Poetry

Only Hope by Lori Tilzer

2007-01-15T15:50:00.001-08:00

There are brave men fighting
Down in Iraq,
Bearing there souls, and they might not come back.
They carry the question in their mind:
If I live today what will I find?
Walking the paths in a foreign land they are a constant target,
As rocks are thrown and bombs explode they will never forget.
These are our own men, we call them soldiers
They are the ones who bare arms
Keep us safe from harm, and keep us free.
We are blessed to have them to protect our country.
What we don’t understand is how they must feel
When they see people dieing it’s a life changing ordeal.
There are so many people daughters, sons, sisters, brothers,
All who have lost their lives to senseless acts of others.
Since our soldiers brought down Sadaam Hussein,
There are people who cannot cope and the United States is the one they blame.
We are here to try and change what used to be,
Help Iraq on its way to democracy.
With our presence in their land,
We have brought the country to its knees.
There are some people willing to help us fight,
And others are saying “help us please”
This is the event that we will all call war
How long will it take to make our mark?
We are trying hard as our bombs and missiles soar.
As Americans for the people of Iraq we are the only hope.
They have nobody else strong enough, we are there tool.
They need to be pulled to safety we are their rope.

Constant by Lori Tilzer

2007-01-15T15:48:00.000-08:00

You are a thought that’s constant
Always on my mind,
When will I be the treasure you set out to find?
Am I in your thoughts as you go to sleep?
I have so many questions and in my mind they creep.
It’s weird to know that you are out there,
And I don’t know your face,
If only I knew more it could fill the
Empty space.
I have driven past the hospital where you gave birth to me
It has made my skin crawl.
I knew there was so much history held within each wall.
Mom says you were nice and you did,
What you thought was best.
I also know that you had more kids
What happened to the rest?
I have so many things I want to share,
I can’t wait for the day when you will finally be there.
I don’t know that I could call you “mom”
It doesn’t seem to fit, but maybe I could call
You something else, something close to it.
Am I still your little girl that you once held,
And will I always be?
Or have you simply given up and forgotten me.
What was it like to sign your rights away?
Wondering about the next time you would see us,
Are you dreaming of that day?

Better Than You by Paige

2007-01-15T11:02:00.000-08:00

The world is bowing at your feet,
But no not me ill take me I’ll take my seat.
You’re sitting higher than the clouds,
With the world as your humble crowd.
But no not me,
Because you’re not God and that’s what I see.

You sing and laugh and play all day,
While we all work and no one may say…
I know that now your not better than me,
Whoever I may proudly be.

Sometimes I smile and sometimes I cry
While all you do is sit and lie.
You dance so fluently but like a child.
The work out here, though is so darn wild.
But no your not better than me,
Whoever I may proudly be.

So we all sing a song,
Terrible, off tune and yet in the field is were we belong.
Are fingers are not painted,
And our cars may be tainted.
Our dreams may be so small to you;
But good and the bad is what we do.
But no your not better than me,
Whoever I may proudly be.

Music and Me by Teddy Cooper

2007-01-15T11:00:00.001-08:00

music and me it is like a meoldy

herad across the alantic sea

i love music the way it loves me

there for music makes my life go round and 'round

Mirrors by Michelle McKay

2007-01-15T10:58:00.000-08:00

Mirrors

They reflect you,
Your emotions,
Your actions,
As you stand in front of them,
They penetrate you,
They tell you your past, present and future,
If you know how to read them,
You will discover many things,
They tell the truth,
But you may not believe it,
You can trust a mirror like a friend,
They tell you what you know,
But what you ignore,
They comfort you,
If you trust it,
It could tell you great things
Mirrors.

Memento Mori by Matthew Hankins

2007-01-15T10:56:00.000-08:00

In our veins we hold another truth that needs to come clean
That our hearts pump out more than just blood
But hope for one anotherI see the poise in your eyes

You see the distrust draw out of mine
With these breaths our pulses relate

You pull me in closer but I say wait
Here come the words that my eyes were trying to say

“Today you’ll have another person pass you and I’ll be hung out left to dry”

For someone that claims to love my eyes
You sure know how to tell a lie

In our mouths we carry the truth that finally came clean
A memento of everything you didn’t mean.

What is a Crippled Love? by Dani Tomlinson

2007-01-15T10:54:00.004-08:00

It's the way her hands are withered and pale.
It's the shattering sound of her heartbroken wail.
It's the smell of her dress, shrouded in dust.
It's the beat of her heart and what is just.

It's how she waits when all hope has fled.
It's how she still smiles to the one who is dead.
It's how her sad mind is broken and battered.
It's how her mirror still blinks when shattered.

It's why she stills her restless feet.
It's why, in a pucker, her lips still meet.
It's why her love always flickers for one.
It's why the window she will forever shun.

It's when she weeps for her broken beginning.
It's when her hands clench at his sinning.
It's when she still keeps a hand to her heart.
It's when she can still feel beauty in his art.

It's who she mourns when her soul detaches.
It's who she loves and to him her heart latches.
It's who her gentle eyes continuously seek.
It's who she is dreaming of when her thoughts leak.

It's where her mind wanders when she lets it go.
It's where her heart drops when she cant help but know.
It's where she lays in her pooling sorrow.
It's where she waits for the coming morrow.

It's the way her heart bleeds and her tired mind dreams.
It's the look on her face as her thoughts rip her seams.
It's the cracks in her soul that she tries to mend.
It's the smile she dwells on, the one she had to spend.

She is the one he forgot to remember.
She is the love to whom he was never tender.
She is the one he tried to save.
Now she is the one who's heart's in the grave.

Friendship by Stacey Reza

2007-01-15T10:54:00.003-08:00

Play together

Hang out together

But don't waste time

Because it can end quickly

War is not a picnic by Stacey Reza

2007-01-15T10:52:00.000-08:00

Up on the top of the hill
High above a great field
Something's happening
But you're too business have a picnic

You and family enjoying
Turkey, ham
Wine, water
Laughing and watching
The horrible sight below

Man being shot
Shrieks for help
A man just lost his hand
Boom, boom go cannons

But at the end not much sound
Blue and gray turned to red
Very few
In view

And you are too business have a picnic
But just remember this

War is not a picnic