Poems


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The cannibal ones are at the bottom... didn't want to scare anyone away.

‘Thoughts of Summer’

there’s a place in my heart for
late summer evenings
spent gathered ‘round fires
smiles brighter than flames

these are the memories of
air charged with friendships
crackling and dancing
like shape-shifting dreams

fireside laughter
ascending like sparks
we are one with the stars

-Spring 2013


Immortal youth,
running and reckless,
over rocky shores.

-Summer 2012

Inner Beasts


In everyone there is a beast trying to get out.
Like poison;
Paralyzing inner spirit,
it attacks: A roaring, clawing, manticore,
composed of lies and anger and pain.
I tried to tame it by myself.
But the only one I was fooling was me.


-Summer 2012



A Moment of Remembrance


The clock strikes eleven times:

Once for the young men and women who've gone overseas,
Twice for the ones who have yet to leave.
Three times for the soldiers in line of duty,
Four times for those who've brought peace to the needy.
Five for the nurses who've worked without rest,
For the numerous lives they have surely blessed.
Six times for all who've encouraged from home,
Seven for the names that will never be known.
Eight times it strikes for those wounded in action,
On battlefields black scarred with trees charred ashen.
Nine for the families who've lost loved ones dear,
May their presence forever be near.
Ten times for all who selflessly gave up their lives,
Eleven for those who made the ultimate sacrifice.

‘Though it’s only a moment, one day in November,
In our hearts, all year ‘round, may we always remember.

-Fall 2009


A Busy Street After Rainfall



A busy street after rainfall:
Cars creating mist as they rumble through puddles.
Busy pople oblivious to all that surrounds them,
Focussed on work, traffic and their impatience.
The city: a whirl of shouting, honking, rushing, and anger.

A lone raindrop on an office window,
Struggling to remain rooted,
Drooping with the weight of its burden.
Agonizingly, it begins to
                                                drip
                                                                down
                                                                                the window pane
until it reaches the sill.
There it finally stops and clings.

Seconds, so precious to some,
Wished away by the impatient ones.
Traffic         jerks                to            a              halt.
With a final gasp, the raindrop lets go.
A small splash on wet pavement.
Un-noticed by the busy street after rainfall.

-Summer 2010

To a Butterfly

Flitting shadow on the windowpane
Soaking up the rays of sun.
Spread your wings, laugh for joy,
Springs's surprise has just begun.

-Fall 2010

Vision Obscured 

Shame is like a red hot curtain
It wears like a heavy cloak
And with it life’s a sweltering summer
I long for winter’s white.

-Summer 2012

One Last Rose

White petals,
like softly falling snow,
shroud summer's blossoming dreams.

-Summer 2012

A Day at the Beach

It takes a long stuffy ride in a crowded car to get to the beach.
It’s crowded and uncomfortable with plenty of complaints each.
Finally we’ve arrived but we have to find a place
To park the car- please just pull in there for heaven’s sake!
It’s sure no fun to be eating outside on a sticky hot day,
When you have to spend your time keeping bugs and gulls away.
Sand gets into everything- bathing suits to lunch!
All I hear and all I feel is CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH!
Sun burns from staying out too long in the sun,
Sure don’t make for having all that much time for fun.
But as the evening brings the tide, soaking all in reach,
I realize that I’ll take it all for a day at the beach.

-Summer 2008


Cannibal Time

Come to Cannibal Island 

Come to Cannibal Island,
A place to eat or run.
Where cannibals dominate,
They act like they’re primates,
And eating people is fun!

Come to Cannibal Island,
A place to eat or run.
Where people are burning,
And screams are blood-curdling,
While roasting out under the sun.

Come to Cannibal Island,
A place to eat or run.
Where people use knives,
To take away lives,
Your life may come undone.

Come to Cannibal Island,
A place to eat or run.
Where people will love you,
‘Cause you’re good to chew,
I’m sure they would like you to come!

-Fall 2008
                     

Feasting Time 

Feasting time has come again,
On Cannibal Island, time has been,
Spent to prepare a massive meal-
Good enough to make you squeal.

Of humans we will feast upon,
The line of food goes on and on.
Our dead are dead- but not yet gone!
As they are eaten, we sing this song:

“To die for, to die for,
Our meals are to die for.
Just take a knife,
And end a life,
Our friends live no more.”

Juicy eyeballs are slurped down.
Munching is heard around the town,
As friends and family are eaten up,
On their corpses we love to sup.

The feast goes on for days to come,
‘Till the rest of them have run.
But as they leave, we give a cheer:
“See your flesh again next year!”

-Winter 2009


3 comments:

  1. I thoroughly enjoyed your work, Emma...

    Was it pink or purple that was your favorite color?

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  2. Thank you! :)
    Pink was my favourite... now I can't decide.

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  3. The Cannibal was my favorite, now I will just savor it.
    -Z

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