Two Faces of My Poems

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The greatest accomplishment of my life.

Raindrops

When raindrops happily plunge from heavy clouds,

They whistle with glee as they plummet to Earth.

For it is their play time,

Together with gravity they fashion their fun.

 

Roofs are the raindrop’s roller coasters, starting at the peak.

They slide,

The wind gently passing by,

In a continuous glide.

With curiosity they try squeezing through windows of houses.

They seek to explore,

What it's like to be in, from out-of-doors.

Umbrellas are their trampolines,

They bounce and flip and soar this way and that.

 

For green to rise on Earth,

They dance through the soil and kiss the roots of plants.
They bolt down mountains,

Pushing rivers to great speeds.

 

When play time is over,

They are ready to ascend,

And they vanish into the air,

Waiting for this moment to return.

As they melt into the sky,

Glowing colours shine with a touch of the sun.

The whole city, bright in the magical glow.

 

Their rainbow forms a radiant smile,

For the people living their lives with sad frowns.
 

No More Tears to Cry

More than a month ago.

On a cold day like today.

And yet, I remember it like it was yesterday

In the day of the Titanic and before the days of hope

Came the disastrous ferry accident.

 

People say we must be hurt for us to grow

We must fall in order to know

We must lose in order to gain and sometimes

We must be broken so we can be whole again.

 

But this is nothing like what we say or imagine.

Not just love

But more than love.

As a family

We fight and scream and do all sorts of stupid things

But we know love.

 

But when you see the grieving families

And when you feel the hopeless families

As they rush to the sea

Only to see a capsized ship,

Tears run down your cheeks

Until there are no tears to cry.

Spring

White and pink

The blossoms unfold.

Their scent drifting like coloured mist.

The green will never be so green again

So pure and natural,

The first lilies of March

Defining Life

Life is the sum of experiences

That we encounter as we plod through

Day-to-day struggles.

Yet, triumphs swirl our lives

Like ascending birds

High above the landscape.

When we encounter a challenge

We have freedom to react.

Every decision that we make

Leads us down a different road-

Changes us in ways that we do know

We will never revisit the exact, same crossroads.

Every decision that we make has significance:

The tiniest choices reverberate throughout the entire universe

The tiniest choices draw the lines of our road of life.

 

Mistakes

Two destinies diverge into the dark

Nothing to be seen or predicted

Gone all this way only to find a dilemma,

I step back and look behind as far as I can

Into the past, I look

Only to find the foolish mistakes fracturing my future.

I look back, hopeless

With an urge that cannot be cured

 

 

Behind Enemy Lines

Behind Enemy Lines

Behind the enemy lines

For what seems like an eternity

Away from hope, light, and dreams

I see myself playing in the snow

Placing a carrot on the snowman’s head

Laughing

Making snow angels

I see myself across the frozen pond

With an ice cream

As round as my face

I see myself with a family

I see myself with hope, light, and

What seems like a dream.

But I am behind the enemy lines

And there are no snowmen here

Only cold sentinels

And angels are only in heaven.

There is no ice cream in our rations,

And here,

Behind enemy lines,

Family is a dream.

 

The Poems

THE LOTTERY

So much eagerness

Wrapped in

 

a small, shiny

ticket

 

glazed with value

and dreams

 

of money

and more money

that will never reach one’s hand

 

THIS IS JUST TO SAY

                                                       

Far up,

I have found the delectable cookies

Hidden on the top shelf

Hidden in plain sight

 

And which

You were probably

Saving

For lunch

 

I am sorry

Sincerely

But I am fat

After all

WAKNUK’S DILEMMA: DEALING WITH DEVIATION

The society of Waknuk has rebuilt itself following decades of struggle and devastation. The people have, however, only a dim memory of the Tribulation, a time during which mankind had to pay for its sins. Although this conflict happened a long time ago, the living world outside the small community is dangerous and wild due to the fall of the Old People. Thus, whenever any evidence of contamination is found within Waknuk, the inhabitants immediately eliminate the offending plant, animal, or...... person. We know that there must be laws and rules for our society to develop into a pure and safe environment. We also reorganized that the Norm is the will of God and the devil is the father of deviation. This means that any living things- plants, animals, or man- must be destroyed as soon as they are discovered to be a deviant. Joseph Strorm, considered by many inhabitants of Waknuk to be a leader in the vigorous pursuit of deviations, argues that mutants “group up to breed, and breeding speed pollution until all around us there would be mutants and abominations. In fact, Strorm so strongly believes this. He is currently pursuing his own children and will capture them dead or alive. However, there are others, including Axel Jones and Rosalind Morton Sr., who favour merry. “The deviants are gone now.” Jones said, “Why not let them be? They can do no harm anymore.” We hope our society becomes well organized and pure; deviations are simply too dangerous to Waknuk to be ignored or set free. As long as deviation exists, no matter what form, it is a problem. We must know that for the good for all, killing the mutant I necessary, no matter how painful or unfair it might seem.

OBITUARIES

LOCAL MAN FALLS IN LINE OF DUTY

Saul Morris, aged 38, was murdered on Monday, March 26, 2075 in the forest on the east side of Waknuk. He was shot with an arrow through the neck. His death is a tragedy, particularly for his wife, Ester, and his two sons, Joshua and Matthew. It is also a tragedy for the district, as he was such a pure and successful man. He always fought courageously against Deviations in order to make our crops and livestock more pure and well organized. He practiced his religion beliefs as a deacon in the church and carried them out day by day in his personal life. He was truly a pillar of strength against the evil side of the devil which would seek to come back to destroy the purity of Waknuk. If he were alive this day, he would have said, “Thanks for everything and I love you.” Yet he did not get to say these words, for it was such a sudden death that nobody could have predicted it and we know that it was the mutants with their telepathy that caused his death. Let it not be vain: justice must always be served, but according to God’s mercy and will.

 

A LONG AND FRUITFUL LIFE ENDS

Adam Harold Bell (age 82) passed away Sunday night of natural causes, April 2, 2076 at his home surrounded by his family. Born February 28, 1994 in Waknuk. He was the son of Abigail Bell. Adam was a brave and tough man and the owner and operator of Mr. Nodeviation in Waknuk for more than 50 years. He enjoyed praying to God for a good future and also loved gardening and looking for more blasphemies in order to form a strong barrier against the deviations threatening Waknuk’s agricultural base. In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the inspector’s office.

 

THE SAD CONSEQUENCES OF MUTATION

Katherine Strong (2039- 2056) was a beloved individual that was unfortunately caught up in the battle against deviations. Certainly, she was a mutant; a telepathic person to be exact, and even the smallest difference is considered a violation of the Norms. However, in all regions around, one can notice that there are differences, and every district and group has a different view of the definition of the pure man. Her death seems sad and yet she lost her life in the pursuit of purity and the vigilance against all deviation, large or small.  She leaves her parents, Bob and Kathy Strong, grandparents, George and Elsie Worth, and countless friends. She will be missed.

Before God Sent Tribulation

This was a time (p.29)

A placid period (p.29)

Before God sent Tribulation (p.5)

A bit of a world (p.5)

The wonderful world (p. 5)

Just as a spell (p.29)

Carts running with no horses (p.5)

Dreams were funny things (p.5)

This was a time (p.5)

God is man (p.18)

Father of deviation (p.18)

An active cycle (p.29)

Once upon a time (p.5)

The will of god (p.18)

The ways of the world (p.14)

No accounting for them (p.5)

Very puzzling (p.14)

Too wonderful to be true (p.24)

 

Romeo and Juliet: Possible Themes (exploring english)

1. Passion should never be allowed to overcome reason. Love can be dangerous because it inflames passion.

2. True love is about more than just appearances. It requires devotion between two lovers.

3. Often, the relationships between adults and young people are characterized by mistrust, a lack of understanding, and rebellion.

4. Allowing unnecessary conflict to linger can be harmful to everyone involved.

5. Adults must take responsibility, same as role models to youth, and pay attention to young people. Otherwise young people face misfortune.

The Marriage Is Today, My Lady!

Mistress! Mistress!
Madam! Madam!
Wake you up, I must
Don't look at me in disgust!
You're already dressed in your clothes, I see.
But you're still asleep?
Okay, you take your beauty sleep
'cause not much rest, you'll get
tomorrow night.
Oh love,
So sweet and so nice
Lady! Lady! Lady!
I must wake you up!
It's your wedding day
Today!

Oh no! Oh no!
My lady is dead!
My lady! My lady!
Oh, what a sad day!

Fond In Love With Thee (Juliet's perspective)

I know you love me
You love me, I know
And I know I love you
And you do I love
But this love is a duel
Thy name which is my enemy
Thy name which is a Montague
But a name
What's in a name?
Thy name will not change
Who you already are
Today

I know you love me
You love me, I know
And I know I love you
And you do I love
By which true love is
Truth and honesty
I don't know if this is true love
But I,
But I love thee
I am fond in love
with thee

Lost

I thought the bright side of me had been blown away, as the black covered everything I viewed from the hallway to the office.  I was scared; scared from loss of hope and desires. What was left of me if I opened up my day to see nothing but darkness throughout each day?  There was nothing to be touched in my mind and there was nothing to be felt in my thoughts.  Everything seemed dead.  Darkness conquered my true humanity and destroyed what there was for me.  All the things I loved and knew seemed to have withered away, as I gradually shut my eyes.