Love complications
July 2, 2008
It grasps us tight and no one ever knows, and without
that person knowing the love for them grows.
To him it’s not true it’s just a fairy tale I dream,
Then only if he knew how I feel and how shivers run
down my back.
He only listens to his friends and doesn’t follow his heart,
and if he did it would be a magnificient start.
The farther our relationship falls away,
The darker and darker our skes turn gray.
The flowers go dead and the trees droop their leaves,
The sky gets so dirty there is no longer a breeze.
Then the more we grow together,
the more the leaves grow and the flowers come back,
now our sky is bright blue and no longer black.
Love is magic that hides behind us all,
and if we keep hiding our heart it will only fall.
Author: Millie
Roses
July 2, 2008
Her roses
A dozen she would adore
I tremble as I think
To visit her once more
My attire is ragged
But she cares not
For she is lonesome
In her eternal spot
I approach, so
Calm and still
Walk up slowly
To my knees I kneel
I touch her granite face
Through time, has stayed the same
I press my hand against her
And run my fingers over her name
And lay down
Her roses
Author: Colby
Lonesome
June 30, 2008
Comradery is what he needs.
To his peers all he feels like is Mr. Deeds.
His generosity abused.
Jealousy is most prevalent and often used.
Detached it seems.
Everyone he meets he shines and gleems.
No one can understand his dreams.
Theirs no I team.
He trys not to care.
All he wants is a pair.
Being on his own he doesn’t know how he’ll fair
He needs to step up and take the dare.
He realizes change is his friend.
With this he has conradery he’ll be better off in the end.
Author: Anthony
Rainy Day
June 30, 2008
The sky grows dark,
and the wind begins to blow.
Tall trees bend over,
as if touching there toes.
Streaks of lightning dart
across a pitch black sky.
It looks to me as if lightning can fly!
As lightning flashes,
a picture God is taking.
For all moments in time
are of his making.
A ‘CLAP!’ of thunder
frightens anyone around.
It is so freaking loud
that bone rattling sound.
It all starts with a single raindrop,
as the clouds let loose their fury.
Here comes the down pour,
I must run home in a hurry!
The rain comes down like a wild stampede
there’s no one on earth
that can stop it indeed.
The puddles form streams,
and the streams form rivers.
When it rains in the Winter,
it gives me the shivers.
When it rains in the Winter,
it gives me the shivers.
As fast as it came
it is gone agian.
The sun comes out,
and the cycle begins.
I love it when it rains
for it gives life to the flowers.
I could watch it all day
or jsut a few hours!
Author: Kassi
Balance
June 17, 2008
There’s balance in life
Between evil and good
You feel so much pain
And so misunderstood
But your time will come
Where good will fight back
If you don’t believe
Then it is faith that you lack
You need to have faith
And you need to dream
It’s ok to cry
And it’s ok to scream
You need to look
For the signs that are shown
They will show you the way
To a future unknown
Listen to your heart
Follow it proud
Sometimes it’s quiet
Sometimes it’s loud
Be open minded
Your destiny awaits
See where life takes you
See what it creates
Just remember this balance
When life gets you down
And believe something’s coming
To change it around
There’s balance in life
Between evil and good
Everything will work out
Just the way that it should.
Author: Amanda
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Tomorrow
June 17, 2008
Tomorrow the sun
Will slowly make its trek
Across a sky of blue
Drag me into the day
To face the sun of light
Hours of sleep denied
Until stars brighten the sky
Moon hovers up high
Days end finally arrives
Tuck myself into the night
Dark steals the fading light
Another day closes its door
Tomorrow a ball of light
Will rise to meet the sky
With shining light of hope
Pull me from my nightly sleep
Propel me into the morning light
Escort me from sunrise to sunset
Tomorrows will keep arriving
Sun delivering its promise
Brightening days of future
For all my tomorrows
I’ve yet to live
Sun and I will rise
Author: Sharon
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Daughters Grown and Gone Before You Know
June 16, 2008
Grown young women now in life’s spree.
Seems like it was only yesterday, bouncing them on
my knee.
What a joy it has been watching them grow.
Being so very proud of them and letting it show.
From helping the ride their frist bike to rteaching
them how to swing a bat.
Them teaching me new math and how to kick a
soccer ball, how about that!
So proud we were, takin gthe older on off to college,
helping Her move into Her new world.
Then it was time to go, say good luck, and our good byes.
But as I said, Do your best and I love you, I saw the
tears in Her eyes.
She may be grown, but I’m leaving My little girl! is all
I could realize.
Now, looking at Her sister and knowing She’s not far behind.
Wishing I had a way. To turn back the time!
Love, Dad
Tribute To A Dying Friend
June 16, 2008
For days you’ve been lying there with yourlife
apparently draining out.
Your very being hangin in the balance
while waging the final bout.
With the respirator your umbilical cord
barely affording you life’s breath.
While standing on the threshold between
life and eternal rest.
So feebly I am writing with a brokenheart which may
never heal.
Because mere words are barely adequate to express
how melancholy I feel.
COuld it be your destiny, old buddy, to
come to such an untimely end.
Seems just yesteray we said hello and already it’s
time to say goobye forever
my dear friend.
Is this a new begining or the unclimatic end?
The battle though fought with fervor is futile becasue
the grim reaper will always win.
One day no matter how we try to prolong it, we’ll all
face that final bout.
I just wonder will I see you when my time clock runs out.
Author: William
Tzama* (Thirst)
Marjorie Stamm Rosenfeld
Beneath the Holy Land,
where even water wars are fought,
the troubled springs run deep.
And water, which has properties
to wear on stone, has split the rock.
Lord . . .
my shepherd.
About suffering, Stefan Grass said,
“Suffering is like salt, bitter in a glass.
Become a lake instead—then sip the water.
You’ll see how sweet it tastes,
with hardly any hint of bitterness.”
(The Jaffa oranges are sweet
and bigger than grenades.
We’ve moved our fences farther in.
Our neighbors claim the land we left,
then ours.)
Beside the still waters . . .
Sbarro Pizza,
where a young man opens up his coat,
says to the girl behind the counter,
Know what this is?
so like the exhibitionist
who bares his misused, misplaced
instrument of love
explosively.
He maketh me to lie down . . .
In green pastures
tents of Palestinians
are buffeted by angry winds,
their throats are parched.
The houses of the Palestinians collapse.
In the house of the Lord,
another scene: From one side
comes a swarthy man and from the other,
one more swarthy man—
sons of the same father.
They face off, raise their instruments,
and aim. Which will give ground?
Which strike the other first?
Raging thirst propels them.
Nearby the only lake
that’s fresh and clear
is Lake Tiberius,
called the Sea of Galilee.
It, too, is troubled water.
Further south, the sea is dead
and full of salt. How many
Abrahamic sons must fall?
The wolves
that used to roam
the Russian Steppes are here.)
Through the valley of the shadow,
a great tree arches over the River Jordan.
It is the tree of the Jewish people.
It is the tree of the Palestinian people.
Its leaves shudder in the wind,
on every leaf a name.
*Hebrew word for “Thirst”
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