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.
Lookin' after pests
Keepin' a CLOSE eye on 'em
"Those wild animals!"
Roamin' around zoo
Searchin' for sneaky monkey
Hidin' in a tree
Zookeeper gets mad
"Where's Marty, the smartypants!?"
"He TOOK my cage keys!"
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You are out of date.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.
What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to men
We know, hooked on holiday language
Comprised of wandering hand signs.
Collect the car and pay parking fines,
Drive through towns and over a bridge
Until we reach the Western gateway.
Oh when will we arrive at our house?
No camels there, only field mouse
Which are eaten by our cat anyway.
The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning
Through the stretching, pealing sky,
A knife through air; what it is to fly.
Our travels over; a new day is dawning.
Drained to my very heart by our slow-paced arrival,
I wander through tasteless decor to the metal arches
Beyond which a future is unfurled.
My bag’s innards are spilled like blood in the Bible
Before the cold gaze of the armed man who marches;
He holds the key to this new world.
The mechanistic arch stands and takes quasi-sentience
Beside passport control, piercing my finely popped
Eardrums with sonic solemnity.
I am refused by technology but stagger forward hence
Into baggage claim where a suitcase pile is propped
Up like a holiday Tetris calamity.
My suitcase is soul black and with difficulty is found,
In its lucid eagerness to fasten itself a faux family;
Airports are filled with pretences.
Now we are away again, small trolley safe and sound,
On the road from snow, heat is where I plan to be.
Our intrepid journey commences...
Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?
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?
~*~
A serpent underneath blue sky,
in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye,
above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor,
venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water,
misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son,
mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon;
on teli and in the press, on top shells,
price none the less, in bedroom and at your door..
dawn of a new day seemed to be dark,
after all.
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.
Take a seat!
Let’s learn how to read basic notes
Take your time . . .
Quarter notes
Appear in our choir pieces
Math’s involved . . .
Unique notes
Catches my full attention
Everyone sings! ! !
Sight reading
Could be challenging at times
Try your best!
Basic notes –
It’s vital to your skills
CONCENTRATE!
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