpha and the Omega, The I am.
Your duty is to be his mother, his confidante, his shelter.
You will provide him sustenance and love and be his guide.
Show him the way, lead him to me for you are all my children.
This is my son as well as yours I gave him to you to keep for me.
One day I will call him back and you will be ready to let go.
He is a part of my plan, my army, my missionaries and my design.
I hear these words and they frighten me, he is MY son.
But I hear the truth in them as well and am burdened with sadness.
With dawning realization I discover that your smile, your laugh.
They are glimpses of heaven and the master plan is clear to me.
With guidance, support and love you will fulfill your destiny.
I carried you inside me, nourished you and cared for you.
Yet you do not belong solely to me. You have a higher goal.
Perhaps you will dance or teach or fight against bitter odds.
But whatever cause you undertake I will be with you there.
Never alone for the bond can not be broken by earthly measures.
And that no matter when or why I should show no hesitance.
For I know that I will always be with you wherever you go.
And for now while you are my sweet baby, you are mine.
Form:
She turned her head, looking back at the crosswalk, with her feet slapping the ground as cold
rain poured down her neck. Tears mingled with the fat pounding drops, that stuck her cocoa
brown hair to her face as she wept silently. His words rang in her ears, “There are just some
choices............ you can never take back.” Her heart wrenched at his last few syllables, and
she felt completely overwhelmed with nausea. His words were like poison from a snake bite,
so full of venom it felt as if her chest walls began to ache and her breathing began to slow.
She felt as if she was the lead ballerina in the ballet the Red Shoes, as the world seemed to
spin out of control. Spinning so quickly but fearing the fall, where no one would be there to
catch her at the end.
Anxiety attack, now as her tunnel vision clouded her eyes. She felt the world waver around
her, and all became a blur. Like when your a kid, and your father picked you up high above
his head and spun you about. Laura barely was aware that she was even standing, let alone
standing in the rain while mothers rushed their children inside, and the wind began to pick
up. Her skin was growing warmer, even though the rain two degrees above zero. In her
anguish she winced as she felt that as if her skin was set on fire. Cars swept past her, yet
she felt as if she were the only person left on earth in her sorrow. She shivered as the rain
water dripped loudly in her ears, only hearing the reverberation of the last words he ever
spoke to her. “I never want to see you again............”
Laura started to run, as she wildly pumped her arms to pick up her speed. She ran so fast
that she could taste blood in her mouth, and her saliva, like glue made it harder to breath
stuck to the back of her throat. Laura didn’t care, that she was pushing her body so far that
it hurt, because beneath that physical hurt, there was another kind of pain. A pain that shows
no bruising or outward cuts. Her heart was completly broken. As a 20 year old, in a very big
world. She had made him her entire world. She was unable to distinguish a life without him
there.
Form:
"CRYSTAL"
A Little over a year has passed
Since I first met you
At first we really hit it off
But, then, I had no clue.
A few more months had passed on by
I always kept you near
"Crystal was my new best friend" (I thought)
With you I had no fear.
Then I started noticing
Everything had changed
I realized now you weren't my friend
And my thinking was derranged.
More and more I needed you
Just to keep from getting sick
You stole my life, you evil whore!
You played an evil trick.
As I watched my life spin out of control
All the rumors became true.
You had me hooked, I couldn't stop
I didn't know what to do.
My friends and family noticed
The changes happening to me
All the while I tried to deny
And I refused to even see.
Then the really bad things started
The Police always at my place
They had reports you stayed with me
It was a never ending race.
Eventually after I had lost my friends
And my family pulled away
I knew I had to be done with you
No longer can I play.
I tried to forget and put you behind
As I rebuilt my life
Things were starting to get good again
No more drama, no more strife.
It had been just barely over a year
That I stayed away from you
But that all ended really fast
And now you're back with a vengence too!
This time I've been really bad
Oh God, what have I done?
I don't even like you now
You're no longer any fun.
You've taken my soul, destroyed my life
I hate what I've become
I tried to run away from you
But in the end you always won.
How'd I ever let it get like this?
My addiction rules me now
I can't seem to get away from you
As you proudly take a bow.
I wish now I would have listened
To my family and my friends
They're the ones who really cared
And worried without end.
Once again I've walked away from you
I've been through more than enough hell
I struggle some days more than before
But I'm determined, I WILL get well.
So goodbye Crystal, you evil whore
Stay far away from me
There's no longer any room for you
In this better life I lead!
~Ashleigh~
Form:
My Dearest Yesterday,
I am writing this letter to say goodbye.
Although you have been good to me and have treated me well,
it is time for me to move on.
I'm not saying that I don't appreciate all that you have done for me;
I do, yes, I really do.
But nothing seems to be new between us anymore,
nothing exciting or challenging,
nothing dangerous or mystifying.
I seem to know what you are thinking before you think it,
and what you will say before you say it.
Our relationship is like an old record being played over and over again,
and quite frankly, the music is starting to become monotonous.
I don't mean to sound ungrateful.
You have been a comfort to me when times got tough,
a safe place to stay when my world would spin out of control.
But I'm starting to feel suffocated.
I need to reach out and find new adventures,
new challenges, and yes, maybe even new problems.
But they will be my adventures, my challenges and my problems,
ones that have not yet been lived,
overcome or solved.
I know you'll understand how I feel,
for you were not always my Yesterday.
Remember the time when we first met and looked forward to what lay ahead,
always surprised at each outcome and how we handled each situation?
Wow, those were the days, weren't they?
But here I am, once again thinking only of my beloved Yesterday.
I have found a new love, my dear;
her name is Tomorrow.
She has promised me those new adventures,
challenges and problems that I so crave and desire.
I am giddy with anticipation, as we start to walk hand-in-hand,
facing the unknown, but facing it together.
I hate that saying, "We can still be friends".
But even though I have found a new love,
I would still like to be your friend.
We may not always be as close as we used to be,
and maybe I won't think of you or depend on you as much as I did before,
but I would like to believe that you would still be there for me
when I need a place to rest.
Tomorrow sounds like a wonderful person,
but I know she will be a handful.
I just hope I'm up for the challenge.
Most sincerely,
Today
Form: Free-Verse
Title: Tiny
In this huge world, why do I feel so itty bitty
Tiny or small I cannot differentiate which describes me best.
I want to be just as tall like a run-away model
Why can I not be tall and lean just like them at least?
The pavement is so uneven why can I not maintain stability?
I lose gravity against everything I try to hold onto
Why do I lose gravity upon every step I take?
I cannot keep balanced. Why is every so uneven?
Why do I feel as If my life is spinning in circles?
Why do I feel as if I'm trapped inside of a whirlpool?
Does this vortex spin out of control
Why does this circle feel so small and tiny?
Why does every feel so small and tiny?
Why do I feel as if I were just as little as tumbolina
Should I eat more vegetables and take vitamins too?
Maybe If I ate my means with proper nutritions as a child
I wouldn't be this small and tiny.
Have I shrunk within time?
Five foot three is the average woman height nowadays.
Maybe if I wore high heels they'll make me look tall.
They will give me a perfect fit.
Maybe if I grew some inches tall I wouldn't feel so itty bitty!
On the bright side of being itty bitty and small
When I play hide and seek I can surely fit in all the small places
A tall person wouldn't be able to fit in.
Tall people have an advantage of reaching too high places
I'm so small I need a boost to reach high places
I surely cannot reach without a boost
When can assist me to objects I cannot reach.
That's a disadvantage of being so small.
You need assistance to reach too high places.
Nor small like I feel now maybe if I do some pilates as a workout,
it will unshrink me possibly!
Should I grow at least an inch
Just an inch to feel like James the Giant
The frustrated man whose angry so being so huge.
Only if James heard me, I'd ask him to share some of his height with me.
Height indeed is what I most want.
With growth Maybe, I'd be attractive and not so tiny
If I grew at least five foot four, would a gentleman look at me?
The teacher said,
Go home and write
a poem tonight
And let that poem come out of you---
Then, it will be true.
I wish it were that simple.
I am merely a sixteen year old, born in a world where rich get richer
and the poor get poorer, or just get stuck right in the middle.
Wake up, and first thing I think, what can I do to not bring down my parents hopes.
Get ready for school and dream up a dream that may never come true,
bringing down and crushing all my reveries.
Go to school, walk up those steps and try to make a difference.
Walk down those steps talking down to myself
Then walking up those steps that lead to my home.
Putting on a fake smile, when in reality all you feel is down.
It’s hard to tell the difference between the real and the fake
at the age where all you want to do is bend and break.
I feel and see and hear, teenagers, I hear you.
But can you hear me? Hear me the way I hear you?
(I hear adults too,) Hear the way I scream in anguish?
Because I see you languish.
I like a lot of things.
I like being alone or being with friends.
I also like to read, learn, sing, and ponder about the upcoming.
I know it’s kind of puzzling.
But it doesn’t matter what I like.
for what I need is a career.
I know what I need, but it’s something I fear.
We are not the same, you and I.
I go to a school, just like you did.
In fact you work there, at Morton West.
The teachers there are pretty nice,
but they expect you to know what you want to do with your life.
It makes my head spin out of control,
wondering what I should do.
Drop out of school like some of the students do?
Fall down under all the weight of stereotypes?
Or rise up above these cliches?
You have never had to do this, for you are part of the majority.
And all I am is a minority.
But the majority of the school is part of the minority.
But maybe you do understand, for you were once this age.
This is my poem for English 4.
Inspired by Langston Hughes. Also an assignment my teacher made me do.
Siege warfare (trumpeting)
average joe biden his time
linkedin with aberrant behavior
transpires within me mind,
(not just today December 5th, 2020,
but everyday/365)
warrants depleting stockpile arsenal
constituting exhausting mental health
uprooting deep seated repellent pesky
daunting lost cause.
Overruled by irrational thoughts,
I feebly muster a lame duck
half quacked comeback
(think home team cheering at pep rally)
against analogous figurative agents provocateur
said nemesis bore down hard
upon sense and sense abilities
mine psyche undergoing
blistering, hectoring withering, et cetera
courtesy ghost of Emily Brontë
mailer daemons flitting to and fro,
hither and yon within wuthering heights.
Another necessity Emma gin)
awoke prided prejudice
to confront head on
beastie boy foo fighting (Irish,
no matter genealogy regarding
yours truly Eastern European)
mine talking head housing
private insane asylum.
Incomprehensible thought processes
chronically spin out of control
dictate mandate NOT to wash hair
until at least one week passage of time,
(an arbitrarily chosen number
i.e. seven days convenient block)
even if appearance looks unkempt, slovenly
grungy, et cetera as nirvana seeking guy.
Thus, I readily admit self held hostage,
whereby loopy thought provoking patterns
hopelessly, grimly, futilely find me surrendering
NEVER eradicating down battened ramparts
neurotic, lunatic approved, idiotic
mind mental chattering
babbling jabbering gibberish
housing concocted village people
dead set against shampooing oily locks.
Quite a tussle (think metaphorical hair pulling)
ensues within me scrambled noggin,
whereby pathetic psychotic pummeling
win knows scrimmage
scoring touchdown amidst
teaming muted brouhaha
allowing, enabling, and providing
harmlessly insane nettlesome
pesky skewed notions
ridiculous leeway to predominate
until yours truly USDA
qualified, hashtagged, certified...
as grateful dead among human league.
“Never trust your life behind a cheap gun”
- Annie Oakley
Annie, has a heavy heart.
But also a light heart
one that shines in the sun.
and regardless light or dark,
Annie’s bright heart will spark
and spin out a round, whistling like a song being sung.
With only moments notice,
before most prepare to know it
She showcases its essence in one single sentence.
But a statement to render us speechless
Pierced as a whole.
All of us she reaches.
Standing there alone
with her gun.
She splits a playing card at 90 yards
without care.
Plugs a nickle in the middle
flipping through the air,
and with a single shot, puts out a candle flame
without disturbing wax a drop.
The hammer and trigger are stock,
and cherry is the handle.
Handmade, crafted, shaped
like herself, to perform in dust and rain.
Tooled as a saddle and Gold washed in a barrel.
But Annie's gun is a mystery.
And what's more
when she points her heart towards anything
or chooses to use it for our amusement
Her targets are always attained.
Somehow by her grit, grip and will,
we're left in awe, and even a little afraid
of Annie's heart of iron and steel.
Afraid of the way, she owns the stage.
Holds and keeps her gaze on the straight away,
as we ourselves stare down the sight
she'll let fly the first of bullets loaded that day
With five more, soon on the way
“Never trust your life behind a cheap gun”
she'd say.
And each round fired off
takes us back to a younger age.
The image of the dying past, laying to final rest,
The old west
and the way things used to be.
To see those cards split at the neck of the king.
Lit cigarettes gently whisked away
from the lips of her husband, sitting
blindfolded, or asleep
She alone stands with Sitting Bull,
A dying breed.
For us watching those bottles break
Our hearts too, shatter as much as they
having never seen such a scene
as we've seen today
they scatter
with the ashes in the breeze.
I resign myself to a half sleep, to the evening news, and a tepid cup of tea
to old habits, engrained, and a familiar old routine
As the news, tonight, unfolds,
it is there again, to chill the bones
and to turn the blood from warm to cold
How does one close an eye, turn away,....... compromise?
Here I am once again, in the house, that knows my strife
How insane the world can seem,......
Oh, the theme, is much the same
Renewed, it stays obscene,... yet, brings a brand new grief
But I shut out discontent,
and catch a jasmine scent
and a summer, once I spent, in the shadow of tall trees
I lean back in my chair, and the air keeps me warm
I'm hearing swarms hum, a drum in my head, not far..., is a wild nest of bees
Surrounded by seas, of the green grassy waves, and I smell sweet alfalfa once more
Now my arms and my legs are rolling down hills, that tickle my skin,
....and taking the spin out of me
All the bees scatter 'round...., of a world going wild,
and have stained red, my shins and my knees.
Where is the green? The clean of all things?
And the springtime of days dead and gone?
I pluck a long stem, it tastes semisweet,
yet, the bitterness still lingers on
From my head to my feet, I can't rest in defeat,
as sound from the sprinklers resound
They lull me to sleep Ts......Ts......Ts......Ts......Ts
I lie under the trees,
while the wild nest of bees,
swarm near my head Bz......Bz.......Bz......Bz.......Bz......Bz
I could die, wide awake, as the dusk softly breaks,
Where the lightning bugs shine in the trees
Small stars in the night, lightening bugs show the way,
taking me home through the tunnel of day
Drinking sweet jasmine tea,
.... I'm drunk on my dreams,
but I think I've been stung
where my evening begun
back on the street where I live
_________________________________________
2/12/14 For Craig Cornish's Contest: "Angel Of The Odd"
They both knew why they were here
and what they were designed to do.
They both were created to provide light.
One, the sun, was to provide the most light
and the other, the moon, was to provide the
lesser light. So the sun was assigned the day,
and the moon was ordered to light up the night.
The two of them would serve the needs of the earth,
providing seasons and keeping the earth with just the right
temperature for survival. This was accomplished by placing
the moon some 240 thousand miles from the earth and the sun
93 million miles from our planet. Our planet earth is the third of eight
planets from the sun after Venus and Mercury. Venus and the earth are similar
in both size and gravity. The earth has one moon, and Jupiter has more than
67 moons. There are more than 200 moons in our solar system and Saturn has 82 of them. There is only one sun in the solar system and its gravity holds
the solar system together keeping everything in its orbit. Without the sun and moon, life in any form would not exist on planet earth. Everything
in the solar system has been set in motion by God, and without His design and dictates, everything would spin out of control into total chaos and into eternal
oblivion. The sun and moon are not accidents but rather, like everything that exists are created, designed, and purposed by Intelligent Design.
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