I left my
heart in
a magical
place. A
place that
holds years
of wonder and
awe. A place that
knows me better
than any other place
I’ve been. This place
has changed me and
molded me into the
person I am now.
The forests, trees, creeks,
and open skies instilled in
me a love for God’s works.
The harshness of the winters has
taught me to be patient and to endure. My small
town is where I learned the small-town work ethic;
you don’t get what you don’t earn and earning what
you want takes a little bit of sweat and tears. Here
I learned that you don’t have to be blood to be
family. Brothers and sisters are made throughout
years of school together. We relied on each other to
be happy. This place will forever hold my heart and
soul. I am a small town girl through and through.
It’s who I will always be. Forever. Thanks IDAHO
for shaping me into something more than I was.
Baa Baa Black Sheep
We don't want your wool.
Please sir, Please sir,
I have three bags full.
You are too old.
You are out of date.
But I work hard,
And I'm never late.
You don't have the
Look we're looking for.
That's no reason to
Boot me out the door.
We want new skills
For this vocation.
But I have twice
The education.
You have too much
Experience now.
But they have none!
They don't even know how!
Baa Baa Black sheep,
We don't want your wool.
Job security?
I've been played the fool.
I sit in the study, a typing
The students around me revising
I punch at the keys
For as long as I please
My mind and body aligning
Here I am in town
With my sniffing dogs
And wearing eagle’s eyes
I climb over bomb blasted ruins
Searching for survivor jobs
From every cornering street
My dogs I scatter all over
Hoping they will un-earth
An opportunity
For me to be used
But all I hear is only
A barking silence
I continue to wait and hope
That time will lick with a difference
For me to swing my tail
But now without fail
My tail is locked between
My thighs waiting with
A chained impatience
Like a gold digger
For the dog they say
Every day has
He hides his wisdom
beneath his thick glasses
He uses his pen
to say what he knows
He conceal himself
with his infamous words
of what he understands
nobody could comprehend
He barely speaks
For he stammers a lot
But he read so much
So he could tell
He has this blanket
To cover his frail body
Who could responds to facts
And withdraws data
His wicked wit
An envious one
He knows a lot
But possesses nothing
The curve of his eyebrows
He questions a lot
The eyes of this beast
Crushes your ignorance
His pathetic jaws
Displays no elegance
But the color of his lips
Could define your existence
He perceives a lot
but not himself
His eloquent tongue
could change your stand
His grotesque features
Is the uncertainty of his integrity
For people believe
The superficial reality
He looks dumb
And you act smart
You laugh at him
He doesn't mind
You see yourself
As the face of success
He shrugged his shoulder
As he creates you #
That you sense my vibes and moves by it,
Doesn't make all my maze the masterpiece,
And doesn't judge loyalty and modesty.
That you sense my vibes and moves by it
Doesn't guarantee pounds and majesty.
Call me back when I err. Therefore,
That you sense my vibes and moves by it,
Doesn't make all my maze the masterpiece.
On the front line stands a man
set
to give last breath
He walks in death’s dark shadow
brave
the sentinel
a keen watchman
fulfills solemn oath
who watches out for him?
~*~
End of a working day sees nightfall bludgeon me.
Sally's stuffing eggrolls in the back room.
Filling them with beansprouts
in case they have a boom.
Hundreds of these eggrolls
piled high for later.
Boiled in an oil
for each and every crater.
Some will go behind the glass
warming in a pan;
shining in their dipping oil,
tempting for a span.
Placed upon a plate and shimmied
to the side;
up against some rice
that's deep and dark and fried.
Dipped into a plum sauce
sweeter than a sneer,
and spread out on your plate
as far as you can smear
Flavour by the mouthful
damp and moist and wet
Sally's making eggrolls
the best that I can get.
had a hectic day with
lots of things to do
so glad i found my way
home from work
did not think i would make it
not with the dark, the cold and
the exhaustion conspiring against me
opened the door after some time of
fumbling with the keys
not sure what goes where
slummed the door shut and
dropped the bag on the floor
why let it burden me after
what i had gone through today
was hungry but it could wait
had only one thing in my mind
my sweet little comfortable bed
finally reached the room did not
think to turn on the light and
just fell on my bed
did not think i would wake up
did not care if i did
all i wanted was just a little sleep
was that too much to ask
forgot to draw the drapery
and when morning came
i felt a kiss of sunshine
as the morning rays raced
to my face, i smiled a little
and got a glow on
reassuring and brightening my day
because there was still hope
working under the sun
You want a nice house
You want a nice car
Big line of credit
Paycheck wont go far
Heated pool with slide
Cell phone with bluetooth device
Laptop TV with webcam
Recliner that goes to Mars
Just put it all on a charge card
Or advance on home equity
I want to be a star
Twenty minutes of mirror fame dies
Every part of your wallet is miles dry
Gotta go back to work serving the pool cleaner
No chance to enjoy that pool deck either
I've listened to you talk for the last 1800 second
From the materialism I'm glad I've grown independent
Life is too short and there's too many like you
Lowered the credit in the world,
Who's sweating bullets to pay bills?
Yep, this girl
All you do is moan and grown
Get what comes around
Better to die poor than alone
Beautiful light that lasted for long
Your lightening shine suppress the cloud
Brilliant Beauty from coast to coast
Your brighter shine rule my world
My lovely kids love painting in your midst
Cos your presence add meaning to their paint
Myself as well stock under your bountiful
Likewise my firm, my wife roam through you
Your fins and flippers eat the sea
But your dominant serve the plant
That is why I love to kiss you
Cos you never demand without supply
My sunshine, you are the haven
That shine my home and my coats.
Looking out at my piece of the sky
On an afternoon of unexpected inactivity
Following the threads of thoughts
Could be a pleasure, to give them phonemes
Even better, or so would I think.
Tomorrow is full of meetings,
And a tough deadline, but now
All I have is the present, a glorious sun
Dipping over the tall buildings yonder.
Sunset is a rare sight in the city
But the memories of yore
Still tinge the heart. There is laughter
Of people at play beyond the walls,
In the dense peepal full of cackle,
Birds gather for the evening meet.
The sound of steam from an automatic caffe,
The jingle of cups,
Muted voices with technical jargon
Waft though the empty corridor.
Streams of words chase the thoughts
For some indefinite time,
Then give up, discouraged at the increasing gap
Folding into the comforts of quietude.
The sun is gone, the rays remain
A sigh rises in heart, could go home !
I’m block can’t flow
All in my head
But my pen suspend in mid air
Refuse to dance on these pages
Without you I am just a shell
On a beach waiting to be discovered
I need these words expressed
My dependable therapist on break
These feeling needs an outlet
Dying to communicate
Chocking on my own vomit
Lips sewn shut
Friend …remove these locks
Furnish me with the key that changes meanings
The meal that fills and satisfies
My communication companion Mr Expression
Hot dry passage of the unwalked space
How so do Arctic winds leave your halls?
All around is naught but ore,
where dust has all but settled.
Come hither, freeze my soul
For amongst the flame of life
I stand and sweat
The drones slave on.
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