Slice of Life: Hawaii

My heart puns and skin perspires as I continue to run towards the shoreline. I see Eddie just a few steps in front of me, also running. We have been running, not jogging for quite some time now, as we simply couldn't wait to reach our goal. Us two are among only five kids and two adults wanted to venture to the westernmost point of the island, leaving the rest of the class back at camp the have measly 'free time.'

I keep running, and see the shoreline up ahead, I am so close to making history in the school!

Revised Poems

LOCK DOWN DRILL

Hushed children

with hushed voices

sit, kneel, huddle

The room around, dark and

confused

With the school supplies lonely

the desks neglected

All seeing the hiding group

of hushed children

with hushed voices

Hiding from the

terror

that is not really there

Children giggle

squeal

eyes dart

Now character is

revealed

At the young age of

9

10

11

Some worry some tense

Some joke some laugh

As the impending doom

that’s not really there

looms behind the door.

RED, WHITE, BLUE

Limply hanging on

The red, white, and blue fading

Something that once was

POETRY IN GENERAL!

 
first day at school
the other children look into me
for a sign of similar fear



Hushed children
with hushed voices
sit, kneel, huddle

The room around dark and
confused

With the school supplies lonely
the desks neglected

All seeing the hiding group
of hushed children
with hushed voices

Hiding from the
terror
that is not really there

Children giggle
squeal
eyes dart
teeth with braces clamped together

It is now when character is
revealed

At the young age of
9
10
11

Some worry and some tense
Some joke and some laugh

As the impending doom
that is not really there
looms behind the door.

LIMERICKS

     David Simmons:

There once was a man from Illinois
Who was never one for a toy
He became a teacher
And thought he was a preacher
Until he was out-smarted by a boy


      Throwing my Model Off the Roof:
On the building the sat a roof
and on that there stood a goof
He'd throw his model off it
Not for a profit
Just cause he has aloof

FREE VERSE POEM

Grass.


the forgotten blades shift with the wind
wisping and grimacing
though wise and old
It stays shy and cold

it has met the sole of all weary travelers
and the backs of starry-night on-lookers
yet not the caring hands of seasoned gardeners

silent it stays
around the garden it lays
ready to assume it's fresh color green
as it has in countless past Mays

grass stays the same
through all days and days.

Occasional Poetry!

On this day, this fateful day
The condition of households will change into
Frenzy

Though it may be for a time o so short
Frenzy is frenzy, and it will be so

One this day families will look at their televisions
and see pixels
But it is the images that make all the difference

Somewhere in a far-away place,
in a distant stadium, a football (soccer) game is being played

Although not the final
or the semifinal
it is just as important

The US against Brazil
the fateful day has come

The game filled with controvercy
and cheating
and skill
A game where the countries have one goal a piece
and the action simply does not seem to cease.

O so many Odes (or only one)

ODE TO CHRISTMAS EVE:

oh, how you remain in the back of my mind

for spring summer and fall

and how once in a while your songs creep into my head

leaving me yearning for you more than ever

with you loud noises, bright colors

along side quiet sounds and dim lights

leaving me restless until next moring

oh, how the singing and caroling

fills me up 

and how the cookies and cakes

leave me empty

when the family spends all night chatting

and telling jokes

all accompanied with thunderous laughter

and how when the clock hand both stand directly upwards

and people start shuffling out

we drink our last glass of eggnog 

sing our last carol

and tuck ourselves into bed

ready for a sleepless night.