Poem 340: Stomach Ache

My stomach's trying to talk to me

it's speaking rather loud

I didn't understood its voice

until it shouted out

"feed me!" it said, and then it cried 

"give me something to drink!"

But even once this chore was done

the talking didn't cease

Yelling and shouting, turning flips

it moved and wouldn't stop

it twisted turned and talked again

but this time just said "ouch"

I fed you little tummy

I watered you up well

but still you are not feeling good

I think I'll just lay down

Upon my side I rested you

I slept to let you heal

but you chose to keep talking loud

growling you didn't still

what do you need, what can I do 

to make you feel alright

maybe a bowl of sweet ice cream

will help conclude this fight!

Poem 339: Greek Dining

Yum...

Greek food full of garlic and cucumbers

citrus and oregano

chicken and a pinch of salt

Tomatoes with olive oil, vinegar and onions

all thrown together into a beautiful Greek salad

beside lemon grilled meat dipped in Tzatziki sauce!

Poem 338: Late Nights

Its been a series now of late nights, unmade glances, and seemingly stopped time.

I shouldn't ignore the hand on the clock that has paused again, while life has not.

But somehow, staring into thin air, it's easier to ignore and lose these hours of living.

Night after night I am caught up in this situation with bed calling my name to rest and replenish, 

but mind fighting for relief from the expected comfort of this thing called sleep, 

and I remain thinking, staring and dreaming: awake.

Poem 337: Hello Again

It was your smile that first caught my attention as I glided by

I saw my reflection in your eye where your thought sang with pure childhood joy

and then the sideways turn of mouth energized my heart

making me once more look again to see that confident expression.

Standing taller after this unexpected meeting through glass

I remembered your face once more and delighted in its depth

It wasn't beauty of surface that encouraged me to dance through my day

but the clarity of soul that surfaced in your face.

Reminding me that mirrors only sometimes tell lies

and other times reveal truths, who've long been trapped inside.

Poem 336: Without a Lead

Tonight I danced for many steps

as ONE without a lead

I danced alone I went my way 

but not because I wanted to.

Tonight I lifted my own hand

to turn me 'round and spin

I bent and swayed

and dipped and waved

and played the part of guide and friend.

Tonight I was without a lead

all by myself I danced

It's nice to be strong on my own

but I'd rather have a hand to hold

to follow and not lead.

Poem 335: Ugh...

Walking through the rain we went

my sister and myself

we ordered take-out with chopsticks

and returned back to the house

With fork and shovel in our hands

we lit up the TV

and did what the unhealthy choose

sit and watch and eat

It turns out when your sitting still

with containers full of food

even though there's much to eat

and too much to go through

with eyes focused upon the screen

and mindless hands working

that plate, when set down first, was full,

soon becomes empty.

But not until we stood to go

did we realize our pain

our heavy stomach weighed us down

and we felt our mistake

next time when we eat Chinese food

in front of the TV

our portions will be smaller 

and we'll eat while on our feet!

  

Poem 334: Peace ALONE

There's nothing better than the silence

which is present when alone

the echoing walls tell a tale

that loud sounds cannot know

the wind and breeze carry whispers

that settle in the air

but with such business around

you'd never know they're there

so I revel in the stillness now

while standing here alone

for time will soon come when again

the world will surround.

Poem 333: Triplets

Triplets standing in a row

each three, itself unique

For one is first, another last

the third is in between

Perhaps the first is glad to lead

the last to then conclude

But the middle one's the happiest

being hemmed in by the two

Poem 332: Windy Room

The window's open cross the room 

there's a fan that sucking air right through

and I am standing in between

wind blown and free-eezing!

Poem 331: 9-11 *In Memory of September 11th*

The day began like yesterday, I woke up by alarm

I ate some food, put on my shoes, and headed down the road to school

And when I reached the school house, I went to class and took my seat

and then the world began to change, oh so suddenly.

The TV on, was telling us the news about the day

and flashing signs of blue and red told us there's something strange

Then live feed from downtown New York appeared upon the screen

and chaos filled the air with sounds, of jet engines, cracks and screams.

Then just as fast as things went loud, the silence fell and lay

the classroom 'round me, mouths gaped wide, some praying, others crying

but nothing for the first few moments, what felt like maybe days

while people asked themselves 'bout truth, before they gave hearts way.

And then as hearts and mind embraced and gathered in the news

pain and anger flew from mouths and eyes and grew up huge

amid the quiet noise I heard a gentle whispered prayer

Please, Father God, embrace the souls of those now paining there.

Then peace with yoke lighter than air, settled in my eyes

and I saw comfort between estranged souls bonded by sad tides

In that embrace a love was shared between two enemies

it righted wrongs among past friends and brought families back together again

It's true, that day, named 911, was tragic, with high costs

but from it greater beauty grew  

Which means: the terrorists have lost!