Thursday, May 26, 2011

Daddy's Day

Her hair up in a ponytail, her favorite dress tied with a bow

Today was Daddy’s Day at school, and she couldn’t wait to go

But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home

Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone

But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say

What to tell her classmates, on this Daddy’s Day

But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone

And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home

But the little girl went to school, eager to tell them all

About a dad she never sees, a dad who never calls

There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet

Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called, a student from the class

To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed

At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare

Each of them were searching, for a man that wasn’t there

“Where’s her daddy at?” She heard a boy call out

“She probably doesn’t have one.” Another student dared to shout

And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say

“Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day.”

The words did not offend her, as she smiled at her friends

And looked back at her teacher, who told her to begin

And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak

And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique

“My Daddy couldn’t be here, because he lives so far away

But I know he wishes he could be, with me on this day

And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know

All about my daddy, and how much he loves me so

He loved to tell me stories, he taught me to ride my bike

He surprised me with pink roses, and he taught me to fly a kite

We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone

And though you cannot see him, I’m not standing all alone

‘Cause my daddy’s always with me, even though we are apart

I know because he told me, he’ll forever be here in my heart”

With that her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest

Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress

And from somewhere in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears

Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years

For she stood up for the love, of a man not in her life

Doing what was best for her, doing what was right

And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd

She finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud

“I love my daddy very much, he’s my shining star

And if he could he’d be here, but heavens just too far

But sometimes when I close my eyes, it’s like he never went away”

And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day

And to her mother’s amazement, she witnessed with surprise

A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes

Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside

Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side

“I know you’re with me daddy.” To the silence she called out

And what happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt

Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed

But there placed on her desktop, was a beautiful fragrant pink rose

And a child was blessed, if only a moment, by the love of her shining bright star

And given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Drift Away (based off The Eagle)

My feet sink into the yellow gems sparkling in the floor.
I feel the same way I always have before.
Always drifting outward, being in this world no more.

Of course, you see, it is only the under tow.
But it doesn’t bother me, and I choose to flow.
Goodbye land and ocean, hello.

Monday, May 9, 2011

"ABC" Never Say Can't



Any Body Can Doubt.
Everybody Fails.
Get Happy,
In Joyful Kindness; Like
Mother Nature Openly Praising,
Quietly Restoring Serenity To
Understanding, Very Weary Xenophobic
Young Zoologists

Sunday, May 8, 2011

"The Eagle" imitation

He sticks his long tongue into your skin.
tweaking his wings against your skin,
I give him a little time to begin.

I know my blood is something he is needing;
but it really is a horrible feeling,
So right as he starts kneeling,
i squash him.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Imitation Poem


In and out, you're massive body weaves
Through the water, you give me hope and my heart cleaves
To you like glue, and I begin to believe.

People look at you with dire,
But I can't help it, I admire,
You inspire.

Visual Sensory Poem

"The Utility Room Of Shame!" by Robert Kallend

In the room by myself I sit,
Alone and friendless, as if in a bottomless pit.
The darkness around me taking much of the air,
As I contemplate life, my endless despair.
No sighs but of my breathing, no tears but of my shedding,
Oh, how for morning. That time. I'm dreading.
What I have done was then so easy,
Now in my head it spins so dizzy.

I look around and can feel my humility,
Seeping about me in this room of utility.
The churning of the washing machine, the fluorescent light that flickers,
That noise, that constant noise. At me the room, it snickers.
Grasping the sink as a final resort,
I swirl, I sway as I cling for support.
Clasping the tap in brutal force,
Out comes the water, that liquid blue source.

Drowning my head to ease the sorrow,
I hope to forgive myself as today becomes tomorrow.
Lying on the floor I begin to regress,
The pain, this feeling, known simply as stress.
I can no longer cope and this is the end,
My mind it's broken. Not on the mend.
All because I played with fire,
Now to which I can't transpire.
The fateful thing that was once a game,
Now eating me up, in the Utility Room of Shame!

Monday, May 2, 2011

Starting New

She moved slowly,
like every part of her body was stuck
in jello, yet still
walking with an easy grace,
loping like a gazelle and
her eyes were shining like stars,
with the thought and possibility
of what was to come,
of what was right around the corner,
the new life that
was possible as she
stepped into the house and
began her dream.

Visual Sensory Poem

Meeting at Night by Robert Browning

The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!