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The Hatchling
The Hatchling
Tap tap tap, it began,
Rapping at the shell.
Just who would emerge,
Much too early to tell.
Months of dorment waiting,
Rebirth had now begun.
Shards began to fall away.
She reached for the sun.
Milky skin, golden hair,
Eyes of amber brown.
Stepped from her broken shell,
Began to look around.
She breathed the air excitedly,
So many things to see.
Exuberate, elated,
She’s finally broken free.
Boundless possibilities,
New world she must explore.
She spread her wings, flew away,
To her happily evermore.
Tap tap tap, it began,
Rapping at the shell.
Just who would emerge,
Much too early to tell.
Months of dorment waiting,
Rebirth had now begun.
Shards began to fall away.
She reached for the sun.
Milky skin, golden hair,
Eyes of amber brown.
Stepped from her broken shell,
Began to look around.
She breathed the air excitedly,
So many things to see.
Exuberate, elated,
She’s finally broken free.
Boundless possibilities,
New world she must explore.
She spread her wings, flew away,
To her happily evermore.
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight, my heart,
burst open wide.
Explosions of emotions,
I couldn’t hide.
Was it love or lust?
or burning desire?
Female hormones,
in a raging fire?
Have no fear.
It isn’t too risky.
Tonight this woman’s,
feeling very frisky.
Entwined in passion,
gently kiss.
Joined as one,
in lover’s bliss.
No sleep tonight,
No chance to snore.
Come hither dear,
I want some more.
Tonight, my heart,
burst open wide.
Explosions of emotions,
I couldn’t hide.
Was it love or lust?
or burning desire?
Female hormones,
in a raging fire?
Have no fear.
It isn’t too risky.
Tonight this woman’s,
feeling very frisky.
Entwined in passion,
gently kiss.
Joined as one,
in lover’s bliss.
No sleep tonight,
No chance to snore.
Come hither dear,
I want some more.
It’s The Night Before Christmas
Sorry guys! I just had to play with an old classic. I actually wrote it for a contest. The challenge was to take the classic, Twas the night before Christmas, and give it a modern rendition. Sorry I haven't been in too much lately. I have been very busy with studies, life, kids, and I am working on a new novel. I am also in the process of editing and reworking many of my poems that have been posted here, to send off to publication. I hope that you all are having a wonderful holiday season.
It’s The Night Before Christmas
and outside the store
People are running
to get through the door.
They put off their shopping,
thought they could wait.
Now Christmas is here
and they are too late.
The clerks are impatient,
they want to go home.
They don’t want to spend,
Christmas alone.
The shelves are near empty,
nothing is here.
They must be creative,
just like every year.
Mom’s always complaining
about dust in the room.
“I have an idea,
I’ll get her a broom.”
“What is this strange thing?”
as it goes in the cart.
“We’ll give it to grandma,
and we’ll call it art.”
Their baskets are filled,
checked out with care.
They rush for the door,
they’ve got to prepare.
The clerks all just snicker,
they roll their eyes.
They’re glad they don’t get,
this last minute surprise.
Complaints will come later,
they know they’ll hear it.
But just for tonight,
They enjoy Christmas spirit.
Then all to their homes,
no time for manners.
Get the children to bed,
is all that matters.
No children are nestled
all snug in their beds.
Sleep is the last thought,
inside their heads.
Cell phones, computers,
kids tearing around.
A moment of quiet,
is not to be found.
In total exhaustion,
kids fall asleep.
Counting out presents,
instead of sheep.
Santa’s rolling in laughter,
heart filled with mirth.
He loves all the madness,
This one day on Earth.
It’s The Night Before Christmas
and outside the store
People are running
to get through the door.
They put off their shopping,
thought they could wait.
Now Christmas is here
and they are too late.
The clerks are impatient,
they want to go home.
They don’t want to spend,
Christmas alone.
The shelves are near empty,
nothing is here.
They must be creative,
just like every year.
Mom’s always complaining
about dust in the room.
“I have an idea,
I’ll get her a broom.”
“What is this strange thing?”
as it goes in the cart.
“We’ll give it to grandma,
and we’ll call it art.”
Their baskets are filled,
checked out with care.
They rush for the door,
they’ve got to prepare.
The clerks all just snicker,
they roll their eyes.
They’re glad they don’t get,
this last minute surprise.
Complaints will come later,
they know they’ll hear it.
But just for tonight,
They enjoy Christmas spirit.
Then all to their homes,
no time for manners.
Get the children to bed,
is all that matters.
No children are nestled
all snug in their beds.
Sleep is the last thought,
inside their heads.
Cell phones, computers,
kids tearing around.
A moment of quiet,
is not to be found.
In total exhaustion,
kids fall asleep.
Counting out presents,
instead of sheep.
Santa’s rolling in laughter,
heart filled with mirth.
He loves all the madness,
This one day on Earth.
Indian Summer
Indian Summer
I love these glorious Indian summer days,
The last moments of the summer sun.
Through the leaves a cool breeze plays
Filled with lilting laughter of children having fun.
Butterflies reposing upon all the pretty flowers
Bring back happy memories of days of old.
From my mother tending her fragrant garden for hours
To sitting on the veranda listening to the stories my grandmother told.
The men all grabbed their fishing poles and headed to the lake.
Then we went out to the garden to gather whatever was ripe
With eager anticipation of the dinners our mothers would make
Savoring with pride our home grown food with every delicious bite.
The men never seemed to catch a thing except some new tall tales
Of the one that got away and the one they almost hooked.
As one by one they come inside each one of them inhales
And the fish are long forgotten by the food the women cooked.
With a wistful sigh I leave sweet memories to play upon the breeze
And enjoy the summer of today before the green leaves fade away
And autumn glows its golden light in the colors of the leaves
The sweet revery of summer will be back again someday.
I love these glorious Indian summer days,
The last moments of the summer sun.
Through the leaves a cool breeze plays
Filled with lilting laughter of children having fun.
Butterflies reposing upon all the pretty flowers
Bring back happy memories of days of old.
From my mother tending her fragrant garden for hours
To sitting on the veranda listening to the stories my grandmother told.
The men all grabbed their fishing poles and headed to the lake.
Then we went out to the garden to gather whatever was ripe
With eager anticipation of the dinners our mothers would make
Savoring with pride our home grown food with every delicious bite.
The men never seemed to catch a thing except some new tall tales
Of the one that got away and the one they almost hooked.
As one by one they come inside each one of them inhales
And the fish are long forgotten by the food the women cooked.
With a wistful sigh I leave sweet memories to play upon the breeze
And enjoy the summer of today before the green leaves fade away
And autumn glows its golden light in the colors of the leaves
The sweet revery of summer will be back again someday.
Spirit Walker
Spirit Walker
My brother, your circle of life has now come full turn,
And to the arms of Mother Earth your body must return.
From the day that we were born we knew that we must die,
So leave behind all sadness and let your spirit fly.
Upon the winds of sorrow, the eagle never flies.
Upon the mountains of regret, the cougar never cries.
Through the forests of sadness, the lone wolf never goes.
Through the rivers of despair, sweet water never flows.
It’s time to take your spirit walk to the Creator’s distant shore,
Just as our ancestors all walked the path before.
You lived your life with meaning and touched so many hearts.
We will always feel your spirit here even though you now must part.
My brother, your circle of life has now come full turn,
And to the arms of Mother Earth your body must return.
From the day that we were born we knew that we must die,
So leave behind all sadness and let your spirit fly.
Upon the winds of sorrow, the eagle never flies.
Upon the mountains of regret, the cougar never cries.
Through the forests of sadness, the lone wolf never goes.
Through the rivers of despair, sweet water never flows.
It’s time to take your spirit walk to the Creator’s distant shore,
Just as our ancestors all walked the path before.
You lived your life with meaning and touched so many hearts.
We will always feel your spirit here even though you now must part.
This Crooked Twist of Fate
This Crooked Twist of Fate
For years I fought to beat the odds against the hands of time,
The clock was swiftly counting down upon this life of mine.
But fate will have the final word with its crooked little smile,
By keeping me here holding onto life for yet a little while.
I always thought I’d be the first to pass on to the light,
But one by one I watch my family fade into the night.
Decades now have come and gone but still I have to wait,
To see the final outcome of this crooked twist of fate.
Soon I’ll be the last one left within my family,
And all I’ll have remaining are my loving memories.
It’s not that I’m ungrateful that death has come so late,
It’s just that I’m astounded by this crooked twist of fate.
For years I fought to beat the odds against the hands of time,
The clock was swiftly counting down upon this life of mine.
But fate will have the final word with its crooked little smile,
By keeping me here holding onto life for yet a little while.
I always thought I’d be the first to pass on to the light,
But one by one I watch my family fade into the night.
Decades now have come and gone but still I have to wait,
To see the final outcome of this crooked twist of fate.
Soon I’ll be the last one left within my family,
And all I’ll have remaining are my loving memories.
It’s not that I’m ungrateful that death has come so late,
It’s just that I’m astounded by this crooked twist of fate.
The War Within
The War Within
You fight a battle that so few can understand,
To win or lose the fight is not in human hands.
We feel our death attacking but it’s coming from inside,
No matter if you want to there’s no place to run and hide.
The world can look right at you but they will never see,
That somewhere deep inside you fight an unseen enemy.
Sometimes your own emotions are the worst thing you should fear,
But if you look around you’ll find you friends and family always near.
When the darkness closes on you look ahead you’ll see a light,
It will be us there to guide you through the darkness of the night.
There are many more who love you and we’ll be there when it’s done,
When we see you shine in laughter cause you know your war is won.
You fight a battle that so few can understand,
To win or lose the fight is not in human hands.
We feel our death attacking but it’s coming from inside,
No matter if you want to there’s no place to run and hide.
The world can look right at you but they will never see,
That somewhere deep inside you fight an unseen enemy.
Sometimes your own emotions are the worst thing you should fear,
But if you look around you’ll find you friends and family always near.
When the darkness closes on you look ahead you’ll see a light,
It will be us there to guide you through the darkness of the night.
There are many more who love you and we’ll be there when it’s done,
When we see you shine in laughter cause you know your war is won.
Innocent Lives
Innocent Lives
Children’s feelings always seem so strong,
They laugh, they play, they also fight,
So why when a parent has been wrong,
They don’t admit that they weren’t right.
Parents sometimes punish children,
For a thing they didn’t do.
Why can’t they just go tell them,
The fault is mine, it’s not on you.
A parents care should teach them love,
Not give them broken hearts,
A tender smile a gentle hug
Is the way their day should start.
A child is such a precious gift,
You must always treat them right.
Make a loving world they’ll not forget,
When you’ve passed on from this life.
Children’s feelings always seem so strong,
They laugh, they play, they also fight,
So why when a parent has been wrong,
They don’t admit that they weren’t right.
Parents sometimes punish children,
For a thing they didn’t do.
Why can’t they just go tell them,
The fault is mine, it’s not on you.
A parents care should teach them love,
Not give them broken hearts,
A tender smile a gentle hug
Is the way their day should start.
A child is such a precious gift,
You must always treat them right.
Make a loving world they’ll not forget,
When you’ve passed on from this life.
Dreams of Their Own
Dreams of Their Own
Broken hearts are hard to mend between a parent and a child.
Distance grows between them when emotions are allowed to run wild.
Hurtful feelings will only grow until one of them walks out the door.
You have reached a place of no turning back to the way that you were before.
We all have the dream for our children for a better life than we’ve known,
But the dreams that are built for our children will be different than ours when they’re grown.
The time has come that you must let go and allow them to follow their heart.
You have guided them to maturity, now it’s time for their own lives to start.
Broken hearts are hard to mend between a parent and a child.
Distance grows between them when emotions are allowed to run wild.
Hurtful feelings will only grow until one of them walks out the door.
You have reached a place of no turning back to the way that you were before.
We all have the dream for our children for a better life than we’ve known,
But the dreams that are built for our children will be different than ours when they’re grown.
The time has come that you must let go and allow them to follow their heart.
You have guided them to maturity, now it’s time for their own lives to start.
In the Hell of Occupation
In the Hell of Occupation
A driving anger pushed the limits of what a man should take,
And struck the chord of violence so he made a grave mistake.
He can’t turn back the hands of time to change all the things he did,
Then in the flash of a moment all of his dreams were dead.
Born in the heat of circumstances he was thrust into the fight to survive.
Each day he walked on a battlefield in the hopes of just staying alive.
Death was a constant companion as he searched for a reason to live.
He could see only bloody conclusions to this madness that he just couldn’t forgive.
We can’t understand the reality of a life in an occupied war.
Death becomes the attractive conclusion when you can’t bear the pain any more.
The world waits in blinded ignorance while the scent of death grows strong.
A restless soul lays rotting in a world he did not belong.
A driving anger pushed the limits of what a man should take,
And struck the chord of violence so he made a grave mistake.
He can’t turn back the hands of time to change all the things he did,
Then in the flash of a moment all of his dreams were dead.
Born in the heat of circumstances he was thrust into the fight to survive.
Each day he walked on a battlefield in the hopes of just staying alive.
Death was a constant companion as he searched for a reason to live.
He could see only bloody conclusions to this madness that he just couldn’t forgive.
We can’t understand the reality of a life in an occupied war.
Death becomes the attractive conclusion when you can’t bear the pain any more.
The world waits in blinded ignorance while the scent of death grows strong.
A restless soul lays rotting in a world he did not belong.
