Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Truck
It was a Monday that a
Truck.
(the headlights, I will not forget)
crashed into the driver's side
I know my son, he must have cried
off my shoulders my head flied
and the windsheild it met.
My son, from the back seat.
Screamed.
A scream I would never hear.
Never, ever, this I fear.
No longer do I have an ear.
That part of me is creamed.
The firemen came with jaws of life.
Late.
No hate I feel for them, they tried their best.
They saved my son from the metal nest.
That pierced me roughly through my chest
So I have met my fate.
Truck.
(the headlights, I will not forget)
crashed into the driver's side
I know my son, he must have cried
off my shoulders my head flied
and the windsheild it met.
My son, from the back seat.
Screamed.
A scream I would never hear.
Never, ever, this I fear.
No longer do I have an ear.
That part of me is creamed.
The firemen came with jaws of life.
Late.
No hate I feel for them, they tried their best.
They saved my son from the metal nest.
That pierced me roughly through my chest
So I have met my fate.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Short Poem-thing because you all deserve something, I have done nothing for too long.
Table of Contents
Look!
A cat.
It's my cat.
Look at her purr.
Her name is Molly.
She is shedding her fur.
Getting it on my new shirt.
That dang cat has got no manners.
I'd train it but you can't train a cat.
She's okay the rest of the time.
I'm watching her sleep right now.
That would be creepy, but...
She's only a cat.
And thank goodness,
Cat's don't care.
They don't.
Meow.
Look!
A cat.
It's my cat.
Look at her purr.
Her name is Molly.
She is shedding her fur.
Getting it on my new shirt.
That dang cat has got no manners.
I'd train it but you can't train a cat.
She's okay the rest of the time.
I'm watching her sleep right now.
That would be creepy, but...
She's only a cat.
And thank goodness,
Cat's don't care.
They don't.
Meow.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
River Song
River, river, flowing softly, did you turn a bend?
Steady, silent, never violent, look, the rocks you rend.
Can you hear me, little river, singing to you here?
Carving grooves, you always move, and nothing do you fear.
Flow on, flow on! I’ll sing my song, and you’ll sing yours.
Water, glide gently on your way, leisurely tour.
Don’t mind me, river, I’m just a man, I’m doomed to die.
You’ll never end, flow on, my friend, from sources high.
Steady, silent, never violent, look, the rocks you rend.
Can you hear me, little river, singing to you here?
Carving grooves, you always move, and nothing do you fear.
Flow on, flow on! I’ll sing my song, and you’ll sing yours.
Water, glide gently on your way, leisurely tour.
Don’t mind me, river, I’m just a man, I’m doomed to die.
You’ll never end, flow on, my friend, from sources high.
Covered in ice, shining in white, safe in winter’s arms.
Steady flowing, softly glowing, to you can come no harm.
As in a fable, if I am able, I’ll amble alongside
And if I’m tired, and so inspired, I’ll build a boat to ride.
Home to many, life aplenty, water crystal clear.
Through the woodlands, your quiet call sends, peace for all to hear.
Don’t forget me, little river, someday I will return.
You have much to teach young souls, and I have much to learn.
Steady flowing, softly glowing, to you can come no harm.
As in a fable, if I am able, I’ll amble alongside
And if I’m tired, and so inspired, I’ll build a boat to ride.
Home to many, life aplenty, water crystal clear.
Through the woodlands, your quiet call sends, peace for all to hear.
Don’t forget me, little river, someday I will return.
You have much to teach young souls, and I have much to learn.
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