Example of my Springtime artwork. (Prints for sale! *wink*)
SPRING
I feel you near
the air fairly vibrates
with anticipation.
Mother’s raiments
wait impatiently to unfurl
in celebration.
White blankets fade
deferring to your preference
for emerald and pastels.
Old man weakens,
a kinder sovereign takes charge,
giving birth to change. Continue reading
Often we hear it said that the opposite of LOVE is HATE.
Please allow me to disagree.
For the true opposite of love
Is Apathy.
For the opposite of that which holds us in thrall
Is not to care
About it
At all.
AT 9/24/13
inspired by comments on the post below
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Blast from the past! This is an oldie I wrote back in my Sophomore year of high school… back in (cough)’96(cough).
Hope you enjoy, let me know what you think in the comments!
I AM
I am a wild animal in a cage Continue reading
This poem I wrote also about 4 years ago (apparently I’d gotten onto a poetry kick around the end of August ’09!) and I wrote it for my mom, but I thought it to be humorous, so I figured I’d share with the other moms out there, not just mine. Enjoy, and please let me know what you think in the comments! (You don’t have to be a mom to share your thoughts! All are welcome to!)
TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN
I thought I made it
pretty clear
in my request to you last week,
that things aren’t going
as they should
and my patience has reached its peak.
I don’t know how else
to request
a certain change in plans,
I’ve grown quite tired
of being quiet
and censoring my demands.
Dissatisfaction
rules the day
so again, I will implore:
Dearest Family,
I’m not your maid
get your own socks off the floor!
Written by A.T. on 9/01/09
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I’d like to personally think everyone who has served in the armed forces, ANYWHERE in the world, for ANY country, for risking your life for millions of people whom you will never know, and who will never know you. We all think we’re on the just side of battle, so no matter who you fight for, I’d like to say that I sincerely wish you didn’t have to… this is for you.
This is a poem I wrote almost exactly four years ago to the day. I’d love to know what you think about it. Love it? Hate it? Why? (Note: This is a rhyming poem, 99% of mine are, and although there are many who don’t like the style, give the content a chance, that’s all I ask, you can still dislike it at the end because it rhymes, LOL)
WHAT MUST BE DONE
Each day he awakes
knowing it could be his last;
each night he sleeps lightly
knowing the danger’s not passed.
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