Post by Valentin on Mar 16, 2015 20:30:25 GMT -5
My Poems
Memories are Forever
I remember when the recess bell rang
and for 20 minutes, we were free and wild.
Like the forgotten bison of the great plains,
we ran and our legs never got tired.
I remember folding flowers out of tissue paper
beautiful and delicate
and our class winning first prize.
I remember my first pokemon game
and the tears that came with
never winning my first rival battle.
I remember a pheasant
its feathers shining like jewels,
before it was quashed under the tires of my mother’s car.
Children and Their Many Things
the language of children is screaming: both words and guttural screeches.
the friends of children are toys: they felt as alive as you or I.
the clothing of children is mud: the pajamas were the inevitable deluge of hot bath water.
the wonder of children is the earthworm: now he digs unsung.
the torture of children is the car ride: quiet and seemingly endless.
the amazement of children is the simplest things: everything is magical.
the injustice of children is unfair play treatment: being forced to play the dad in house.
Approaching Friendship at 3000 Knots
My friends are a boat.
Devery is the anchor, heavy, stable, unmoving and comforting.
Amanda is the cushiony captain’s chair: something I can always rely on to rest.
Keeley is the steering wheel, spinning round in circles and leading me through rough waters.
Jaimie is the oar, working so hard to cut through the thick syrupy swamp water.
And I am the sail, pushed and puffed by the winds and standing proudly over my friends.
My Dad is The Powerhouse Of The Cell
My family is just like the cell in the body of some great creature.
My dad is the mitochondria.
The powerhouse so we can survive.
My mom is the cell wall:
Protects us from outside dangers
My brother is the nucleus:
Full of the information that makes up our cell.
I am the cytoplasm:
Mushy and full of water and surrounding my family in my love.
Not The Corn Lord
As I taste an ear of buttered corn,
It is july 4th several years before.
at the lake,
with my feet in the mushy brown sand,
not afeared of any leeches or worms that would affix themselves to me,
the warm smell of lakewater filling my nostrils
the gentle summer sunlight on my back
priming my shoulders for freckles yet to come
my mom calls out to me,
to come eat my corn.
But for me, things were different.
There was no gentle summer sunlight but instead
getting sent to the bedroom,
spanked,
and then peeing on the floor.
The Sun, My Large Father
The sun works so hard for all the solar system.
He is a large father.
A big ball of gas burning so far away, but distance is no match for his love and power.
He warms the entire earth. He cultivates lush green vegetation and dries out vast deserts.
The earth cannot sit still. He runs around in a circle. “I can’t heat you evenly,” The sun says.
There is no discouragement for the sun.
He will shine forever.
All the food that we eat to live, impossible without the sun.
The water that sustains us, impossible without the sun.
The oxygen we breathe, impossible without the sun.
He is on fire. The fiery explosions on his skin cause him terrible pain.
There is no discouragement for the sun.
He will shine forever.
Help a Snail
See this mucousy creature. An unsung hero.
See his armor, strengthened by dirt foodstuffs.
Take a look at his eyes. Not beautiful like the ocean, but dingy like rough pebbles.
Take a look at his mouth. For chewing up choice cabbage.
He is simply a mollusc.
Trying to get by with his slimy self.
forgotten and insulted in the belly of birds or under the feet of children.
If he is crossing the road,
pick him up
and take him to the other side.
Help a snail.
Memories are Forever
I remember when the recess bell rang
and for 20 minutes, we were free and wild.
Like the forgotten bison of the great plains,
we ran and our legs never got tired.
I remember folding flowers out of tissue paper
beautiful and delicate
and our class winning first prize.
I remember my first pokemon game
and the tears that came with
never winning my first rival battle.
I remember a pheasant
its feathers shining like jewels,
before it was quashed under the tires of my mother’s car.
Children and Their Many Things
the language of children is screaming: both words and guttural screeches.
the friends of children are toys: they felt as alive as you or I.
the clothing of children is mud: the pajamas were the inevitable deluge of hot bath water.
the wonder of children is the earthworm: now he digs unsung.
the torture of children is the car ride: quiet and seemingly endless.
the amazement of children is the simplest things: everything is magical.
the injustice of children is unfair play treatment: being forced to play the dad in house.
Approaching Friendship at 3000 Knots
My friends are a boat.
Devery is the anchor, heavy, stable, unmoving and comforting.
Amanda is the cushiony captain’s chair: something I can always rely on to rest.
Keeley is the steering wheel, spinning round in circles and leading me through rough waters.
Jaimie is the oar, working so hard to cut through the thick syrupy swamp water.
And I am the sail, pushed and puffed by the winds and standing proudly over my friends.
My Dad is The Powerhouse Of The Cell
My family is just like the cell in the body of some great creature.
My dad is the mitochondria.
The powerhouse so we can survive.
My mom is the cell wall:
Protects us from outside dangers
My brother is the nucleus:
Full of the information that makes up our cell.
I am the cytoplasm:
Mushy and full of water and surrounding my family in my love.
Not The Corn Lord
As I taste an ear of buttered corn,
It is july 4th several years before.
at the lake,
with my feet in the mushy brown sand,
not afeared of any leeches or worms that would affix themselves to me,
the warm smell of lakewater filling my nostrils
the gentle summer sunlight on my back
priming my shoulders for freckles yet to come
my mom calls out to me,
to come eat my corn.
But for me, things were different.
There was no gentle summer sunlight but instead
getting sent to the bedroom,
spanked,
and then peeing on the floor.
The Sun, My Large Father
The sun works so hard for all the solar system.
He is a large father.
A big ball of gas burning so far away, but distance is no match for his love and power.
He warms the entire earth. He cultivates lush green vegetation and dries out vast deserts.
The earth cannot sit still. He runs around in a circle. “I can’t heat you evenly,” The sun says.
There is no discouragement for the sun.
He will shine forever.
All the food that we eat to live, impossible without the sun.
The water that sustains us, impossible without the sun.
The oxygen we breathe, impossible without the sun.
He is on fire. The fiery explosions on his skin cause him terrible pain.
There is no discouragement for the sun.
He will shine forever.
Help a Snail
See this mucousy creature. An unsung hero.
See his armor, strengthened by dirt foodstuffs.
Take a look at his eyes. Not beautiful like the ocean, but dingy like rough pebbles.
Take a look at his mouth. For chewing up choice cabbage.
He is simply a mollusc.
Trying to get by with his slimy self.
forgotten and insulted in the belly of birds or under the feet of children.
If he is crossing the road,
pick him up
and take him to the other side.
Help a snail.