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‘Thoughts of Summer’
there’s a place in my
heart for
late summer evenings
spent gathered ‘round
fires
smiles brighter than
flames
these are the memories
of
air charged with
friendships
crackling and dancing
like shape-shifting
dreams
fireside laughter
ascending like sparks
we are one with the
stars
-Spring 2013
Immortal youth,
running and reckless,
over rocky shores.
-Summer 2012
Inner Beasts
In everyone there is a beast trying to get out.
Like poison;
Paralyzing inner spirit,
it attacks: A roaring, clawing, manticore,
composed of lies and anger and pain.
I tried to tame it by myself.
But the only one I was fooling was me.
-Summer 2012
A Moment of Remembrance
The clock strikes eleven times:
Once for the young men and women who've gone overseas,
Twice for the ones who have yet
to leave.
Three times for the soldiers in
line of duty,
Four times for those who've brought peace to the needy.
For the numerous lives they have
surely blessed.
Six times for all who've encouraged from home,
Seven for the names that will
never be known.
Eight times it strikes for those
wounded in action,
On battlefields black scarred
with trees charred ashen.
Nine for the families who've lost
loved ones dear,
May their presence forever be
near.
Ten times for all who selflessly
gave up their lives,
Eleven for those who made the
ultimate sacrifice.
‘Though it’s only a moment, one day in November,
In our hearts, all year ‘round, may we always remember.
-Fall 2009
A Busy Street After Rainfall
A busy street after rainfall:
Cars creating mist as they rumble
through puddles.
Busy pople oblivious to all that
surrounds them,
Focussed on work, traffic and
their impatience.
The city: a whirl of shouting,
honking, rushing, and anger.
A lone raindrop on an office
window,
Struggling to remain rooted,
Drooping with the weight of its
burden.
Agonizingly, it begins to
drip
down
the
window pane
until it reaches the sill.
There it finally stops and
clings.
Seconds, so precious to some,
Wished away by the impatient
ones.
Traffic jerks to a halt.
With a final gasp, the raindrop
lets go.
A small splash on wet pavement.
Un-noticed by the busy street
after rainfall.
-Summer 2010
To a Butterfly
Flitting shadow on the windowpane
Soaking up the rays of sun.
Spread your wings, laugh for joy,
Springs's surprise has just begun.
Vision Obscured
Shame is like a red hot curtain
It wears like a heavy cloak
And with it life’s a sweltering summer
I long for winter’s white.
-Summer 2012
One Last Rose
White petals,
like softly falling snow,
shroud summer's blossoming dreams.
-Summer 2012
A Day at the Beach
It takes a long stuffy ride in a crowded car to get to the
beach.
It’s crowded and uncomfortable with plenty of complaints
each.
Finally we’ve arrived but we have to find a place
To park the car- please just pull in there for heaven’s
sake!
It’s sure no fun to be eating outside on a sticky hot day,
When you have to spend your time keeping bugs and gulls
away.
Sand gets into everything- bathing suits to lunch!
All I hear and all I feel is CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH
CRUNCH!
Sun burns from staying out too long in the sun,
Sure don’t make for having all that much time for fun.
But as the evening brings the tide, soaking all in reach,
I realize that I’ll take it all for a day at the beach.
-Summer 2008
Cannibal Time
Come to Cannibal Island
Come
to Cannibal Island,
A
place to eat or run.
Where
cannibals dominate,
They
act like they’re primates,
And
eating people is fun!
Come
to Cannibal Island,
A
place to eat or run.
Where
people are burning,
And
screams are blood-curdling,
While
roasting out under the sun.
Come
to Cannibal Island,
A
place to eat or run.
Where
people use knives,
To
take away lives,
Your
life may come undone.
Come
to Cannibal Island,
A
place to eat or run.
Where
people will love you,
‘Cause
you’re good to chew,
-Fall 2008
Feasting Time
Feasting
time has come again,
On
Cannibal Island, time has been,
Spent
to prepare a massive meal-
Good
enough to make you squeal.
Of
humans we will feast upon,
The
line of food goes on and on.
Our
dead are dead- but not yet gone!
As
they are eaten, we sing this song:
“To
die for, to die for,
Our
meals are to die for.
Just
take a knife,
And
end a life,
Our
friends live no more.”
Juicy
eyeballs are slurped down.
Munching
is heard around the town,
As
friends and family are eaten up,
On
their corpses we love to sup.
The
feast goes on for days to come,
‘Till
the rest of them have run.
But
as they leave, we give a cheer:
“See
your flesh again next year!”
-Winter 2009
I thoroughly enjoyed your work, Emma...
ReplyDeleteWas it pink or purple that was your favorite color?
Thank you! :)
ReplyDeletePink was my favourite... now I can't decide.
The Cannibal was my favorite, now I will just savor it.
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