Springtime Song

                                       Birds sing, high in the branches

                                        Warmed by the afternoon sun

                                         Grass is fur on the hill's back

                                                Winter has melted

                                          An ice cube left in the sun

                                            Flowers push their way 

                                             Up through the earth

                                   Made softer by the melted snow

                                  Gentle breezes kiss the branches

                                  Swaying in a mesmerizing dance, 

                                              They sing together

                              In every sound is the promise of spring

                                                And within that, 

                                        The promise of summer

                                         Many sun-kissed days

                                       And short, burning nights

                                   Filled with flowery starbursts

                                          And trees mantled

                                           In emerald green

My love is out there, somewhere

First, I am going to put on my best rags

and set out to seek for her

I am going to ponder day and night

To look for the wicked one

who stole my weak, tainted

Heart

And purified it with a

Soft and gentle touch

And then I shall reward

By layin a kiss on thy lips

And thee I shall conquer and

Set my heart free

Or if to fail

Starve my naked heart

Till the last beat and pump

from vein to vein

Atery to atery

Till they are dryed up and

My heart gives the last stroke

And finally,then  I shall lay down

On the clean, vast grass

And rest in peace

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A rainbow of greens

Another of violets

A wonderous view

Just like a pilot's

 

Boxes of colors

They are so bright

A literal rainbow

That gives me delight

 

With this package comes a wonderful smell

Different aromas,

Put me under a spell

Ahhh!

 

This whole package,

Makes ton of smiles

See you next time

It'll jus be a while

                                    

 

                                                  ''Who Are You''

 

              I am the sun across one sky,

              I am the graffitti with one eye.

             

 

             I am the fire of love and the love

             of a fire , I am the sky with blue eyes.

 

 

            I am the tri-state area,with the building

           looking like the one in time square.

 

 

            I am the sanitation guy the one that cleans

            up the streets with one eye.

 

            I am the scene of the stars . I look at the earth all

            the way from Mars.

         

 

                                                 How I Hate Spinach

 

My mother set it down

right in front of me.

A pile of big green goo,

the smell of it made me rech

My head stearted to feel all woozy.

I shook my head, to regain my focus,

and watched in horror

as my parents ate it by the forkful.

It's slimy

It's green

It's wet

It's wilted

It's gross

It's toxic

It's worse than nitro-glycerine

I had to eat it

or else I couldn't have dessert.

I slowly lifted a leaf into my mouth.

Just then,

my nose might have stopped working

my taste buds probably exploded.

It slid down my throat

all slimy and wet

And dropped

with a plop

Straight down to my stomach

My insides shriveled

My poor stomach curdled,

this was by far

the most disgusting on earth.

Leaf by leaf,

Leaf by leaf,

I slowly chewed and swallowed

As I finished, 

I envisioned  a great, moist slab of chocolate cake

With a buttercream icing(we had some, of course)

And I waited, practically drooling

My Mom walked in,

and I sucked in my breath in anticipation

When I saw

she had brought out...

A  BANANA.

 

                                 White light flows above my head

                                          Silently without a peep

                                    I listen to the sounds in the room

                      Paper crumbling making that scratchy noise which I hate

   People sweating so much I can almost hear the sweat drip down from their head

                                         I see a bottle of water

Drops of water leak down the bottle making a circle around the cup

                      The water is cold staring at me in a hot and stuffy room

   I can almost taste the strawberries and the watery kiwi that I wish I had right then

                  I smell the sent of paper as the pencil makes a chalky noise

                      Colors vibrate across the room in every direction

                                                 I’m lost in my mind

                      

                      

                      

Some days,

Feel like Artichoke hearts

An untouchable day

A day I don't want to get into

Other days feel like,

Yummy apple pie

I want to jump right in

Some days

Like rainy,

wet days

Are sour apples

The sour mood kicks in

Grumpy mood

Those sunny days

Make me jump

Jump for ice cream

I wish everyday

Was an ice cream day

 

I feel the cold stare on my face

stopping my heart,

turning it to ice,

incapable of loving.

I'm trapped in its power,

pulling me towards the key,

the key to the universe

chasing me.

Sucking out the sweetness,

replacing it with evil,

wanting me in its control

Pulling me to the key,

unlocking the galaxy.

I am pure evil,

so is he-

the cold monster of the galaxy.

My voice is just a whisper

as I wake up from my dream.

 OJ #4: Use your imagination to describe a place you imagine or a place you have briefly been

Turn one OJ into a poem

 

                                           The salty air will engulf the land,

                                            with the clear scent of Summer.

                           The gentle sea breezes will run through the beach,

                                            salty and sweet and refreshing.

                                      The smooth, white sand will be dotted

                                with tiny seashells, washed onto the shores

                                                        by raging waves,

                                             thrashing and fuming, beating 

                                                              the sand.

 

                                           The ocean and the sky merge

                                    creating a never-ending, limitless surface.

                          The deep, royal blue and the pure, light blue merge

                                                   in a dull, gray line.

                                    The sky is a highway for seagulls,

                                      cawing and swooping happily.

 

                          The seaside cottages will be a weathered gray,

                   and surrounded by white sand, and lush, green sea grasses.

                                    The beaches will be dotted with people;

                                     colorful towels and wide umbrellas

                           to shelter the vacationers from the scorching sun.

 

                                  And after 10:00 when the sun sets,

                                        stars will glisten in the sky,

                              and the crashing of the waves will lull you 

                                                to a deep slumber.

 

                       

                       

 

 

                                         Some  Days

                          Some days are short

                          Some days are long

                            Some were okay

                       But some went all wrong 

 

                      Some just kept going

                      On and on

                        Like a screeching cat

                        Or a badly written song

                       

                        Sometimes days

                      flow into another

                       but you don't notice anything

                         not your sister or your brother

 

                           Some days change

                           Sometimes for good

                         Even if you don't like them

                          Trust me,you should