poetry

Recently, I have been dabbling in some poetry. Sorry. It isn't really that funny, but some of them are kind of fun. Tell me what you think.

(this one I wrote for a class. it is modeled after the Langston Hughes poem, The Negro Speaks of Rivers)

The Man Talks of Skies

I’ve seen skies.
I have seen every shade of the color spectrum presented by the skies.

My eyes shine brightly as the stars twinkle.

I’ve seen skies filled with stars newly
born with human potential.
I dwelt in caves with blues skies
loaming over head.
I hunted in the jungles with an orange sky
silhouetting my prey.
I planted crops with a yellow sky
lighting my fields.
I erected wonders that my predecessors
will visit under cloudy skies.
I explored the seas to find lands
inhabited with peoples living under grey skies.
I built metal towers that
rise into a blurry night sky.
I concocted substances that cure sickly people in shelters
protecting them from the green sky.
I raced to go beyond the sky,
finding an ever present night.

I have seen skies.
I have seen skies of every color.

My eyes shine brightly as the stars twinkle.

His Name Apparent

He came with nothing but a future,
that one who’s so tiny and still.
He tied his parents together like a suture,
that one who’s so tiny and still.
He is a round, cubby, little ball,
that one who’s so tiny and still.
He has an audience in a line waiting down the entire hall,
that one who’s so tiny and still.
He is indeed pleasing to look at,
that one who’s so tiny and still.
He couldn’t possibly grow to be a brat,
that one who’s so tiny and still.
He is peacefully sleeping,
that one who’s so tiny and still.
He has left everyone weeping,
that one who’s so tiny and still


Stuck

Marvin Middleton was a mundane man.
His days were always the same.
He would wake at eight to fixed breakfast and hastily devour it.
He would then take a cold showered, and leave for work.
He would arrive, everyday, promptly at nine.
He would sit at his desk and methodically fill-out and file necessary papers.
He would take a break for lunch to eat a peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich.
He would return to his desk to continue his tasks.
He would clock out at precisely at five and head home.
He would bring in the daily newspaper and read it until seven.
He would then make his dinner and eat it while watching TV.
He would turn off the TV after the eleven o’clock news and saunter into bed.
Marvin Middleton has lived the way for seven whole years.
His schedule never faltered.
His weekends were even the same.
Marvin Middleton was a mundane man,

Lucy Lenard lived like a lion.
She
roamed
about
carefree, happy, in control.
She was an artist.
She woke up

naturally
she never set her alarm.


Lucy Lenard lived luxuriously.

She was rich.
She was a great artist.
She was
Paid
a lofty sum
OVER a

Million dollars
For a painting depicting a mouse chasing a cat

Lucy Lenard Loved Look at people.
She traveled
to
Public
Places
to
sketch drawings
of these Populated scenes
in hopes of capturing an extraordinary
Moment
.

On one particular occasion, Lucy Lenard took a trip to the mall
She left
her house at five twelve in the evening
Shewasstuckintraffic.
She
noticed
a man in a
square car
next to her.

Marvin Middleton found himself staring at a woman in the car next to his.
He was staring at her frizzy hair and bright yellow headband.
He was listening to classical music.

Lucy Lenard rolled
down her window
and
the man then rolled his down.

Lucy Lenard
SPOKE
To
Marvin Middleton.

And
SHE
has not been the same since.



Star Gazing Through a Telescope (i wrote this for a class too)

You can only see
into a tiny circle of clarity.
You stare into deep space,
looking at just a fraction of the universe’s face
Only when you retract your eye,
you see the entire sky.
You look at one spot,
just a dot,
of the entire lot.
What does this focus cost?
Have you lost?
Are your perceptions covered in frost?
Distorted?
Askew?
Contorted?
Untrue?
Who Knows?
The coordinates are yours to choose,
They might even give you clues.
You might just learn how the universe works.
You may uncover some of its subtle quirks


Poker

Poker is a game of luck.
If you have any, you can make a buck.
Beware of this game.
Its addiction can put you to shame
Anyone can play poker
The serious or the joker
The best know when to bluff
Reading them is often though.
Bluffing is a high risk maneuver
That can leave you designated as the looser.
Bluff during the game
No one will blame.
Bluff after the game retire
You are just a liar.
The losers often grumble
About how often their cards did jumble.
For only if you have won,
This game seems a lot of fun.


Thunderstorm

There is drought.
The weatherman predicts a storm.
It hits like a heavyweight champion.
Hurry,
run for shelter.
Lightening strikes,
Children cry.
Don’t be afraid,
It will be alright.
Look,
there is a rainbow.
Now, new crops will grow.