Category: 2011 — 4.1 (Fall)

By: Eric Gray

 

It’s a gnarled path through the thick woods

The nights are cold and lonely

This often visited place sees few

A world within a world

I escape to this land

Waiting for another

To create life force

As a reflection of us.

 

As I roam, see past places

Forged by people long gone

I’m on an island,

Or still in the woods?

This place changes like a dream.

 

Is it real?

hard to tell

what’s real and what is not

Where does Truth become Lie?

Where does Reality meet Imagination?

 

This plane can’t be touched with hands

But it can be felt through them.

In the medium through which true connections felt,

You can be heard without ever opening your mouth.

Felt by all, acknowledged by few.

I will forever roam this place.

 

By: Rowe Lindsay Rowe

 

When he sees my

horse-of-another-color

poem of tired, worn out phrases,

beating a dead horse,

my professor will be

madder than a wet hen

but I’m not afraid of him:

he’s all bark and no bite.

 

Good writers refrain from using clichés and

have a way with words;

they can find a way to make their readers

hang on every word;

I just want to be finished, because

all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy

even though I have been told that

idle hands are the devil’s workshop.

 

Thoughts of another – pre-encapsulated

easy as 123

I will finish early and

take the easy way out.

I thought about rewriting this poem completely

starting from scratch

and changing every line, but I didn’t want

to throw the baby out with the bathwater.

 

 

 

By: Rowe Lindsay Rowe

 

Today

I have been instructed

that certain numbers are “significant”

and certain numbers are not

when measuring,

weighing,

calculating,

or otherwise

quantifying existence.

 

Sometimes zero matters

and sometimes it does not,

so sometimes nothing is important;

and nothing

is something,

but nothing can also

just

be

nothing.

 

I occasionally am

(negative infinity – positive infinity)

but

I am

more often

0

and cannot tell if

I

am supposed to be

nothing

or

something.

 

 

By: Rose Lindsay Rowe

 

the day my father’s remains were put in the ground

it did not rain

nor was it gloomy

it wasn’t especially beautiful either.

 

it just was.

 

a mediocre day;

a mediocre life.

 

he was surrounded by

family

(who didn’t really know him)

and

friends

(who only knew how to take advantage of him)

 

and

someone

(who didn’t know him at all)

who hollowed out a small, square opening in the earth

and in it carefully placed the gray, cardboard box

containing what was left of my father’s corporeal self

then replaced the dirt

and gently tamped down the sod he had previously peeled away

 

and if a person walked by

five minutes after we had all departed

that soul would not have known

that someone was just buried beneath that very spot

 

so no one could tell the difference

that he had died at all

or even really lived.

 

RIP Ray Albert Weaver  Dec. 10, 1956- Dec. 27, 2006

 

By: Elwood McClarity

 

God’s angry.

We are all sinners.

He’s gonna have to kick the shit out of somebody.

But the heavenly Father is also reasonable and loving.

He doesn’t want to have to kick the shit out of EVERYONE.

So he sent his son Jesus, who never did anything wrong.

God kicked the shit out of Jesus so he wouldn’t have to kick the shit out of us.

As it is written in the good book, “Better him than me.”

And so we give thanks to the Father,

Who demonstrated his divine justice by beating an innocent man to death.

By the way, if you don’t accept God’s love, he’ll torture you forever.

 

By: Brice

 

Reframing of the me

Of the We

Of my importance and power

 

Universe waits

Every minute

Every hour

 

When will i awaken and

Activate

The Great I am?

 

How long must you wait for You

To arrive?

 

How long must You wait for me to

Come alive?

 

How long will it take for We

To revive?

 

When will you awaken and

Activate

The Great I am?

 

Let now be the time

For me to

Awaken –

So the We

So the You

Can all be taken

To the highest

To the greatest of

The Great I am

 

When will we awaken and

Activate

The Great I am?

 

By: Nuzhat Mehrin Khan

 

I found peace,

Whenever  I came near to you.

I found my existence,

Which I had forgotten.

I remembered you in the

Season of grief,

Whenever I was sad because of loneliness

I remembered you.

Beware heart!

You are falling in love once again.

Heart, stop right there

You are falling in love once again.

I don’t know why this happened,

I have often passed this lane

Where your house is

May be my heart had it that

I might meet you there.

I don’t know

What is the chain of events?

When there is nothing between us then

Why does heart weave our dreams?

I wanted to forget you.

But even that proved impossible,

I don’t know what this feeling is.

Beware heart!

You are falling in love once again.

 

 

By: Gina Eairheart

 

You know…I’ve learned a lot about myself these past few years.

I’m stronger than I ever thought I was before.

I have more talent than I ever thought I could borrow from anyone else.

I learned to see in the mirror what was really there…a picture of beauty.

I’m a mother that did her best when she didn’t think her best was good enough.

I’m the daughter I always wanted to be, even if sometimes Daddy didn’t see.

I’m the sister that led instead of followed.

I am more than the words men use to entice me…and they don’t see all that is me.

My heart is pure and compassionate never changing its desire to love.

I am me, love me or hate me, it matters not at all, because this is me.

 

By: Kelley Egan

 

The love of a lifetime

is truly defined

when our bodies intertwine,

you drink me like your favorite wine.

The love of a lifetime

are feelings no one knows

while kissing head to toe

you paint me like Van Gogh.

The love of a lifetime

takes my breath away

when there’s so much more to say

and here I want to stay.