Masks

I had an poetry assignment in one of my class's the other day. About a hundred poems due and of course I blew it off until the last second. The following six or so blogs were the poems I wrote.

Finger nails
We break and crack
Softend and forgotten.
You chew and chomp.

You once took care of us,
Grooming after us like
We were a prime and prim poodle.
Now you chew and chomp
As if we were a late night snack

Is it the fear that
Makes you snip and snap?
Like we may make it all better
Like some genie in a bottle.

You've changed.
We do not understand as to why.
Your different now,
as if winter has blown out the lighter side.


The Journal
You write in me
Day in and day out.
Non stop so it may seem.

Your fears and anything
That may seem queer.
A lot of thinks are like a
darking storm in here.

But there is light within sight.
You have seemed to change.
No longer are the pages endless
babble of life being so unfair.

Your eyes are opening like a
Wolf pups first few months.
Now let us see what you can see.

Apostrophes

Failed Poems
I must apologise for
The distraught I have forsought.
I nearly forgot why I need you.
You, my failed tales, are the
One reminder I need the most.

Even though you have fallen,
Like the rain drop who leads
To feed the crop,
You still serve me in my sourest of hours.

Failed as the dozens before
And the many more to pursue,
You still give me some bliss
When I most need it after this miss.


Grog
For the sight you have given,
I have forgiven my fear.
I may feel like I am a
Bannanna about to peel
But I wish to finish.

You wonder and astound
As if I were a child.
I smile forgetting the mile to the ground.
You drive me wild
As if a chimp were around.

But all the time the hight
Gives me no such fright.
If only could keep the feeling.
That would be rather appealing.

Limericks

There once was a limerick that packed humor anatomical
Into space that is rather economical
But the better ones I have seen
Are so rarely are clean
And the clean ones so seldom are comical.

I tried to come up with a ditty
That was clever, appropriate, and still witty
But my failure was utter
Guess my mind's in the gutter
Every one I thought of was rather gitty.

There was a bather whose clothing was strewed
By winds that left her quite nude
She saw a man come along
And unless I am in the wrong
You expected this line to be rather lewd.

I want a poem that is quick
Something easy is the trick
So I think that I
Will have my first try
Maybe then I can impress some lovely chick

There once was a young man Sally knew slightly
He persisted in calling nightly
To inquire if she
Would ever be free
To come over and tie him up tightly

I once had an exceedingly fat friend of mine,
When asked at what hour he'd dine,
Replied, "At eleven,
At three, five, and seven,
And eight and a quarter past nine.

There once was a rather smelly homeless man from Nantucket
Who carried aroud a bucket
No one knew as to why
When ever they asked he gave the same reply
If I am ever in the need to go then I have some where to put it.

On the back of the barmaid in Sale
Were tatooed the prices of ale
And on her behind,
For the sake of the blind,
Was the same information in braille.

I have seen many a sight
That would give any one a fright
And to think what I've done
With the crack of a gun
Makes me glad that its nearly night.

Tanka

Evening cemetery
Only the clouds linger
Graves gone silent
Decayed roses scattered
Darkness falls and all are gone.

Carefully I tread
Trying so hard to be brave
I conceal my fear
Dark clouds hide me from their eyes
As my own eyes flood with tears.


I have heard the call
Of hopeful bliss in the wind
I move on through pain
Hopeing to find salvation
In her arms that shine with truth.

Snow dissapearing
Into cracks of endless time
There it waits until
It is drawn back to the sky
Just to be pushed down again.

Part of me will not
Follow what is told to be
My eyes open wide
I know what must be done now
I cut free from their pitiless stares.

I know what I've done
You expect all my sorrow
But the lies are done
You expect my sympathy
You'll soon see what I can do.

Fears of darkest night
Domain high above us all
Weeping and sorrow
Dark side of the moon on us
Just waiting for dawns first light.

Petals blown away
A naked rose in the dark
Thorns ablaze with hate
Yet my eyes still see clearly
The beauty of its petals.

Cinquain

Whispers
Hidding from sight.
A truth concealed from light.
Never here nor there, yet all over.
Hidden.

A smile
A flicker of joy.
A forgotten comfort.
Waiting to turn tears to roses.
Happy

Those nights
Everlasting
Light is just out of sight.
Push harder for hope is still there.
Darkness.

Minutes
Gone by without
Attention from any.
Yet there is an infinity.
Paid time.

Haiku

Love is a river
into immortallity--
winding on the bend.

Cold and empty shell
No one left to show it love--
Must wait for next light.

Dawn sounds through the air
Darkness falls on Autumns eve--
Crows echo the night.

The ones forgotten--
Guardians of the endless night
Are here still waiting.

So cold to the touch
The hand chills through flesh and bone--
No one left to care.

Snow fall softly down
Pilled high above them all--
Soon bleeds to the ground.

The call is sounded
While in this cold primal night--
The wolf in us all.

Clouds part to the sun
And the glimmering rain breaks--
A rainbow is sought.

Those who came before
Remebered forever more--
Will be sore no more.

Mother Nature's way--
Wrath unchallenged by any
Never Kept at bay.

Wind howls in anger--
Suddenly, the sun comes out
Cold and darkness leave.

True Poetry

I once read that poetry comes from tragedy and pain. That has to be some of the worst bull shit I have ever heard. Poetry comes from the heart. It comes from true unleashed passion. It doesn't matter whether that passion is hate, anger, or sorrow. It doesn't matter if it is the passion of true love. Poetry isn't suppose to depress people it's supposed to open your eyes. You don't see what it meant to the author, you see what it means to you. No one can take that passion from you. They may try over and over to blow out that flickering candle but I will certainly not let them knock me down.