*This took me a couple of hours to write, as I used the same rhyme scheme as the original poem and every ending word in this poem rhymes with all of the ending rhymes in the original.
Please tell me what you think. Thank You! =]
'Twas the night 'fore Black Friday, when all through the house,
Mom was Googling, with the click of a mouse;
She found running shoes and the prices were fair,
Despite her tired and scraggly hair;
The family was nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Plasmas danced in their heads;
While Mama had java and I took a nap,
She plotted the plan and drew out a map,
I awoke to a rumble of startling chatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
There stood my mom with a large wad of cash,
"Time to go, hun, Best Buy's got a stash!"
With latte in hand and children in stow,
Excited to seek the Christmas cargo,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
"Sale at Penny's! Hurry up, my dear!"
My mom drove the car, so lively and quick,
We traveled to Penny's to get the first pick.
Reaching parking lot, we were ready for fun!
Realizing that our purchases may weigh a ton...
Stood a giant mall, filled with gifts ungiven,
Families, in long lines at different stores were riven.
Stretched from Walgreens, to the entrance of the mall!
Stood a mass of people that could start a brawl!
The Sun had not risen, the moon in the sky,
Yet what happened next did appeal to my eye,
The doors were now open and in people flew,
I, everyone, and their grandmothers, too.
Claustrophobic, I stood aloof,
Spotting scared workers take refuge on roof.
Darting corners and circling around,
Running shoes, radios and Rock Band, we found!
My mom wore her furs from her head to her foot,
While she told me briefly that I had to stay put;
Kitchenware was located all the way in the back,
But she admired a coat that was covered in black.
She only could purchase what she could now carry,
The checkout lines had turned quite scary.
But she saw her running shoes that stood aglow,
But seeing the price required a proper quid pro quo;
When she couldn't buy shoes, she clenched her teeth,
And the anger encircled her head like a wreath;
This surpassed the time she'd received free jelly,
From the jelly of the month club that had fattened her belly.
To what to her eyes did appear on a shelf,
A Plasma TV, which she picked out herself!
Though the shopping experience itself she did dread,
It excited her to see shorter lines up ahead;
She took me in hand as shoppers went berserk,
We had reached the checkout, though this man was a jerk,
From his bad morning breath to his under-plucked nose,
He said that we budged and he stepped on my toes!
Finally, it was time to make our dismissal,
And away we all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I must admit that the stores were a sight,
As we drove home with our finds with much delight.
Copyright © 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Surreal Escape
Embarking on an island,
Unseen by human eye,
I chart in isolation,
No neighboring boat- nor passerby.
No civilization befouls the sea,
For plague and ocean have not met,
Thy bid farewell, speaks thee,
Must clean up life's debris.
Sailing to nowhere,
In search of something,
Though may seem fruitless,
Must life have purpose?
Tale of my life,
Anti-climax,
Whirlpool swallows my existence,
Evaporates my being.
Soul slowly disintegrates,
Pulls me to the fruit of its loin,
Sea calls my name,
Taunts me.
Defiled by sea mist,
Sinks into crevices,
Catacombs lay beneath sea.
Dark abyss of gratitude,
Palpable,
Unable to elude its grasp,
Sea whispers peril.
Heart hampered-- non-existent gratification,
Lost beneath surface,
Accompanied by sailors passed on,
Sallow waters, unmarked graves.
Lost and bewildered,
In aquatic nightmare,
Flounder to surface.
Discerning water,
Common as chocolate milk,
Yet not as barbarous,
To lactose intolerant.
Though my life appears droll,
I must abdicate from reality,
Leaving evidence behind,
Of my surreal escape.
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Unseen by human eye,
I chart in isolation,
No neighboring boat- nor passerby.
No civilization befouls the sea,
For plague and ocean have not met,
Thy bid farewell, speaks thee,
Must clean up life's debris.
Sailing to nowhere,
In search of something,
Though may seem fruitless,
Must life have purpose?
Tale of my life,
Anti-climax,
Whirlpool swallows my existence,
Evaporates my being.
Soul slowly disintegrates,
Pulls me to the fruit of its loin,
Sea calls my name,
Taunts me.
Defiled by sea mist,
Sinks into crevices,
Catacombs lay beneath sea.
Dark abyss of gratitude,
Palpable,
Unable to elude its grasp,
Sea whispers peril.
Heart hampered-- non-existent gratification,
Lost beneath surface,
Accompanied by sailors passed on,
Sallow waters, unmarked graves.
Lost and bewildered,
In aquatic nightmare,
Flounder to surface.
Discerning water,
Common as chocolate milk,
Yet not as barbarous,
To lactose intolerant.
Though my life appears droll,
I must abdicate from reality,
Leaving evidence behind,
Of my surreal escape.
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Minuscule
To what do I owe this introduction,
But of course,
The grandness unseen,
I show no remorse,
I can't intervene.
The plot appears lonesome,
No style or content to accompany,
The little nothings that I present -- but a fragment of significance.
"Thank You for Not Smoking" signs litter walls in a smoggy room,
Minuscule deterrent to would-be non-smokers,
Thank you for not smoking in the smoking section.
"I love you's" dance across the pages,
Of over-rated novels,
Contemporary romance.
"I love you" means little,
Simple way to end a page and begin a new.
The phrase that now means short term -- till I find a replacement.
Tentative love -- unreal
Does minuscule mien not suffice you?
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But of course,
The grandness unseen,
I show no remorse,
I can't intervene.
The plot appears lonesome,
No style or content to accompany,
The little nothings that I present -- but a fragment of significance.
"Thank You for Not Smoking" signs litter walls in a smoggy room,
Minuscule deterrent to would-be non-smokers,
Thank you for not smoking in the smoking section.
"I love you's" dance across the pages,
Of over-rated novels,
Contemporary romance.
"I love you" means little,
Simple way to end a page and begin a new.
The phrase that now means short term -- till I find a replacement.
Tentative love -- unreal
Does minuscule mien not suffice you?
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A Realization
Tender cherry blossoms swayed in the wind,
Surrounded by zephyr -- calmness, beauty,
Basking in the spring sun enlightened my soul.
To some, this would ignite bliss,
But I was not satisfied,
I needed affirmation.
Now, I wish for the world to reverse before I had sinned,
Hoping that I could just feel the zephyr,
Its reassurance that all would be well -- the Sun accompanying its glory,
Before I had committed the misconception.
I admired the apple on the Tree of Knowledge.
Captivating,
Inviting,
Addictive.
Upon first bite,
Realizing my demise,
My stupidity,
Ignorance.
Forced to exit the garden, I was unsure of the circumstances.
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Surrounded by zephyr -- calmness, beauty,
Basking in the spring sun enlightened my soul.
To some, this would ignite bliss,
But I was not satisfied,
I needed affirmation.
Now, I wish for the world to reverse before I had sinned,
Hoping that I could just feel the zephyr,
Its reassurance that all would be well -- the Sun accompanying its glory,
Before I had committed the misconception.
I admired the apple on the Tree of Knowledge.
Captivating,
Inviting,
Addictive.
Upon first bite,
Realizing my demise,
My stupidity,
Ignorance.
Forced to exit the garden, I was unsure of the circumstances.
Copyright © 2008
Friday, April 4, 2008
Graffiti Hearts
(Meant to be spoken word or "slam" poetry to be spoken between an andante and moderato tempo [around 100BPM])
Emo heart--
Tortured, battered matter.
Graffiti on a blackboard,
Left like I left you.
Coincidence--
Fate--
Lawless, spineless love.
Beat -- 2, 3, 4.
Graffiti on a blackboard,
Nothing ever there.
Beat -- 2, 3, 4.
Nails on a chalkboard,
Shall I speak now?
Beat -- 2, 3, 4.
Nail 2 the heart--
Blood escapes now.
Beat -- 2, 3, 4.
Hard on the heart--
Life pressed against it.
Beat -- 2, 3, 4.
Shout, whisper, hum.
Kiss, smooch, grope.
Tickled pink and voiceless.
Happy, yet dead inside.
Noiseless heart speaks loud.
Tremors of the heart and
Terrors of the minded.
Beat -- 2, 3, 4.
Silence.
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Emo heart--
Tortured, battered matter.
Graffiti on a blackboard,
Left like I left you.
Coincidence--
Fate--
Lawless, spineless love.
Beat -- 2, 3, 4.
Graffiti on a blackboard,
Nothing ever there.
Beat -- 2, 3, 4.
Nails on a chalkboard,
Shall I speak now?
Beat -- 2, 3, 4.
Nail 2 the heart--
Blood escapes now.
Beat -- 2, 3, 4.
Hard on the heart--
Life pressed against it.
Beat -- 2, 3, 4.
Shout, whisper, hum.
Kiss, smooch, grope.
Tickled pink and voiceless.
Happy, yet dead inside.
Noiseless heart speaks loud.
Tremors of the heart and
Terrors of the minded.
Beat -- 2, 3, 4.
Silence.
Copyright © 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Writer's Block
Trembling hands,
Dizzy mind,
Sweaty palms,
Heavy eyes.
Stressful soundless sleep.
Mind awakes, slowly.
My hand beholds my pen,
I write random reflections.
Clear, empty, wordless, thoughtless mind,
Repeating thoughts.
A thesaurus cannot help cure these repeating thoughts.
Thought. Thought.
Got it!
I rationalize, speculate, and conjure up new words to use.
Agony, treachery, torture of writer's block.
A scrumptious language I must soon learn.
Pitiful procrastinating perversion of the mind.
My cranium, bolted into my writing.
My thoughts,
Mailing themselves away from my mind.
No return address.
Well, what good am I as a postmaster of thoughts.
I try to manually think.
Think. Think.
Maybe...
What if I just stopped writing.
All of a suddenly stopped.
No more thinking.
No more thought process.
No more jumbled, good for nothing, use of words.
Exactly!
I stop writing.
I look out my window, noting the beautiful landscape of the world outside.
I made a pact.
I have to keep it.
I cannot write.
Oh, but the rolling hills and gently sloping--
Shut up, mind!
I'm through, done with.
I will never make it as a--
The rays of the sun stroke the land beneath.
The lakes and rivers nearby calmly flow, like the thoughts entombed deep within my mind.
That's it!
I must write...
The hills, the rivers and lakes, the valley - now, THAT is where I belong.
My mind becomes fruitful, offering a plentiful harvest of thoughts - many, many thoughts.
Stretching over the barren lands, through the trees, across the ocean to the ends of the world.
No mind like mine. No mind exactly the same. No mind as sublime as anyone else's.
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Dizzy mind,
Sweaty palms,
Heavy eyes.
Stressful soundless sleep.
Mind awakes, slowly.
My hand beholds my pen,
I write random reflections.
Clear, empty, wordless, thoughtless mind,
Repeating thoughts.
A thesaurus cannot help cure these repeating thoughts.
Thought. Thought.
Got it!
I rationalize, speculate, and conjure up new words to use.
Agony, treachery, torture of writer's block.
A scrumptious language I must soon learn.
Pitiful procrastinating perversion of the mind.
My cranium, bolted into my writing.
My thoughts,
Mailing themselves away from my mind.
No return address.
Well, what good am I as a postmaster of thoughts.
I try to manually think.
Think. Think.
Maybe...
What if I just stopped writing.
All of a suddenly stopped.
No more thinking.
No more thought process.
No more jumbled, good for nothing, use of words.
Exactly!
I stop writing.
I look out my window, noting the beautiful landscape of the world outside.
I made a pact.
I have to keep it.
I cannot write.
Oh, but the rolling hills and gently sloping--
Shut up, mind!
I'm through, done with.
I will never make it as a--
The rays of the sun stroke the land beneath.
The lakes and rivers nearby calmly flow, like the thoughts entombed deep within my mind.
That's it!
I must write...
The hills, the rivers and lakes, the valley - now, THAT is where I belong.
My mind becomes fruitful, offering a plentiful harvest of thoughts - many, many thoughts.
Stretching over the barren lands, through the trees, across the ocean to the ends of the world.
No mind like mine. No mind exactly the same. No mind as sublime as anyone else's.
Copyright © 2008
My Nightmare, Alive
Sometimes I wish it had all been just a dream...
My mind awakens from its thoughtless sleep,
The world, a blur, as thy eyes open,
The pure rememberance of yesterday's past, gone.
Fruitless acts spill from thy spirit,
Thy pen, overflowing with rot,
Spite, maliced thoughts,
Objected by most.
I toss, turn, drear at the tormented world,
A corrupted cascade of catastrophe.
My mind marvels at the lack of might of some,
The failure to foreshadow the false,
Reveal the truth,
Be not afraid of admitting your wrongs.
Wrongs are immediately revealed, long-lasting,
Rights are over-looked, unnoticed.
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My mind awakens from its thoughtless sleep,
The world, a blur, as thy eyes open,
The pure rememberance of yesterday's past, gone.
Fruitless acts spill from thy spirit,
Thy pen, overflowing with rot,
Spite, maliced thoughts,
Objected by most.
I toss, turn, drear at the tormented world,
A corrupted cascade of catastrophe.
My mind marvels at the lack of might of some,
The failure to foreshadow the false,
Reveal the truth,
Be not afraid of admitting your wrongs.
Wrongs are immediately revealed, long-lasting,
Rights are over-looked, unnoticed.
Copyright © 2008
Friday, January 4, 2008
Titanic
Moans...
Groans...
The sublime call of life entombed within its very halls and rooms,
A ship filled with deep forgotten mysteries,
Waiting for its time of peace as its time of sorrow passes,
The world cries out for its lost souls, trapped beneath the waves,
The "unsinkable" ship calls the ocean bottom "home."
Copyright © 2008
Groans...
The sublime call of life entombed within its very halls and rooms,
A ship filled with deep forgotten mysteries,
Waiting for its time of peace as its time of sorrow passes,
The world cries out for its lost souls, trapped beneath the waves,
The "unsinkable" ship calls the ocean bottom "home."
Copyright © 2008
Moonlight Howl
tremble in the moonlight
the wolves howl sharply
rabic animals calm pets
Copyright © 2008
the wolves howl sharply
rabic animals calm pets
Copyright © 2008
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Canoe
I canoe along the ocean-like lake,
Not a care in the world, not the sound of a motor.
My paddle, caressing the water with every stroke,
The canoe, walking on water, careful not to capsize,
Just my paddle and I, skimming the water.
Gazing upon the forest edge that meets the shore,
Noting the fire-burdened trees to our right,
Twigs and trunks, burnt and charred,
Victim to a decade of fires, vulnerable.
The forest, isolated and lacking inhabitants,
Centuries old, nearly forgotten,
Greets the world, "Hello", with its gift of oxygen,
No reply, no appreciation, no thanks.
The island just up ahead, holding a deserted house,
The crimson paint, chipped, the windows, broken,
The rocky shore of the island, barricades the house,
Years of memories, hidden behind its doors.
Remnants of its garage, hanging over the water below,
The foundation, crumbling and eroding away,
Days away from calling the rocky lake bottom "home",
The lake's castle, in its final resting place.
An old beat-up fishing boat, anchored at the house's dock,
The boat, natural, matching the landscape,
In its rightful home and place,
The ancient boat, swaying to and fro, in its own harbor.
Pondering creation's great accomplishments,
Reminiscing the beauty that surrounds me,
The serene setting, unknown to most,
Away from bustling cities and at peace.
I continue on my journey to nowhere, enjoying nature,
Bird calls surround me, the quiet splash of the water below,
The many throngs of mosquitoes, decorating the air above,
I make my way along the silent waves.
Home, sweet, home...
Copyright © 2007
Not a care in the world, not the sound of a motor.
My paddle, caressing the water with every stroke,
The canoe, walking on water, careful not to capsize,
Just my paddle and I, skimming the water.
Gazing upon the forest edge that meets the shore,
Noting the fire-burdened trees to our right,
Twigs and trunks, burnt and charred,
Victim to a decade of fires, vulnerable.
The forest, isolated and lacking inhabitants,
Centuries old, nearly forgotten,
Greets the world, "Hello", with its gift of oxygen,
No reply, no appreciation, no thanks.
The island just up ahead, holding a deserted house,
The crimson paint, chipped, the windows, broken,
The rocky shore of the island, barricades the house,
Years of memories, hidden behind its doors.
Remnants of its garage, hanging over the water below,
The foundation, crumbling and eroding away,
Days away from calling the rocky lake bottom "home",
The lake's castle, in its final resting place.
An old beat-up fishing boat, anchored at the house's dock,
The boat, natural, matching the landscape,
In its rightful home and place,
The ancient boat, swaying to and fro, in its own harbor.
Pondering creation's great accomplishments,
Reminiscing the beauty that surrounds me,
The serene setting, unknown to most,
Away from bustling cities and at peace.
I continue on my journey to nowhere, enjoying nature,
Bird calls surround me, the quiet splash of the water below,
The many throngs of mosquitoes, decorating the air above,
I make my way along the silent waves.
Home, sweet, home...
Copyright © 2007
Dagger
My heart pierced with the thoughts of the past,
Will there ever be hope, for my heart is lost,
My eyes fear the the light, for I know it's bright,
This dagger, already so deep, I lack a strong grip.
My hears hear hate and sense its arrival,
I turn away and ignore reality, fake it,
My life turned abstract caused by fear,
The dagger, life on a string, heart weeps.
Reality bites, but I try to let go, escape,
I'm dreaming of a nightmare, so close, yet so far,
My thoughts are endless, my heart filled with regret,
This dagger, eternal, shows no sympathy.
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Will there ever be hope, for my heart is lost,
My eyes fear the the light, for I know it's bright,
This dagger, already so deep, I lack a strong grip.
My hears hear hate and sense its arrival,
I turn away and ignore reality, fake it,
My life turned abstract caused by fear,
The dagger, life on a string, heart weeps.
Reality bites, but I try to let go, escape,
I'm dreaming of a nightmare, so close, yet so far,
My thoughts are endless, my heart filled with regret,
This dagger, eternal, shows no sympathy.
Copyright © 2007
Horses
Throngs of horses, so wild, young and free,
The sound and feeling of their gallop
-no instrument can make,
Their sudden neigh, breaking the silence
-call of freedom.
Jet black and caramel coats,
Manes decorating their features,
One of the highlights of God's creations,
Tame creatures, gentle and humble.
Symbol for freedom, love, and hope,
Outstretched hand, comforting heart,
Their courage and bravery
-getting the best of us.
So wild, so young, so free...
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The sound and feeling of their gallop
-no instrument can make,
Their sudden neigh, breaking the silence
-call of freedom.
Jet black and caramel coats,
Manes decorating their features,
One of the highlights of God's creations,
Tame creatures, gentle and humble.
Symbol for freedom, love, and hope,
Outstretched hand, comforting heart,
Their courage and bravery
-getting the best of us.
So wild, so young, so free...
Copyright © 2007
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Freedom
Hands and feet shackled, shirtless backs whipped,
Unfortunate and unforgivable,
The world, losing all sense of humanity and moral,
The conclusion of Adam and Eve's demise.
Our fight for freedom has turned cold,
Our voice is left unheard,
Our eyes, open, but blind to morality,
God's message is heard, but are we listening?
Our hearts, the rocky, dark earth beneath our feet,
Our voices, fade with the voices of many,
Our eyes, blind from what's happening in our midst,
Our minds, controlled by the media's wishes.
Our wrong actions are shadowed by the works of others,
The human race, at stake, for our own wrongdoings,
Our acts, changing, will reverse morbid outcomes,
Standing together, we fight for freedom.
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Unfortunate and unforgivable,
The world, losing all sense of humanity and moral,
The conclusion of Adam and Eve's demise.
Our fight for freedom has turned cold,
Our voice is left unheard,
Our eyes, open, but blind to morality,
God's message is heard, but are we listening?
Our hearts, the rocky, dark earth beneath our feet,
Our voices, fade with the voices of many,
Our eyes, blind from what's happening in our midst,
Our minds, controlled by the media's wishes.
Our wrong actions are shadowed by the works of others,
The human race, at stake, for our own wrongdoings,
Our acts, changing, will reverse morbid outcomes,
Standing together, we fight for freedom.
Copyright © 2007
Thursday, April 5, 2007
Ode to Lake Superior
Waters ever-so serene with peaceful weather while waves stall,
Roaring and tyrant waves torment the lake after the season of fall,
Seagulls, turtles, and hawks roam the shores,
Ferocious armies of mosquitoes, one by one, escape from Heaven's doors.
A freshwater ocean painted on a painter's canvas,
Claiming lives of the innocent by hundreds, alas!
Its rocky bottom, which many ships call home,
Ship wreckage of centuries, hidden by sea foam.
Hills and forests with colossal tress line its shore,
Sea monsters, ghosts, and other Lake Superior lore,
Varieties of fish in schools of many,
Superior shines, like a brand new penny.
What are the secrets of Superior, you say?
Well, I could tell you, but I only have a day,
What has happened in past histories,
There will always be undiscovered mysteries.
Copyright © 2007
Roaring and tyrant waves torment the lake after the season of fall,
Seagulls, turtles, and hawks roam the shores,
Ferocious armies of mosquitoes, one by one, escape from Heaven's doors.
A freshwater ocean painted on a painter's canvas,
Claiming lives of the innocent by hundreds, alas!
Its rocky bottom, which many ships call home,
Ship wreckage of centuries, hidden by sea foam.
Hills and forests with colossal tress line its shore,
Sea monsters, ghosts, and other Lake Superior lore,
Varieties of fish in schools of many,
Superior shines, like a brand new penny.
What are the secrets of Superior, you say?
Well, I could tell you, but I only have a day,
What has happened in past histories,
There will always be undiscovered mysteries.
Copyright © 2007
Heaven
Heaven is no longer a mystery.
Heaven is joy and happiness.
Heaven is emotions and feelings.
Heaven is family and friends.
Heaven is love and romance.
Heaven is everyday life.
Heaven is everywhere.
If you seek, you shall find!
Copyright © 2007
Heaven is joy and happiness.
Heaven is emotions and feelings.
Heaven is family and friends.
Heaven is love and romance.
Heaven is everyday life.
Heaven is everywhere.
If you seek, you shall find!
Copyright © 2007
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