I have a book that is secretive
It holds all my thoughts, dreams and wishes, but nothing
about orphans.
One night while writing in my book, I was horrified to hear
wheels come down my road at 10pm
The sky was full of darkness, and there was snow on the ground
I shut off the light and the word infants come to mind
The word in my mind was random and somehow rusty
Then there was a knock on the door. I was sure it was a creepy
stranger, so I locked the door
Adrenaline filled my body, and I began to beg that nothing
would happen
I began to wish that we would be safe, then I thought about my
little sister and then my eyes began to water as if they were
filled with smoke.
Then the thought of assignments come to mind, and that
unleashed a storm of random thoughts galloping in my mind.
Eventually he went away and I want to sleep.
--Mary DeCandia
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Process Poem
A cloaked figure on a horse with danger galloping about him
wolves on a foggy day, darting through the smoke a needle
through cloth
dogs going from home to home, begging for food and shelter,
an arrow shot by a stranger, piercing a wood fowl's chest,
rusty in their ways of greeting, these hunters, these greedy
creatures.
Mothers retreating from fire, clutching small infants to them.
Cat loners yowling in the night, leaving feline footprints in the
snow
from having fun and swimming to clinging to a wheel to not
drown in the storm.
know this: injustice is known to orphans
and trying to right it, is worse than seeking a book in a
non- existing library of words.
--Rachael Marie Cheff |
I read about pickles in a book,
it also included snow & orphans.
Oranges are round like wheels.
Some places it snows by the ocean.
Every so often, you'll hear people saying weird infancies.
San Diego is not home to the rusty Golden Gate Bridge.
In winter, a stranger passes you on the sidewalk,
This character will not beg for a home like a puppy.
As the interesting smoke-covered sky does not glow
you may feel like a prisoner in the fire as you cannot gallop
away.
--Allison Stiner-Ployhar |
Going inside a light-bulb is like
traveling to the sun.
Being the sun.
Being your own sun.
Falling asleep at the flick of a
Switch.
Waking up only when I am needed.
My glowing embers leading the way.
If it is for fun, or helping someone
At hand.
I am always holding the sun in
my hands.
--Paul Wrobel
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The Shortest Story Ever
My story-
I write it everyday
It's a novel,
And it's still running.
I write it everyday
pages undying
And still it's running,
ripping through time like vapor.
Pages undying,
That story, I hope will make a difference
Ripping through time like vapor…
It's a short time we have.
That story, I hope, will make a difference.
People think the speed of light is faster than ever, I say no
It's a short time we have
Life is faster than all time.
People think the speed of light is faster than ever, I say no
Space goes on all in it's own.
Life is faster than all time.
It doesn't drive for very long.
Space goes on all it's own
We still stand like blazing stars.
We don't drive for very long.
Before it vaporizes.
We still stand like blazing stars.
And I still write my story everyday, quick!
Before it vaporizes
It's the story of my life.
--Jessie Kimmel |
SESTINA
I like to untangle knots.
So I said no to a pear.
It was great
But I had to go to a sale
But I had nothing to wear.
So I hid in a whale.
I lived in the belly of a whale.
And I started to untangle my knot.
But I still had nothing to wear.
So I put on a pear
And I went to that sale
It was great.
I bought a grader
And grated a whale.
Then I went for a sail
I ate the whale in a knot.
With a side of pears
But where.
I know where.
Isn't it great
I ate two pears
And 100 billion whales
Not
I just went to a sale.
At the sale
I bought some clothes to wear
But it was in a knot.
But it fit great.
And I rode into space on a whale
Eating a pear.
--Najla Swanson
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The world belongs to the thought of
mankind for the constellations give you
your brain and makes you think of what
is out there.
Is there a god?
Could he be an idol
or a general in some kind of war watching over
earth to keep a planet from the
enemy and to keep mankind alive and keep us
from harm.
So they can use us in some way
to there advantage.
--Nick Stroh |
There are two galloping cows outside the window.
We had smoked bananas for dinner.
I had to beg for my pencil as
the stranger plotted against me.
In my gloves, there is rust.
I remember the crying infants
and the blooming rose in the snow.
The mood I was in, when behind the wheel, was bad.
I viewed the orphans
that resembled books.
--Teri Tritz
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Sestina
I am not
a pear.
I am not grateful.
You are too.
I do not wail!
And there is nothing for sale!!
Those aren't for sale,
they are not.
Stop wailing,
I will sell you a pear
or maybe two
What do I do now.
Ohh great.
great!!
I lost a sale,
now I have lost two.
You are not.
I want a pair,
give it to me or I will hunt you like a whale.
Whale!!
Great,
I found a pair,
I will put them on sale.
You will not.
I will too.
Do you have any twos?
No do you have any whales?
I do not.
Great!!
Sale no sail.
Can I have a pear?
--Tyler Leetch |
Q&A POEM
(answerer did not know the question)
Why do stars shine only at night?
Because I love you, and that's enough.
Who is the man on the moon?
Two minutes past noon.
What happens to your dreams when you wake up?
I would die for you.
Why is it possible for birds to fly and not us?
Last night.
When do people know what their future looks like?
I don't actually know.
How does the sky turn pink at sunset?
Its all over.
When you tell people to have a good day is it an order?
Everyone is dead.
Why would any other rose smell as sweet?
Yes, yes I do.
Where does the shimmer go on the sun when it sets?
No, actually, I don't.
Why is the sky blue?
Someone very special.
Where does a dog's bark come from?
I would take a bullet for you.
When do fish know its time to sleep?
I would build a universe for you.
How many stitches are in my sweat shirt?
His name is Rob.
Why is pink called pink?
The weather outside is frightful.
Why don't you want to go outside?
But the fire is so delightful.
What is it like to be your own best friend?
Flower's best friend is the sun.
What do they look like?
He is SO FINE!
When is it time?
One more hour.
What is a mother's gift to her child?
It sings a lullaby.
What did you hear on Christmas eve?
He said ho ho ho, Merry Christmas.
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-Hannah Cook & Monica Dierken |
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