Poem 48: Breaking the Wishbone

Wishbone, I wish for deepening sleep

that leads me strong into the weeks

before vacation once again

heals soul with strong beats of slow.

Wishbone, I wish for mental gain

enabling me to think again

since what was once common knowledge

is now a large forgotten hole.

Wishbone, I need my side to win.

I want to pass these finals in

all classes I struggled not to

procrastinate in any more.

Wishbone, oh, please break on their side;

my wish compared is strong beside

the lowly wish that they have asked.

Oh, wishbone, ple-ease, please, please,....

Drat.

Poem 47: Fine Feathered Friend (In memory of the bird on the doorstep)

Fine feathered friend you once flew for me
in yonder sky so blue.
Carried by currents of blissful winds
you wondered the world through.

Fine fluffy friend you once purred for me
echoing thankfulness sounds.
Rubbing, caressing, you meowed so sweet
reminding me that love abounds.

Fine feathered friend you once sung for me
perched high on branches near.
Melodies, harmonies, tunes of all kinds
you whistled for listening ears.

Fine fluffy friend you once danced for me
chasing each feather that flew.
Attached to a string I commanded its path
each bounding brought laughter anew.

Fluffy and feathered friends, now you've met
caught up in nature's design.
Perhaps if you'd met on more friendly terms
my birdie would still be alive.

Poem 46: Wine Please

These few drops of wine
delectably caress my mouth in
dancing array of sparkling wonder
flowing through grooves and inlets
of a pondering tongue.

I wonder at its beginning
floating in tubs of oak
and ceder, flavored with the tannins of
nature, that birth wine's fading
fermentation splendor.

Breathing in deeply
aromas of melon smoked berries
swirling through spherical air and ling'ring
just beneath the nostril's breath
leaving wine scents to soar.

...Perhaps, I'll have a little more.

Poem 45: Garlic Pizza

Let's make ourselves a pizza tonight

with turkey and cow and pig

we'll use roasted duck and chicken feet

and maybe even throw in

a bit of buffalo, a snippet of owl

and perhaps a gallon of crawdad tails

or maybe instead a salmon fillet

with lemon and garlic spread.

Let's make ourselves a pizza tonight

all stacked with vegetables;

a few sweet peppers, some green, some red

and a bit of zucchini all shredded.

Mushrooms stacked, piled high

parsley, celery, cilantro and squash

tomatoes, oregano, corn, beans and sauce.

Meat on the first layer, veggies on next

then cheese from Italy, Naples

then BEST: the GARLIC!

Poem 44: Sawing the Cheese

Sawing a log, or cutting the cheese

both sound similar to me.

In the end the diff'rence is found between 

the stentch to which they belong.

One is loud, smelly and short

the other soft, and continuing on.

Poem 43: T'was Thanksgiving Night

T'was Thanksgiving night, family 'laxed on the couch;

every belly was full, in a turkey-stuffed slouch.

The fire was roaring, the TV turned on;

each person was snoring, or fighting a yawn.

A day of adventure with food, fun and pies

had left us exhausted with strained, heavy eyes.

The dishes were piled on the counter in stacks,

all waiting their turn for the dishwasher racks.

The floors were each swept, or were vacuumed in turn,

once compete, to the couch, we all chose to return.

This day of excitement now ending in bliss

had prepped-up this evening for nothing but this.

So, with our feet raised-up, on stool or chair

we stared at the TV as if watching the air.

Then one-by-one something clicked on in our heads

and we stood up, smiled, and whisked of to our beds.

I climbed under the covers and rolled to my side

and breathed out a prayer for the place I abide.

Happy thanksgiving to all those who I love.

Many thanks for you all; thanks to God up above!

Poem 42: Sounds of Thanksgiving

Honk! Beep! Buzz!
The traffic sounds of love
float in echoed chorus.

Whirl! Snore! Bop!
First we go and then we stop,
crawling down the freeway.

Drip! Boing! Dang!
Snow falls on window panes,
children bounce upon seats.

Yeah!  Horaay!
We've come and plan to stay,
family greets us in love.

Slurp! Munch! Crunch!
Smiles shared eating lunch;
celebrating Thanksgiving.

Poem 41: Poem from the future

It turns out time is the constraint,
that keeps us in a rhythmic beat
and tells us when to wake and sleep
and if the present will repeat.

It turns out time contains us in
a box of moments laid away
where tomorrows and todays meet
in a melodious dance of strain.

It turns out time continues on,
when I am lost or with mind now
gone, am dancing away night at
a bar I may have stumbled on.

It turns out time is close at hand,
its not withheld nor can withstand
the pebbles thrown from miles above
in time-predicted, lengthening strands.

It truns out life was all a beat
was all a moment's dance of feet;
It turns out time was just a thing
which limits things like brain and ways

of mind.

Poem 40: Intruder

You come unwanted to my door
and knock, but there is no answer,
Pushing slightly against its end,
your weight pushes it in towards the
inside where private life is stored.
Who welcomed you?  There is no mat
to do this bidding, saying things like
"come in, home is where the heart is"
Your heart was not invited here
there's no more blood to listen to
Why, intruder, do you push through
my closed door, and enter my existance?

Poem 39: Revise

Its now been 5,682 times
that I read through and underlined.
I hated what I read at first,
and now I'm sure its memorized.
And all the smarter I am now
though both my eyes are fading short.
It seems what used to make such sense
is now all out of order,
and what confused me in the past,
is peachy keen and bold.

Perhaps it is the dark'ning skies
or maybe the red wine,
but what I know is that I care
no more how this unfolds.
After reading now 6,002
reviews.  I'm confident to leave
after one more speedy over-spin
and a brief summary re-clean.
And maybe just a few more drafts.
Before the morning blooms.

Poem 38: Blurry Dreams

I dreamt last night in poetry

with words in vision seen.

The narrator wrote the script

then left for me to read.

The plots constructed on the page

that lay before my eyes

were hard to first associate

without a focused mind.

But once my eyes had opened clear

I found great meaning there.

For on that page, written in peace

was wisdom beyond years

Its picture now, within my mind

a blurry, random whole.

The story that was clearly seen

my mind no longer holds

For time that passed to consciousness

has left memories dry.

Lost visions from the past of night

leave only tears in eyes.

Poem 37: Blind Date

When they asked me yesterday about a date with you they said
you don't know him but he's quality.  And so I answered "yes."
And today when I first met you, and was introduced in voice
I realized I might like the heart behind your deep word choice.

Tomorrow when I see you first, without computer eyes
I'm frightened I will hide behind my well-designed disguise
so far its kept all souls away from depth of me to feel
but perhaps, my unseen blind man, there is hope out for you still

My friends will keep their fingers crossed, and hope upon their luck
that days to come will carry-on and leave us ever stuck
but, this I warn you, well advanced, my heart is hard to tame
So try your best: all thoughts aside, I've never liked this game.

Poem 36: Dearest Friend From Long Ago

My dearest friend from long ago

you stole my heart away. 

You asked me once to give it o'er

I ran the other way.

But now your heart with peace as friends

mine rises up to you.

It searches for a place to grasp

feelings to hold onto.

The cold that's felt is echoed hard

against my searching soul.

No touch of softness can be seen

no feeling to behold.

So, empty hands, my heart returns

your love no longer mine.

Your friendship is my only chance

and friendship is divine.

But, in the future, if you choose

to grow a rose of love.

Consider me, my friend so dear,

a waiting, patient dove.

Poem 35: SNOW

You can smell it in the air
coming closer.  But if you look
its not yet here.

The feeling arrives in a slow stupor.
It freezes the air and melts the heart
into realizing winter's first delight.

Knees pain, of wounds past
like a weather vain
but all is still besides.

And then, with a blink of eyes
it begins.

Clouds unveil their load to smiling tongues
waiting to receive the prize
of winter
finally come.

Poem 34: Freckles

There is something on your face my dear
it's brown, or black or perhaps
another shade that has not yet been named.
Would you like a napkin, or a tissue or a rag
to wipe it clean?
Or perhaps you need a hand?

Poem 33: Clean (An educational poem for health class)

Clean is a sweet sort of style
that makes other people to smile.
So daily we scrub,
in shower or tub,
so not to be gross or smell vile.

Clean is an important tool
that helps others know we are cool.
We'll care for ourselves
and have better health,
so when germs attack, we will rule.

Clean is for our daily choosing.
We'll brush hair and teeth after snoozing.
Wear fresh clothes and shoes,
deodorant too.
Good habits are more than amusing.

Being clean will help us to blend.
When we stink it is hard to make friends.
So wash dirty clothes,
and don't pick your nose.
To your personal cleanliness tend.

Poem 32: Quiet, Soul!

Quiet, Soul!

Do not speak

or someone may perceive your thoughts.

If you hide, you'll be safe 'til

other faces leave.

Quiet, Soul!

Do not feel.

For pain does come to those who will.

Instead, bury heart inside

this tomb they call life.

Quiet, Soul!

Don't receive;

give what you must but never be

one who leaves their life to see.

Let your self to sleep.

Quiet, Soul!

Obey; hide.

Don't say a word or pay a mind.

Run from those who happen to

catch a glance inside. 

Poem 31: Diving Depth

I can speak about Hume, Vygotsky, metacognition, Plato and Aristotle

I can reason backward and forward into the depth of human rationale.

But, there is still deeper. Can I dive in with mind until I reach the bottom?

I hold my breath and look for another cavity to open at the very depth of thought.

My hands feel the edges of my brain until the crack is found.

There is oxygen on the other side of the crevasse,

I breathe in depth, reorient, and enter through the crack

A world opens and the process repeats three, four, 12 times or more. 

At every pool of thought a new depth is found and cracks explored

With each crack a new world entered.

Soon my world is too far away to see. The pools above are too heavy to hold.

Quickly I close the window of thought and look away from the picture I’ve entered.

In silence I remove the pools from existence and return to life.

Then, wanting to conclude, I turn back with new breath, and re-enter.

I wonder: will I ever get lost inside this deep and not resurface?

No, I know the surface too well to become trapped in the play of mind
So delving deep, I will continue, until I, in thought, embrace the movement of the mind
and conclude, in turn, thought's starting point, which asks me: who am I?

Poem 30: Keen Debater

It is naive indeed to think

your meaning heard was meant by me.

Innocent you are to reason

that what you say is fact.

Young you are in mind and thought

to see the world as you do.

Yet still, as I listen close

I grow and learn from you.

Poem 29: You win

You win, you win

You win, you win

You win, you win

you win

I knew from the beginning

but still wanted to compete.

I thought I knew the feeling

but you retaught me defeat.

Losing is akin to winning

you feel the end come near.

But winning gives you pride while

losing sometimes springs a tear.

So stand upon your pedestal 

with trophy in your hand.

And I will cheer you on while

 sitting behind the grandstand.

I'm proud to be your loser

for with you I did compete.

I'm honored to have pared with you

but next time you'll be beat.

Poem 28: Deserted

I called your name, I shouted

I yelled and then I waited.

Silence echoed in my ears,

like my heart, time disappeared

Now life gone on, I stand by

waiting without receiving.

Though I long for answers, no words have come.

I look for direction; I want to run.

Where do I go, if there are no more signs?

When should I stop, if I go on this time?

Echoing sound of silence, wont you speak?

Bring light in my darkness and rescue me.

Poem 27: Heavy Eyes

Heavy eyes.
Reaching down to the dark corners of my soul
and resting on places I have yet to make known.
Heavy eyes.
Dragging with their weight a worry-burdened mind;
chained and locked inside the steal gates of time.
Heavy eyes.
Future will conclude and time will bring you rest;
stay above the waves; hope always for the best.
Heavy eyes.

Poem 26: Health Nut (a poem for the classroom)

This poem I am using this week for my class' study of healthy living and how it effects our body. ENJOY!

I am quite worth treating well
I'm worthy of good food
I'll eat a balanced diet
drink lots of water too.

I will run and play and laugh
I'll keep my body strong
I will clean and shower well
so I do not smell wrong

I will go to bed on time
for body system rest
I will eat my vitamins
and always do my best.

I'll eat a balanced diet
with meats, and milk and grains
veggies, fruits and very few
sugary oily things.

Poem 25: Love or Lust

Romeo and Juliet
vowed their love, when first they met
is there a chance that what they meant
was lust, had proved victoriant?

Turtle and the hare in turn
ran a race a prize to earn
one fast, one slow, they did appear
slow, fast, exchanged when end grew near.

Beware friend of what you see
Things which are sometimes will be
yet other times the things that seem
are simply seen through eyes that dream.

Poem 24: Falling Back

Why is there a need

to wake later than in spring?

Why is there a plight

to lose the evening light

just to gain some morning bright?

Why is there a rush

to change time from constant hush?

Why do we fall back

or spring ahead and thus

rearrange time just because?

Yet we must push or pull our clocks back

save an hour, rest from lack

But remember this:

the sun has changed

no little bit.

Though, all the same

one hour

has been truly gained.

Poem 23: Mistaken Age

The most common questions I am asked are about my age.
One asks "are you in high school" or "when d'you graduate?"
The truth is neither are a yes, I am not in my teens.
I finished school 10 years back, and traveled in between.

Poem 22: None of the Above

The quiz is finally here.
I've waited years for this.
But now I read the main question
and think that I forget.

The option that I want
its 'A' or 'B' or 'C.'
Its one I'm sure, but maybe this
is just too hard for me.

Perhaps the choice is 'D'?
To answer I might need
a bit more time, cause now it seems
the 'D' I can't concede.

It's 'none of the above,
that 'D' choice that I have,
but if I choose the 'D' then I
might lose the other ones

Why just choose one letter?
It seems that all would do
yet there is not that option here
So 'D,' I will choose you.

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Poem 20: At Last

Peace calls to me.

In long branches it pulls me near.

Time cuts its leaves and peace

shrivels-up and fades.

Joy asks for me.

In singing voice it calls my name.

Time steals sound and joy,

silent, drowns in pain.

Health moves in me.

In swaying motion whispers strength.

Time then corrupts and health,

broken, goes away.

Life beckons me.

In rhythmic dance it draws me in.    

Time interrupts and life,

frozen still, is dead.

LOVE touches me.

With velvet cloth it holds my hand.

Time burns through, but LOVE

hardens and withstands.

Poem 19: Vote

Its time to vote

I know its time.

I planned and researched

but now why

cant I find where ballots go?

Where am I now?

I do not know the place that tells me where.

Oh no!

I am lost

and now I fear

I may be traveling for years

to get back on that road I left.

It said turn left

that Google map

but I think that what it really meant

was veer right and then look back.

Its five o'clock

times running short.

My map is torn and I'm all for

waiting 'till next time comes 'round.

We vote again, so how 'bout now

finding a place to refill

my coffee?

Voting, you say takes no skill

but I would say its PURE HARD WILL!