It’s risky, this breathing-in
and then this breathing-out thing
especially when going outside
crossing roads, driving,
or walking over uncertain surfaces,
especially extreme sports
like going shopping
and and…
We have to wait for the world
to stop being dangerous,
wait for the air to be germ free.
Wait, because it’s all so very...
and no one can tell you
how to avoid the avoidable.
We must though,
for the sake of the children;
who knowing no better,
just want to run around,
to play
amidst all this peril and terribleness.
Categories:
terribleness, poetry,
Form: Free verse
My underactive mind takes my ideas swiftly away from us,
Kicking them in mean ways into corners, under redundant debris.
But wait I say, protesting
It does no good; my status quo mind is done.
Ideas are now kaput, thrown away in all directions
Nothing tidy about her terribleness, certainly not cleansing or kind.
I try to coax out my sensitive muse, but she is in hiding, terrified.
Worn out and sad, for our underactive mind is insisting on its way.
Wants concretes and absolutes, tired of imagination winning daily.
Maybe tomorrow? I suggest to muse gently, stroking her faerie hair.
Muse is in fetal position now, tucking her face under fluffy blanket.
I reassure her gently as we drift to sleep in perpetual soul land,
Knowing our ideas will be replenished and revived by morning.
Categories:
terribleness, muse,
Form: Free verse
Here it comes. The avalanche of hate.
You are directing at me because I see you.
I see past the screaming, the hitting, the hurting.
Inside is the little boy who got thrown away.
Thrown to the wolves by his self-absorbed, selfish parents.
You wear your violence as a shroud, a coat of armor to dissuade me.
By pushing me away, you can validate that you are despicable,
validating what your parents showed you about yourself.
If they thought you were worthless, then how dare I think otherwise?
The more I try to love you, the harder you push
Thinking you are not worthy of love.
Your go-to place is hate, violence, anger, rage.
You have managed to fool most of the others.
I know you though; I have seen past this terribleness.
This facade you use to protect yourself from ever feeling this kind of hurt again.
You can rant and rage, you can pretend you hate me.
You can throw attitude toward me every ways to Sunday.
Still I come, even as you goosestep and act Hitler-like
Because you are worth it.
So stop being mean and hateful.
I am not buying it anyway.
Categories:
terribleness, life, sad,
Form: Prose Poetry
Edrylin was barefoot and starving when her mother found her all a fret.
She promptly swooped her up and took her to nurture her with her dragonet.
Her brother Milartu and she learned the wisdom of their caring mother
She knew her days were numbered and they would help each other
Milartu was not easy on his little sister, he wanted her to be strong, this little earth-one.
She was light of foot, and when they fought, he was careful for her abject fierceness was like the sun.
Edrylin although born of the weak, was a trainable-flesh-warrior worthy of a foe.
She was extremely light of foot, and when they fought, Milartu knew she would not fight slow.
When the day of the real battle came, they stood back to back, these magnificent two.
Brother and sister, maybe not forged by the same womb, but raised by a wise dragon who knew…
Fighting the enemies with a terribleness neither understood until that day they had.
When the smoke cleared and the bodies lay in heaps, smoldering, both were extremely glad!
Categories:
terribleness, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form: Narrative
If I had been a governess, I would have been paid.
Maybe a pittance, maybe a penny, maybe in francs or yen.
Who knows?
If I had been a race car driver, I would have been revered
By my pit crew, I would have made them laugh as I left
The others in the dust, as I lapped around, refusing to
Wear my helmet. Varoom! Varoom!
If I had been a princess, I would have been bored, talking
Politely, wearing gloves to tea, learning dreary protocols,
My life not my own, a slave really.
Let me out of here!
But if I had been a pirate, I would have been daring and
Dashing. My crew would have adored me. They would have
Been terrified of my terribleness. I missed my chance.
Dang it!
Categories:
terribleness, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
Your are being so obnoxious
With an attitude that's very toxic
Affecting everyone you meet
Someone needs to really beat
This terribleness out of you
Before it is stuck like glue
Sticking to your soul and mind
Dig down deep and you will find
A gentleness that you forgot
While your acting like a butt
With every minute you infuse
Someone's heart with saddened blues
Because you think it's alright
Lashing out from a tall height
That darkens the days of those
Who used to be really close
Till you turned around and slid
Down a slope flipping your lid
And everyone is asking why
Day by day they try and try
To reach inside and pull out
What you used to be about
A miracle needs to appear
So they can fix and repair
What made you so mean and bitter
Somewhere there's a spark of flicker
That once used to be ignited
Everyone would be excited
If that torch would light again
Bringing back their sweet kind friend
Categories:
terribleness, bullying, hope, identity,
Form: Rhyme