Mid Term Break

NOT MY POEM. But I read this and I found it to be one of my favorite poems that I have read so far, even if it is different from what I normally write.
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I sat all morning in the college sick bay
Counting bells knelling classes to a close,
At two o'clock our neighbors drove me home.

In the porch I met my father crying--
He had always taken funerals in his stride--
And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow.

The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram
When I came in, and I was embarrassed
By old men standing up to shake my hand

And tell me they were "sorry for my trouble,"
Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest,
Away at school, as my mother held my hand

In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs.
At ten o'clock the ambulance arrived
With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses.

Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops
And candles soothed the bedside; I saw him
For the first time in six weeks. Paler now,

Wearing a poppy bruise on the left temple,
He lay in the four foot box as in a cot.
No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear.

A four foot box, a foot for every year.

Seamus Heaney, Death of a Naturalist

Concerning Thanksgiving and All its Environs

So this is one of my first sonnets. And it is on Thanksgiving. Do keep in mind sonnets usually have a twist at the end. Happy reading. :D
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I sit at the southern shore and look at the bounty set forth
I consider the crushed cranberries to the east
I see the vast mountain of a toasted Tom at the north
I ponder the potatoes to the west
How the gravy glows!
How the rooms aroma’s call to the sniffer!
How the eyes are called to the corn’s fence rows!
How the table delights – inciting laughter!
Hands held and intertwined from North to South
Friends and family unite in a simple prayer
Thankful for joy, on this day not one part untruth
We coat the chart in a grateful spirit, on this day not rare
Oh! Tomorrow is Black Friday
Hurry! Christmas is days away

The Hog

One of the first poems I wrote lOl. It is a one image poem. Enjoy :)
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Hogging the machine,
She sits and stays.
In Aeropostale,
She drinks slowly.

Water washes
Her throat.
Doing double nothing
For the spare tire

She carries.
Her workout
Seems senseless,
However she hogs.

She rises.
She waddles
Off. Useless water
Still tagging along

After We Could No Longer Talk

The wall is a pale peach, painted, but faint
You, back against it, say you might faint.

Under my brown leather Sketchers
There are pebbles spread like litter
They crunch under our feet as we move
Our feet shuffle with nothing to prove
The wind is cold on my bare chest
This won’t work, it suggests
Our lips meet
I feel heat
It is dry. There are few grass reeds
The only green is from weeds
We playfully explore deeper
Suddenly my heart is a geyser!

Once we were free to talk openly
Now we kiss sneakily
Once I wrote on your Facebook wall
Now we meet behind this wall
When we were free we had no clue,
Now I know there is more to me and you
Before we liked openly
Now we love quietly
A disaster meant to rip and tear
Did nothing but our souls bear

Yes, we do stand behind this wall pale and faint
That is why you are in my arms ready to faint

A Promise of Enduring Love

Up to this time this is my favorite poem.
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You say,
She said, Love
Is not immortal. It dies.
Don’t get too close lest it take your heart to Sheol too

I say, She is wrong.
I am in love with you and will stay forever thus entwined.

You say,
But now she has spoken
And I cannot stay the same
Will you leave? Will I?

Angel, you are a dove that brings peace.
Love, now I wish I could bring peace to you.

You were quiet.

I know! I will write a poem
Entitle it “Enduring Love”.

You might have smiled, I envisioned it.

No, says I, what have we endured?
Nearly a year, but no more.
Instead, I will write you a poem.
Entitle it “A Promise of Enduring Love”

You smiled.

So did I.

Listerine

A fun(ny) poem I wrote. Enjoy :)
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You said,
You taste like saliva.
I said,
Let’s change that aroma.

I pulled a strip out.
It was thin and green;
Designed to melt on the tongue.
Yet the taste was not a pleasant thing.
Strong. Over powering indeed.
But the need for some fresh was greater to heed.

I looked down
The pack was all finished up;
The last in your mouth
Causing your breath to smell cleaner than hyssop.

You twinkled,
Wanna share?
I grinned.

Something I have been wrestling with...

What is the question?

To be or not to be is not my own.

What should I do in this session?

And then I wonder what is under your crown…

A promise once promised is like cupids arrow once shot.

For it can be removed

But unless you like pain I would advise you not.

Keeping the arrow, the promise, is what it means to be loved.

We will go on.

I would not that you did anything against your will

Yet my heart did run

When you said, I will

Yet the promise does not look like it shall be kept

I feel as if cupid's arrow has been ripped