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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 ...

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

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.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

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.

Monday, November 8, 2010

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.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

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.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

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.

Friday, November 5, 2010

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.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

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.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Poem 21: gnidaeRBackwords

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Tuesday, November 2, 2010

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.

Monday, November 1, 2010

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!