Poem 18: Halloween

HAUNTING
ANIMALS
LANTERNS
LOLLIPOPS
ORANGE
WITCHES
EMERGENCY
ENGINES
NIGHT

Poem 17: Happy Birthday Scott!

Happy Birthday tall, blonde man
I wont mention the color again
except to say that
whatever they say
intellect isn't a color game

Happy Birthday Scotty-boy
my sweet muffin cake almond joy
many words said to
turn your face red
making laughter explode each time

Happy Birthday Dot, the man
never stop if go you can
reading the mind or
speaking so kind
with the cat you're something alike

I could keep going, my friend
but must remember before the end
to wish you in song
simple, and not too long:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY THE BEST SCOTT I'VE MET!

Poem 16: Tomorrow

Tomorrow I will do my homework
Tomorrow I will clean my room
Tomorrow I will wash the dishes
and the house and car

Tomorrow I will change my oil
Tomorrow I will take a bath
Tomorrow I will send the message
and try to golf par

Tomorrow I will try again
Tomorrow I am sure I'll win
Tomorrow is a busy day
Today I'm at the bar

Poem 15: Nocturnal Energy

Its strange how tired I become

when concentrated and at work,

in the middle of the day, with

sun shinning brightly and birds singing,

encouraging not sleeping. But then,

when all is still and night has dawned

I am unexpectedly goofy,

full of vitality and the enthusiastic energy

of the dark, quiet night.

Not tired when sleep calls me,

but I fall asleep quickly

when daylight beckons me to BE.

How can I prolong night

so that I may later face a day

that carries with it a new beginning?

Its much more fun to be finishing!

Poem 14: The Group

They are the group I look froward to meeting each week
and when I can't I am uncomfortably sad.
What makes me look forward to seeing Wednesday again?
Its you, my friend that makes my heart happy, and my feet sore from running.
It's you, my friend who hugs me loving
It's you, brother, with music sweet
and you, sister, sharing thoughts with me.
I love the day because the many youth that help me smile away
the hard times from the long and many draining other days.

Poem 13: I don't want to

Nope, I don't want to go
its too far, too cold, too loud
I don't even want to try
Can't you hear me saying no?
I dont want to walk, or run or jog
I won't go if you carry me or push me more
Its not the distance thats the problem
Its not the situation that scares me or worries me
I just dont want to go
I dont want to think about why
I want to stay here, so no, no, no
I shall not, will not....
What?  You're going and leaving me alone?
Stop, no!  Wait up!  I want to go!

Poem 12: Home away from home

Home is where the heart is,
where the food is,
and where people greet you when you come back from a long day away

Home is safety and comfort
feelings of being wanted 
but where you're sometimes leaving just to get away

Home is a state of mind;
a place of belonging.
It's where time melds pain into a distant thing

Home is a place of birthing;
a house of living;
a country that leads growing towards a new way of thinking.

Home is a soft surrender.
It is a place, a thought, a knowing;
an escape from what life you are running to

Home is ever changing,
but always known.
This is my home: my home away from home.

Poem 11: 585 (A haiku which breaks the rules)

Ra
   in
d
r
i
p
s do
     w
      n
and lands
making puddles of jumbled drops
which meld into one.

Poem 9: REVEIRTER KCALB YM OT

You are half and half.

So full of life and love and laughter

that it escapes through your movements as if life were a dance

You are not one or the other, but both.

You are silly and adventurous,

yet want nothing more than to be close

You are soft and curly

with dark hair and long lashes.

Passing men gawking, and me happy by your side

You play frisbee, smile willingly and

would hike the tallest mountain

as long as you were with me

You are strong and able.

Prone to cuddle never lazy

and for me would always take a chance

You, my friend are two.

Half of kinds and yet one whole you

My partner in crime, I think you just fine

exactly you as you!

Poem 8: School is...

miraculous     murderous

amazing     frustrating

inspiring     discouraging

guiding      misleading

loving      hating

directing      losing

teaching      controlling

growing     stagnant

succeeding     wanting

laughter     tears

exercise       anorexia

dessert     liver

providing     stealing

loving     loathing

uplifting    intoxicating

fun    boredom

a complete and utter

self mandated

oxymoron

Poem 7: A Moving Experience

It was a moving experience that brought me away…
That stole me from this year old place
And threw me into hands anew.
I wrought in pain, this path from you.
It was soft words that were spoke.
Silent emotions were evoked:
A crisp remember; bright recall.
A moment’s whisper now hid all.
It was a thought of past gone by.
I left this place far past, behind
And stole myself away into
A beginning that was shinning new.
For things of past and things of old
Will fade away if left untold.
But this tale I retell is true.
I leave it opened to renew.
I leave it open just for you.

Poem 6: Good-bye

Good-bye what’s known
Hello brand-new
Good-bye old friend
Hello to you
I leave behind all that I know
To come back to what once was old
And live again in past been told
Where love is rich and life is bold
And family laughs and hugs to hold.

Good-bye my present
Pure and sweet
Good-bye my space
New time to meet
Looking back I can be sure
There will be memories grandeur
But I must bind up this allure
And think the future past’s best cure
For fixing things from as they were

Good-bye what’s known
Hello what was
Good-bye my now
Hello my love
Here past begins the story’s tide
The future is what past decides
This changing current I will ride;
I now am young, my old I hide;
Back to my past in rest abide.

Poem 5: A is for ______

Zebras
Yo-yo
Xylophones
While
Vacuuming
Under
Tall
Sharp
Rocks,
Quietly
Pondering
Over
Naughty
Male
Lion
Kings
Justifying
Instant
Hunger
Gorgings
From
Eating
Dinner
Cooked
By
Ants

Poem 4: Late

Time ran out
and I forgot
to type the words I ought
For now it's late
and late I hate
I'll post with no more time to wait!

Poem 3: Scientific Inquiry (a rap)

There are so many cool parts of our universe.
Animals, plants and weather all use systems to work.
If they didn’t have these systems, no order would be here,
all the parts would be chaotic and science would be weird.
But, since there are such systems we can think, guess and predict.
This guess that comes with knowledge we call “hypothesis.”
After so much of this thinking and guessing it is time
to watch our systems acting and find out how and why
So starts experimenting: we observe, interpret, then
come to a conclusion and reflect where we began.
Did our hypothesis make sense, or was it silly, strange or vague?
Either way we learned, had fun, and in science got to play!
For science makes us smarter, and it makes our brains to grow
So ask another question, hypothesize and go.

Poem 2: Questions

Questions rain down
They fall on ground, sea and air
Sometimes people throw them out windows
or spit them into the street like unwanted thoughts and cares
But still they are here, these questions.

Questions rein up
They pull and push from all sides
or wind themselves around us and squeeze
or are buried under sand until they grow roots and stems
and then blossom and seed: questions.

Questions reign on
They dig and poke, prod and lead
They both let loose, and later tighten
Their paths lead on to doors that are neither closed nor opened.
Inquire, and in reply a question.

Poem 1: A Beginning

I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head,
what shall I do before going to bed?
"There's not much day left; there's no time to spare,"
as I wondered using whats under my hair.
And I said to myself, as I looked in the mirror,
"you, yes, you could write poetry here."
So without pen and paper, with ink from online
I started a project to burn more of time.
What is this word time? When does it exist?
Yet I find enough somehow to begin even this!

So, daily now, I'll write poetry here
sometimes it will rhyme, sometimes be unclear.
Read it and comment, and laugh; be at ease
For this poetry means simply to please.
Enjoy these words, and write a reply
or continue a poem if you'd like to try.
Just remember that poetry isn't for free.
If you take it and claim it, you're breaking up me.
Share it and quote it, even sing it in song
just remember to link it back where it belongs.