Ode to Sara K. G.

I love the way you put up
With my silly little quirks
Pretending that you hate them
Giving me your dirty looks
I love our endless inside jokes
And how you make me laugh
Sometimes I worry ‘bout my brain
I think you’ve stolen half
I love the way you listen
When things are going wrong
That you always have me listen
To your new favorite love song
I love how you can tell me
When I’ve really passed the limit
You point out the logical world
And help me get back in it
I love our memories
That we’ve made in the past year
That I remember I am loved
Whenever you are near
I love the fact I know
That you’ll always be my friend
Even when you say you hate me
You’ll be there till the end

Grandma B

I watch your aged movements
As you sit there in your chair
I hate to see pain and confusion
Old age has made you bare
Once you were a sign of strength
Giving so much loving care
The difference from my memories
Can hardly seem quite fair

We frequently came visiting
Perhaps at night, or day
And ran around your house and yard
You’d watch us in our play
Down your hill we’d slide in winter
In summer the stairs did okay
And we’d climb among the cherries
In the warm weather of May

As though on a safari
In your garden I’d hunt snails
And you would let me place them
In your used strawberry pails
I’d play with them until tired,
On the waterbed I fell
But first you had to read a book
I knew it’s pages well

And sometimes we would take a drive
And play at Rocket park
Later we would watch movies
As the world outside grew dark
You would have us draw from straws
And to the winner we would hark
And have to watch the movie
That their chosen vote would mark

As bedtime crept closer
We’d bathe with the soap that could float
And have just as much fun with it
As we could with a toy boat
Then maybe we’d present you
With a letter that we wrote
For we’d use grandpa’s typewriter
To write you a loving note

Perhaps we’d end the day
By eating your freezer ice
But eating food at your house
Was always something nice
For breakfast we’d have poached eggs
Or cereal of crispy rice
And at lunch perhaps Totino’s
Over our favorite plate we’d fight

I have so many memories
I’ve made as I have grown
Just like your lovely roses
And other flowers once unknown
But time goes by, the years run on
I couldn’t tell you how they’ve flown
Yet over all the passing time
My memories have shone

I spent so many days with you
When I was just a child
I’ve watched your vibrant love of life
Grow to something mild
As slowly time and age
Difficulties on you piled
My love for you has never ceased
To grow like a flower wild

So as I watch your movements aged
I look into your eyes
I understand your frustration
Revealed by hidden sighs
I thank you for the love you gave
For I’ve learned as time flies
My Grandma B was just the best
For she’s always been loving and wise

He Guards His Heart

His heart was given once before
And done so willingly
But beaten, broken, still its sore
He guards it carefully

He lends it every now and then
But never fully lets it go
To someone he has deemed a friend
For they may turn a foe

The bruises seem to linger
On his lonely half-healed heart
And he needs to find the finger
Capable of healer’s art

But so busily he tends
To his worn and tattered heart
He can't recognize the friend
That may give his life new start

So patiently she waits
Till he learns to lift his eyes
And discovers sincere love
She has no wish to disguise

I Write, To Free My Soul

Each time something significant
Takes place and changes me
My soul is placed in shackles
Or so it seems to be

It seems it cannot stand
The brightest white or darkest coal
But I have found a secret key
I write, to free my soul

ENGL 314 poems

So, I have this class that is nearly impossible for me to stay fully awake in through the entire class. Yesterday I actually did it! By writing poetry for a good part of the class, so here are three of the results, hope you enjoy:

The Faded Farewell

I look upon the letters
Worn and faded
Like chalk drawings after rain
When the sky is cerulean blue

Written to reveal secrets hidden behind
Eyes that strive to be
Truthful without letting tears
Run down the cheeks

Faulty are the stumbling words that
Whisper into the silence the
Reason for the goodbye
To someone once a friend




Escape to Tickle-Me-Pink

A shadow
Tries to overcome my joy
Immersing me
In a blustery wind
That houses worries
Language cannot describe

Done with the fight
I modestly
Give into the wild
Music I hear
And dance, like tickle-me-pink
Escaping my own crankiness




ENGL 314

Your voice drones on in even tone
About things I don’t need to know
The girl behind me starts to speak
And I admit, I’m close to sleep

This class it seems to span the days
My brain turns off, eyes start to glaze
My neck it soon begins to hurt
From many painful nods and jerks

I strive to keep open my eyes
I’m asking you, please sympathize
I want to learn, its true, I vow
But my eyes want sleep, my stomach growls

So as the girl behind me speaks
And you wonder why I’m asleep
I promise I don’t mean to snore
But this class is long, and your voice a bore

Lines in memory of time spent in the WindRivers

I wrote this for my English 292 class:

Windrivers

I wandered through your mountain hills
Sat peacefully in your meadow
Near beauty that can bring such thrills
And streams that never cease to flow
I listened to the gentle breeze
Your sounds did put my mind to ease

I looked upon your views with awe
And love for everything I saw
I found in you great majesty
And also such simplicity
Your peaks still touched with snowy white
And flowers soaking up sunlight

I placed you in my memory
The smells, the views, the sounds
When I need peaceful times I see
Your beauty all around
Within my mind I feel the breeze
And let it put my mind at ease

I Tried My Best

I tried to explain
I was doing my best
I had not promised more,
and had not promised less.

But I guess that you missed
The part where I said
I can’t promise perfection
It’s a skill I don’t have.
And you wanted more
Than I found I could give.

And so once again
You told me I’d done wrong
But this time I couldn’t
Just stand there and take
Your anger in telling me
My friendship was fake

I’d stood there before
And taken the blow
I’d said I was sorry
More times than I know
I’d said I’d do better
Never blamed you at all
And each time it happened
I couldn’t stand tall

I didn’t tell you
How often it hurt
When we’d talk of the things
That meant so much to me
And you’d turn around
And treat them like dirt

I never said how I felt
That a friendship should be
Support at all times
Not only when the world
Has you down on your knees

You always expected
Me to be right there
But when one person
Gives more
Is it really that fair?
I’d give and you’d take
And I’d never get back
So often I felt
Belittled
So you could have a laugh

So this last time around
When you turned on me
I said I was done
That was it, I was free.
No more saying I’m sorry
When you’re half at fault
No more fearing the next time
You’d open that vault
And pull out your grievances
All in a line
And list them against me
That was the last time.

And yet though I know
That I made the right choice
I can’t say how it hurts
To be letting you go
For despite all the pain
That you’ve brought recently
There were also good times
Had between you and me

I tried for so long
To hold on to those times
And I thought I could live
On those long-lost weekends
When all that we shared
Were some smiles and laughs
I though that those memories
Could make us last
That they would pull me through
And keep our ties strong
In spite of the times
That you made me cry

But sometimes its plain
That things have to end
That something is wrong
When you’re hurt by a friend.

There was nothing more to do
Nothing more I could try
And so with all my love
I’m saying goodbye
I won’t regret the fact
That I ever knew you
And our friendship is something
I’d never undo
But today you’ve gone your way
And I have gone mine
But I wish you the best
On the trails you may find.