Poem 168: Welcoming the Spring

Although you've tried to hide your face

quite far away, I see

it poking through the cloudy lace 

that's between you and me.

You shine so radiant and bright

and move so smooth and free.

Oh brilliant sun, from clouds you rise

and welcome in the Spring.

Poem 167: Pea Water (to be read aloud)

Sitting there is pea water

the color's slightly off.

It's not the clear it used to be

it's really rather odd.

There floating in it are green chunks

They're little more than simply mush.

That silly, greenish pea water

with squishy little chunks.

Poem 166: tears

Tears

streaming

down 

faces

of 

pain,

allowing

no

dryness

to 

remain.

Poem 165: OK

If you ask me how I feel right now,

"I feel OK," I'll say.

I won't say that I 'm feeling great

or down and out with deep-felt hate.

If you ask me if I want to go

I'll say, "OK," and then I will.

"Okay." I'll go. I'll eat. I'll throw

I'll catch. I'll run. I'll give. I'll laugh.

If you ask me now,

In truth I tell,

"I'm okay with that."

Poem 164: Wildhorse

Deep in a canyon, far away
I heard a loving chorus pray.
The words, on wind, they danced about;
They softened heart and all of self.
The prayer ran smooth and beckoned mind
and when I came it stopped clock time.
For in that land, hid by the hills,
the children swarmed and gathered 'round.
God, You were there, and so was I.
Two working friends, Your hands and mine.

Poem 163: Siblings

It all began when you were young;
the firstborn and the only one.
But when I came I wrecked the mold
and turned the three into a four.
Josh came next in different form;
He was the boy, in our girl world.
And now we're old, and split apart
but just in place and not in heart.
For where I go, I'll always pray
in love that safe my siblings stay.

Poem 162: The World is Ending!

"The world is ending in Y2K,"

everyone was saying.

"The world is ending in 2001,"

when it didn't in Y2K.

"The world is ending:

the Mayans said!"

the newspapers quoted them, if you have read.

"The world is ending!" the world has said,

and three times now we've never been dead.

Poem 161: The Pen

The pen is mightier than the sword;

The sword braver than the rope;

The rope stronger than the reed;

The reed sharper than a whip;

A whip harsher than a stick;

BUT

A stick with ink once made the pen

mightier than a sword.

Poem 160: DECISIONS

Differentiating

Excellent

Conclusive

Intellect from

Seventy other

Inventive

Options for

Nominal

Success

Poem 159: On the floor

I'm laying on the floor right now

its funny lying here.

And if I roll from right to left 

there's clutter everywhere.

Above my head is a guitar

sitting by three bags or more

and right beside's a PC screen 

that's standing on it head.

The screen leans on an old wood chair

which holds large dolls or teddy bears

and sometimes holds me when I'm not 

lying on the floor.

I'm lying on the floor right now

it's warmer lying here,

but I must roll from right to left

so not to burn what's bare.

The hot wood stove is fired-up.

The flames are roaring high.

The kettle that is on the top

is starting its loud cry.

The heat that's here, my skin absorbs 

through many layered shirts and coats.

But my feet, they take in the most

as I'm lying here.

I'm lying on the floor right now

it's nice to just rest here.

And rolling both to right and left

life's comfortable and clear.

For as my mind begins to fade

and join me on the floor.

I think no more of worried thoughts

concerns or quandaries or unknowns.

My feet are rested up in peace.

My eyes are closed, no thoughts to see

The sun is shinning warm on me

lying on the floor.

Poem 158: JK

Jackie and Kevin are two of a kind

both with wavy hair.

One with chocolate on the mind,

the other with music's air.

They met in a land off distant shores

far away from home,

but later re-met on the internet

and no longer were ever alone.

Poem 157: Torn (A Conversation With a Friend)

A golden friend from days gone by
whispers in my ear.
She says that life to live is here:
"Live: for life disappears!"

But friend of old, I ask of you
in deeper quandaries yet,
"What if the future God beget
is not this finished set?"

My dearest friend, please do speak up
point out my logic flaws...
I know inside, my reasons lacks
but I'm still torn; I'm ripped in half.

Poem 156: Notes of Spring

The notes of Spring
sing songs into the cool breeze

making new buds grow

under unfallen winter leaves.

Poem 155: Clouds Above

There floats above my head right now a tiny little cloud

it blocks the sun, and casts my joys away.

"You, Cloud! " I yell, without a care of others who surround;

"Leave me alone, and let me see the day."

But clouds in their state hear no woes and float without a care.

For when I leaned in, listened close, it's melody filled the air.

"Perhaps, dear Cloud, your whistling sound will bring joy to my ear.

So hover 'bove my head for now; I'll sit in comfort here."

Poem 154: Eye-to-Eye

You and I

we don't see eye-to-eye.

We see in different shades

and hues.

You see lavender.

I see deep purple.

You see royal blue

and I see the sky.

Poem 153: Room Chill

I'm heated like a hot wood stove;

I'm warm beyond belief.

My face is hot, and forehead sweat

is dripping off in sheets.

I need a large mountain of snow

to cool down my feet.

I want an ice-cold soda pop

and 52 Freezies.

I guess you cannot understand

this heat I have inside.

"Brr! Close that door.  It's cold out there"

I think I've froze my hide!

Poem 152: Canceled Class

Class was canceled once again

I think I should feel bad.

But truly, how I feel right now

is really rather glad!

Poem 151: Containing Energy

There is energy surging in my core

climbing from my toes up to my nose 

and exploding on the floor.

It moves and climbs over my calves

and tickles my thighs as it rises high-er

and higher and makes me laugh out loud.

There is energy moving in my stomach

turning circles, jumping over and under

winding its way through me like a snake in water.

It pulls and bends and moves and groves my heart and mind

and I become captured in a cage until I am set free.

I cannot move my feet more to release this energy.

I need wings! Wings!  WINGS!!!

Poem 150: A Dream

When I awoke from sleep last night

there was a dream that gave me fright.

I almost died, almost being shot

and then the culprit turned the gun

a blood stained mark upon his side

and gun put in the hand of mine.

I threw away across the ice

I screamed to guarantee our fight.

Now, still, in shallows others fade.

They slip being buried in the waves.

Did you not hear them say your name?

Next year they'll rise to try again.

The waves that sink, will rise up then

and surely then will call once more.

To stay or run, I now implore...

Poem 149: A Paige

A Paige in history
a major Paige has turned
a Paige of climax or
a Paige of rhyme and verb

a Paige of new begins
a Paige of sadness ends
a Paige in court to carry
a Paige of finished story

a Paige of friendship now
a Paige of wise know-how
a Paige who laughs and cries
a Paige who dries the eyes

a Paige who carries notes
a Paige who serves and mows
a Paige who gently gives
a Paige who smartly lives

a Paige of book or who
a Paige I'm glad I knew
a Paige, the only you
a Paige of Brown and blue.

Poem 148: Dad (Happy Birthday!)

There isn't a time when I can't rewind and say, "I love you Dad."

There's no moment in my past when I wish it wasn't you I had.

Sure, there were times when I hated what you made us do.

Times when chores were loathed when given harsh and strong by you.

There were times when I swore we were slaves to turn your soil over

but, I learned, and in those times I mastered me and mind grew wiser.

There were moments that I could say I did not understand

the way you thought, or loved, or at anger chose to laugh.

But, in truth I say, just as the sun rises every morn.

I'd choose to have no other dad if I'd to be reborn.

So, dad, this day we celebrate your birth (we're glad you came!)

for if you hadn't been birthed then life wouldn't be the same. 

For one thing you would not be here, to make the world smile

but better yet, you never would've had me as your child!

Poem 147: thE LifE of loVEly Numbers

I am a prime number in so many ways.

You can take me and change me

but, however you may

I will still be a prime. 

If you try, then you'll see. 

Mix and match me, subtract me

or divide me by me.

There is no adjusting my primeness, you see.

Try and guess me, if you can, just what I might be?

146: Music in The Rafters

Close your eyes, my friend, and listen

to the sounds which float above.

Music dancing in the rafters; 

notes twisting through the clouds.

Be still, and listen, with your whole

and you will hear the words they sing,

of peace and comfort to the souls

which have no other sense of these.

Poem 145: Tuesday Bluesday

Noises sounding out

in the halls, in the class, the voices holler loud

Where is silence in these echoing halls

or peace in this concrete facade

of still?

Noises fill the air

words whispered sound out loud and clear

but I am lost in what-ifs for how

a focused world would save them now

with still

Noises turn my heart

they pour out saddening songs and yell

to be set free or turned around

but I can't hear their words cause I'm 

not still

Noises silence me

they help me reaffirm my feet

and strengthen me to stand up tall

to not give up when noise takes all

my still

Poem 144: 12^2

Two x two is four, and I do believe

Three x three is nine you see, now

Four x four makes more: sixteen.  And

Five x five is twenty five for

Six x six is thirty-six and if you multiply

Seven x seven you get fourty-nine but that's not as great

as eight x eight making sixty-four or

Nine x nine solving to a closed door at eighty-one.

Ten x ten is where the fun begins at 100 then

Eleven x eleven makes one hudred twenty-one

and when we've thought we've all but won

up turns the good ole' twelve x twelve

and number 1-4-4 is shelved. 

Poem 143: Addressing

I drove your way before

and knocked hard on your door

and named you friend, but that began

a change inside your heart

and then from that first start

the seed that fell, has grown.

to cover up all other thoughts

and leave the way unknown.

So what now is to do?

us two: me and you?

where to go from here

or should I dissapear

and hide inside the past 

in lonely mirrored glass?

Or should we keep embrace

and close our eyes to face

all things as they are

and hope to be?

I grasped with hands both close

stepped in strong and chose

but what I fear, has hidden here

and now is right before.

So as I thirst for more

and trust God over chance

my heart and mind implore

to brave this new romance

Poem 142: Red and Black

Red and black will match
if the best choice I pack
but packing now, just seems somehow
to shorten what time we allow.

For what will go with this and that???
"Hurry-up, we must leave now!"

Poem 141: Friday

Friday is a day of breath, it marks the time of each week's death

when after, a vacation's left to lead with anxious rule.

Each Friday I stand by my kids, and realize this is all they get

until the next week comes along, all learning is over and gone.

Poem 140: Thursday

Thursday is a day of norm, its right between two large 'day storms'

when climax fades and weekend gains, this is a day of lull

The planners rest, the young men quest, the others wait in mental set

yet when it's over all have met their steady Thursday goal.

Poem 139: Wednesday

Wednesday is the climax day, where everything is moving strong

The week is halfway over and the work to do is almost done.

But when thoughts rise 'bout weekend time and playing outside rain or shine

what's left to do on Wednesday stands, and pushes us along.

Poem 138: Tuesday

Tuesday is a brightening day, revealing plans for far off things

and bringing hope from yesterday, as plans in motion soar.

for work is done with brand new strength from weekends past and logic's bate

and life continues in this path, with each new Tuesday morn.