Tuesday, August 28, 2012

A-Zenith


Almighty is the word of thee
Because without is hard to see
Casting shadows upon the page
Dangling forms rotting in a cage
Elevated there from dismay
Failings; leaving all on display
Generic lies of men
Holding thin
Ignoring cries of anguish
Justice left to famish
Keening those who are
Lost to the depths, far
Marred by slimy tongues
Never to fill their lungs
Open to disease and death
People forgetting with stale breath
Quick to dismiss the unpleasant
Remembering is left dormant
Sickly minds flail to survive
Tending to dull knives
Under mattresses and waistbands
Vagrants hone wastelands
Weeping at their own hollow
Xanthic wanderers burrow
Yearning for a
Zenith.

This is an absidarian poem I was assigned to write for my class.  I like it but it's a little off.  At the end of the semester we are supposed to turn in a chapp book of our revised poems.  I might revise this one for the chapp book.
~T 

Update: Not a poem

I am taking a Poetry Writing class this semester and so I will be posting my poems I have written for class and maybe some I have just written on my own.  I'm very excited about this semester since I have this class and also have a Fiction Writing class.  I might decide to post some of my short stories I write for my Fiction Writing class on this blog as well.  Enjoy!
~T

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Bad News

The crinkled paper blew
edge over edge over edge over...
--discarded refuse
crunched beneath hot rubber
stuck to flattened double bubble
upon the searing black.
The crinkled paper blew
edge over edge over edge over...
--discarded words
crunched beneath angry feet
stuck helplessly, unyeilding
searing into the mind of the girl.
The crinkled paper blew
edge over edge over edge over...
--discarded message
crunched in fear and pain
stuck in time as real
as the searing black pavement.
The crinkled paper blew.


Just wrote this poem today.  I imagined how I could creatively put how I felt about the bad news I received today.  There wasn't actually a paper but I imagined if there was a paper with the words that this is what would play out.  I know many people can associate bad news with something similar to this. ~T

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Pen and Paper: A Love Story

Like magnets, we meet again.
I shall caress you, making you blush.
I love leaving something of myself
with you, an impression, a vibe...
You know I'm yours and you're mine.
Destined to be together, our worlds collide.
Your pale, crisp, clean skin
the earthy musk draws me.
You, I must touch.
You forgive my blunders, though
they still exist
and yes
this is our first and last kiss
of the moment.



Just wrote this tonight.  My mind just started to drift and I said, I need to write.  So I did.  My pen and paper needed to touch.  This is what we got. :)  Enjoy. ~T

George Washington

~Now that my classes are finally over, I can feel free to post this.  It's my final poem for my poetry class.  We had to write it in a style that mimics one of the poems our teacher allowed us to choose from.  Mine is to mimic Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.  Enjoy! ~T



In America did Ol' George
Found a land of amber and green:
There, sun kissed hands lifted and teemed
1,
Hills and valleys covered in wild,
A revolution child.

And plush fields ran amuck with donkeys
the loitering fiends
2 trailing debris.
Barbed wired, open plains welcomed George's green face.
Where knees scraped and beggars chased the dust and sun.
Nights became day and time became displaced
3.
Spread fingers watched it drain down the basin.
But wait! Freedom peeked around the mountains of green,
Light illuminating crimson and black mud...
Soaked ground, eerie, squishing to the pleasant beat,
Shining dull beneath the screaming booms of feet
and mothers wailing for their sons’ stolen blood.
And from this freedom, with ignorance on display
As if, as does
4, with shotguns and lions they lay.
A puissant
5 dream, left half-forgotten
and the déjà vu
6, brushed aside, trodden.
Amongst the chimes and clinks, beds lined with green,
Zombies
7 littering and feeding machines:
Within the chaos of these over-ripe coins,
black rivers rotted with the fruit of their loins.
Lackluster
8 wandering, beneath the fallen trees
between the melted sand and rusted beams,
the melted pot ready to burst its seams
as lifeless hands raise, questioning George's fees:
Blood of rivers flowed again, stopping short
Demanding, with hammering fists, the court!

The dying fields lay beneath the plows
waves of amber dream again;
when smiles echoed the truth and vows
Hills and valleys, un-tamed then.
Such an innocent plague buried there still,
those green valleys and those steep rocky hills.

A choir boy's Heavenly voice,
ballad chiming like a sheik
9
He was an innocent green child
and from his pure white depths he trilled
telling of Antietam's Creek.
10
How can I comprehend
the weary and the calm
the epiphany
11 that must transcend12
from the tragedy of bombs?
I would change this wretched song!
No red valleys, no boned
13 hills!
All who listen will hear what's wrong.
All will declare, Be Peace! Be Peace!
Divine eyes and a fresh green beast;
Do not cage her for the thrills!
Do not close your eyes, keep 'em wide.
For she will cleanse all with her tide,
Her white hands absolving
14 our kills.



1Teemed: 1.) to abound or swarm; be prolific or fertile.  2.) to be or become pregnant; bring forth young.
2Fiends: 1.) a person or thing that causes mischief or annoyance.  2.) a person who is extremely addicted to some pernicious habit.
3Displaced: 1.) lacking a home, country, etc. 2.) moved or put out of the usual or proper place. 
4Does: a plural of doe. 
5Puissant: Powerful; mighty; potent. 
6Déjà vu: 1.) the illusion of having previousy experienced something actually being encountered for the first time.  2.) disagreeable familiarity or sameness. 
7Zombies: 1.) the body of a dead person given the semblance of life, but mute and will-less, by a supernatural force,usually for some evil purpose.  2.)  a person whose behavior or responses are wooden, listless or seemingly rote; automaton. 
8Lackluster:  1.) lacking brilliance or radiance; dull.  2.) lacking liveliness, vitality, spirit or enthusiasm. 
9Sheik: 1.) the patriarch of a tribe or family; chief.  2.) a man held to be masterful and irresistibly charming to women. 
10Antietam’s Creek:  Creek that was the focal point of the Battle of Antietam during the American Civil War.  The Battle of Antietam was the bloodiest single-day battle in American history. 
11Epiphany:  1.) an appearance or manifestation, especially of a deity.  2.)  A sudden, intuitive perception of or an insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely or common place occurrence or experience.  3.) a lieterary work or section of work presenting, usually symbolically, such a moment of revelation or insight. 
12Transcend:  1.) to rise above or go beyond; overpass; exceed. 2.) to outdo or exceed in excellence, elevation, extent, degree, etc.; surpass;excel. 
13Boned: fertilized with bone. 
14Absolve (-solving): 1.) to free from guilt or blame or their consequences.  2.) to set free or release, as from some duty, obligation or responsibility. 3.) to grant pardon for.

Monday, May 7, 2012

Silent Words

The beat drives my heart
as my soul is wracked with pain.
Each hint of pity and sneers, echo
in a bloody chamber driving me insane.
Rip me from crown to toe,
the teases, giggles and taunts unheard.
Inside I'll hold tight, my pain won't show.
I know what you think you see.
I hear what you think I couldn't.
You don't know what it is to be me.
Your heartless thoughts.....Shouldn't
be.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

To Hug a Bear


Twas that frightful night,

Twas all alone,

The wind was howling,

The moon shone.

She came running, wild.

Wheat hair did flow.

Stars twinkled in blue

Eyes that fear did know.

Her hammering heart was

Ready to burst.

The wild bear behind her

Sought blood for thirst.

As she tripped and fell,

She heard a fierce growl.

She steeled her heart for death,

Was ready for foul.

But to her surprise another

Bear did appear.

He fought so valiantly,

She had to cheer.

As the first bear did

Sink to death,

She suddenly realized

What she was left with.

She jumped, ready to spring

But tripped by her feet.

The bear was upon her

And their eyes did meet.

The kindness she saw

Confused her so.

He nuzzled at her hand,

Her eyes like a doe.

She reached out playfully and

Poked his nose.

A hearty growl shook the ground,

echoing through her toes.

A giggle escaped her lips,

Floated like stars.

The moon reflected

Wary as Mars.

Were they friends,

Bear and doe?

Or just wild?

Only they know.


My friend asked me to write a poem for him and this is what I came up with. It was fun. =) ~T