(Co-written by my son for a school assignment)
I punched my sister
in the stomach
to try to retrieve
my goldfish crackers
She cried like fish droppings
because her stomach hurt
then the smell of vomit
heaved upon my chest
My apologies spilled
like her putrid crackers
I'm sorry
I didn't punch her in the face instead
6/10/20
(In my country, Covid season is over and we're now in riot season (sigh), but this was for my son's school assignment.)
Covered in fancy spikes like a velcro ball,
you clink to just a few, but affect us all.
Bouncing throughout lands and traveling for free,
I'd love to be like you and sail every sea.
Silent, famous one, you're the talk of every town.
Corona, king of viruses, you boast your power crown.
Like a ruler, you dictate where I can and cannot go.
School has been cancelled as if there had been snow.
Now I type assignments from my busy laptop
and picture my friends at our empty bus stop.
You hold me inside like a vending machine container,
but since I get to miss school, I won't be a complainer.
6/11/20
Blue is so pretty
Blue is so deep
Blue is the color
I see when I sleep
Blue can be light
Blue can be dark
I like the sky blue
I see at the park
(entered into the juvenilia competition) 8th Place
(Rhyming poem school assignment - Age 11)
The Mighty Sea Was Split
Stillness- long dark, a mark on every door
Night last moan a cry for the day.
Lamentations scream- curses by the score
Dark angel had its vengeful way.
Evil rests in place, sadness graces each face
arrogant hearts oppressed and ruled.
None could dare love enough for saving grace
even their dark host was fooled.
Pharaoh's hot blood flowed, chilled to the bone
slaves , beasts as toys were used.
Where spirit and soft flesh set to shatter stone
mere ants were beat and abused.
Dark host was very soon to meet the split sea
chasing ants that raced away.
Therein crushed with no safe place to flee
his hatred reaped its just pay.
R.J. Lindley
Nov. 1970
Note- Oldest poem I have that survived to date.
I was 16 years old when I wrote this. No memory
of why, maybe a school assignment.
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