Hope Chris had a good b-day today (well, yesterday... missed by a half hour). Hopefully other people will remember to post their poems on the blog too. The first poem is about my fish tank. Second poem is about a comment Josh made at the very beginning of poetry club. Last poem is about a comment Jackie made at the end of poetry club.
The Tank
Blue above, blue below.
There’s a whole world I can see out there.
The grand, the exotic, so green and alive,
I want to see it all.
They tell me it would take my breath away.
I would do anything to escape,
Forsake my stripes,
Get away from my fellow prisoners,
Escape their bullying and darting,
Hide from the monsters all around me.
If only I could cross these walls.
No Poetry for Joshua
You’re not allowed to write a poem tonight.
It’s forbidden.
Give up your hopes of coupling couplets, of making rhyme or reason
We won’t tolerate any of your limericks about the green plaid shirt you’re wearing
You have no permission to record your thoughts on name recognition
Mexican Holidays stanzas are illegal immigrants in Poetry Clubia
Haiku’s about ninjas? Ummmm.... No.
Say nada to sonnets about Trombones-a
The rhythm and words streaming into your mind from elsewhere cannot be put on paper.
Not a poem about Jackie
I won’t ever ever ever ever ever write a poem about Jackie
I simply won’t write a rhyme,
About how I think she’s sublime.
I won’t let myself ramble about her quantum chemistry, tree climbing, mad Frisbee catching skills.
No, I won’t remind everyone how intimidating her awesomeness can be,
Especially to the guys.
I shouldn’t sneakily slip in lines about Jackie’s sinister laughs, her well executed pranks.
I’ll stop thinking about all the stanzas I could be typing about her perfect sense of humor.
Let’s face it, her intellectual brilliance radiates like a thousand suns.
I simply won’t recite the epic victory of when she successfully ate ice cream for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
I’m only allowed to pretend I’m writing a poem about how much I love her face.
No… I can’t write a poem about Jackie so I’ll write about something else.
How about cheese?!? I love cheese.
Cheese is… well, cheesy
There! Wasn’t that a great poem not about Jackie?
Showing posts with label Jill. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jill. Show all posts
Friday, September 17, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
Coming Back Home
This is something I was supposed to post forever ago. Just barely found it again. This first poem is from an FHE nursery rhyme activity. The others are my own work.
The Fall of the House of Humpty
Once upon a midnight dreary
While Humpty wondered weak and weary
"Did I come before the chicken?"
At that moment he was stricken
By the raven and he plunged off the wall
wall, wall, wall, wall, wall, wall, wall.
And Great was the fall of the house of Humpty.
In a city by the sea,
So all the night tide,
He lay down by the side of
All the kings horses and all the king's men.
Who dare not put humpty together
Nevermore- for they feared the beating of the tell tale yolk
Yolk, yolk, yolk, Yolk, Yolk, Yolk, Yolk.
Put together
Nevermore
The Night
After midnight, everything is beautiful
When the world slows down just long enough for you to catch it in both hands.
Gaze at it,
Peaceful, Cool, Crisp
See clearly in the darkness
Focus on the things that matter most.
You wish you could stop the hours rolling by.
Protect the precious night
But dawn always breaks.
Coming Back Home
When I come back home
it feels like everything should be exactly the way I left it.
The way its always been.
Sheltered, protected,
Preserved like a historic brick building
An ancient monument,
Forever in a snow globe,
My memories trapped in a timeless bubble.
Yet each time I come home
I see that fragile bubble has popped.
The businesses and buildings have shifted about like pieces on a checker board
Those friendly old faces seem the same
But the people behind them aren't who they used to be.
New faces are everywhere.
They look at me as if I'm the novelty
They don't know that this is still my place.
The Fall of the House of Humpty
Once upon a midnight dreary
While Humpty wondered weak and weary
"Did I come before the chicken?"
At that moment he was stricken
By the raven and he plunged off the wall
wall, wall, wall, wall, wall, wall, wall.
And Great was the fall of the house of Humpty.
In a city by the sea,
So all the night tide,
He lay down by the side of
All the kings horses and all the king's men.
Who dare not put humpty together
Nevermore- for they feared the beating of the tell tale yolk
Yolk, yolk, yolk, Yolk, Yolk, Yolk, Yolk.
Put together
Nevermore
The Night
After midnight, everything is beautiful
When the world slows down just long enough for you to catch it in both hands.
Gaze at it,
Peaceful, Cool, Crisp
See clearly in the darkness
Focus on the things that matter most.
You wish you could stop the hours rolling by.
Protect the precious night
But dawn always breaks.
Coming Back Home
When I come back home
it feels like everything should be exactly the way I left it.
The way its always been.
Sheltered, protected,
Preserved like a historic brick building
An ancient monument,
Forever in a snow globe,
My memories trapped in a timeless bubble.
Yet each time I come home
I see that fragile bubble has popped.
The businesses and buildings have shifted about like pieces on a checker board
Those friendly old faces seem the same
But the people behind them aren't who they used to be.
New faces are everywhere.
They look at me as if I'm the novelty
They don't know that this is still my place.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Poetry from the last few months.
Yay!! I'm finally on the blog! This is kinda long so... uh, sorry.
The Only Reasonable Explanation
I dedicate this poem to Josh for finally getting me on the blog.
He's been kidnapped by pirates!!
Swarthy, stinking, seaworthy, swashbuckling pirates.
Its the only reasonable explanation
He was minding his own business when they ambushed his apartment on the third floor.
Glass shattered as a peg leg kicked in the window.
His roommates heard the rustling and rumbling,
Shouting and Parrot's squawking,
Heave Ho's and Avasts!!
However, by the time they got out to the living room they had cleaned up,
Cleared out,
Sailed off.
Not a shard of glass was left behind.
Soon he stood aboard a magnificent vessel charging across the ocean blue!
(You may wonder how the pirates and their kidnappee got out to the ocean.
I don't know.
I'm just stating the facts here.)
The ocean waves crashed and sprayed as the bonny sea breeze filled the majestic sails.
The Jolly Roger smiled as the sounds of Yo ho hos and Shiber me timbers filled the salty sea air.
However, all he could hear was his knees knocking, heart racing,
The thumping of boots
The captain approached his new prisoner.
Hush filled the deck as the ruffions watched in awe.
He glowers down and with a sneer bellows,
"Off the plank with him!!"
As he stood at the edge of the plank,
staring at his soon to be watery grave below,
He remembered how he ought to be at poetry night.
This wouldn't have happened if he'd been there
Too late was his lesson learned,
that you should be at the right place at the right time.
And most of all.
All those who skip poetry night become shark fodder.
The Refrigerator Door
I set the milk on the counter and shut the refrigerator door.
I notice they're staring at me.
Well, some of them.
Others are gazing into each others' eyes, lost in their own little world.
Holding hands, whispering sweet nothings into their sweetheart's ear.
All of them smiling. Always smiling.
Knowing their reality is better than their dreams
Their lives are full of magic, all is beautiful.
Their perfect joy captured in a photo,
Like the dozens of photos that greet me each morning
As I drown my frosted mini-spooners...
And I'm out of milk... ::sigh::
Petrogliffs
The best way to chop the emense charcoaled log was to throw it off a thirty foot sandstone cliff.
At least thats the way it appeared.
The two lumbered slowly to the highest peak
Shifting and skidding with sand filled shoes
With log raised high
And a mighty warrior's cry
The blakened timber flew threw the air
Soared, spiraled, and...
The stump didn't so much as splinter
Leaving not but a sooty mark on the rusty rocks.
At that moement savegery struck.
Darkened hands donned the signs of warriors
Ebony stripes crossed heathen cheeks
Crumbling chuncks of cedar create
Epic battles, lightning strikes,
Swirling smoke round a roaring fire
Beating, thundering, bursting from the stone.
A petrogliff is worth a thousand words.
Laundry Day
There it is.
A horrendous mountain.
A smelly eyesore by your bedside.
You've tried to ignore it
Pretend you don't want to wear your favorite blouse.
Pretend that you're not down to two pairs of socks.
However, you can pretend no longer
It has to go.
You awkwardly amble down the stairs,
Hoping all the good machines aren't taken.
Dark side versus light side.
Thick bloo goo that smells like an Irish spring globs to the bottom of the washer.
A dollar later tha machine is working its magic.
Sudsing and swirling in a vicious vortex of towels, t-shirts, and jeans
Later you aid a soggy migration to a warmer climate.
The rumbling, tumbling, tossing, and turning lightens until at last you unload.
Hot, steamy, fresh, delicious.
It makes you think of warm blankets on a stormy night,
The crisp clean air of a summer rain,
Teddy bears in creepy commercials?...
Pressed, folded, stowed away.
All is in order.
For two weeks, anyways.
Death of the Coulter 750
I love you my dear robots
You greet me every night
And like a choir of R2D2s
Sing me sweet lullabies
pSHHH... errr, tsh tsh tsh, clicka clicka clicka, beep
Tap, snap, chunka, thump,
whir, purr, hum, rumble, ERRK, GRIND, EEEEE!
I rouse from my night dream
Like a mother stirring to aid her howling infant
Wondering whats wrong this time
I lift your cover, open your mechanic soul, and gaze deep within.
Wires and tubing
Gears and slides,
They usually dance in a seamless waltz.
They now lay still in a pool of blood.
Precious analyzer, you're too beautiful to die.
May I be your Dr. Frankenstein and bring you back to life?
No... I must face the dawn alone.
ICA
The first step to overcoming an addiction is admitting you have a problem.
Hello everyone. I'm Jill Schuler and I'm addicted to ice cream.
Can you blame me?
So cool and creamy like...
NO! No more!
I tell myself I shall overcome this.
I tell myself I won't buy any, not this week.
And then I glance down the frozen food isle.
Its like a party down there.
Everyone is laughing and smiling.
I glance side to side to ensure I'm not caught...
Not that it matters, I'll only be looking.
It can't hurt to look.
I notice the vanilla, chocolate, Neapolitan.
I can resist. I don't need them.
But suddenly I notice the moose tracks.
The moose is a very majestic creature.
Its as if its guarding the Caramels praline.
A worthy cause. It does look particularly valuable in all its golden splendor.
Rocky Road, the pathway to bliss.
Peanut Brittle, brittle like my will to resist.
Macadamia Crunch, Fudge swirl, Cookie Dough,
EVERYTHING BUT THE!!!
Its as if a light from heaven shines upon each pint.
That might just be the light from the freezer...
Meh, same diff.
Well.... I guess I'll be better next week.
The Cell: A Biological Prison
Blast! A Blast!! A lymphoblast to be precise.
You are hereby declared to be a juvenille delinquent of the blood stream.
You are hereby sentenced to be trapped forever in the prison
To spend the rest of your life surrounded by cells.
The cells are everywhere
Nucleus lobed in ugly blebs
Cytoplasm so blue that no smile could ever cheer it again.
Basophils with granules as black as its soul
How alone a lymphoblast must feel, so young.
Its nucleus still smooth
Its nuclei still clean and fresh.
It should still be back in the marrow
Where life was safe and calm.
Why did it rush into the fast lane.
Endopoies into the turbulence of the arteries and veins.
Up through a needle, smeared on a slide.
Stained and illuminated.
Snakes
As I sat upon the shore
To view lake, rocks, and sky
An old sunbathing serpent
Happened to cross my eye.
Many a time before
I've come across a snake.
Sneaking, slithering, startling,
They made me squeal and shake.
But spying this simple reptile
Before he spotted me
Made me really wonder
Why I each time did flee.
His head no bigger than a nut
Would crunch beneath my heel
If I but took a faulty step.
How would that make him feel?
Many a snake may cross our path
May make us dread and fear
But our fear could be overcome
If we'd learn, think, see, and hear
Interrupted Dreams
Draped across the couch in the soft silky darkness
I let a smooth summer breeze of cool dreams waft over me.
Sweet, refreshing, delicious.
A sudden blaring erupts the still
Delirium strikes
I flail like a fish on a line
Searching frantically to stop it all.
I mutter into the phone and let their words sweep over me.
Sentences form from their words,
Soothing my racing heart.
The fog over my mind seems to thin as I realize whats happening.
They're trying to tell me something.
I can feel it.
But sleep starts to whisper sweet nothings in my ear.
Becons with promises of calm, peaceful loveliness
Its words are more clear than the prattling of whoever this is.
I mumble and mutter until they finally release me.
I collapse in a weary relief.
Sweet sleep, let me return to your embrace.
That's probably enough poetry for one evening... Back to work with me!
The Only Reasonable Explanation
I dedicate this poem to Josh for finally getting me on the blog.
He's been kidnapped by pirates!!
Swarthy, stinking, seaworthy, swashbuckling pirates.
Its the only reasonable explanation
He was minding his own business when they ambushed his apartment on the third floor.
Glass shattered as a peg leg kicked in the window.
His roommates heard the rustling and rumbling,
Shouting and Parrot's squawking,
Heave Ho's and Avasts!!
However, by the time they got out to the living room they had cleaned up,
Cleared out,
Sailed off.
Not a shard of glass was left behind.
Soon he stood aboard a magnificent vessel charging across the ocean blue!
(You may wonder how the pirates and their kidnappee got out to the ocean.
I don't know.
I'm just stating the facts here.)
The ocean waves crashed and sprayed as the bonny sea breeze filled the majestic sails.
The Jolly Roger smiled as the sounds of Yo ho hos and Shiber me timbers filled the salty sea air.
However, all he could hear was his knees knocking, heart racing,
The thumping of boots
The captain approached his new prisoner.
Hush filled the deck as the ruffions watched in awe.
He glowers down and with a sneer bellows,
"Off the plank with him!!"
As he stood at the edge of the plank,
staring at his soon to be watery grave below,
He remembered how he ought to be at poetry night.
This wouldn't have happened if he'd been there
Too late was his lesson learned,
that you should be at the right place at the right time.
And most of all.
All those who skip poetry night become shark fodder.
The Refrigerator Door
I set the milk on the counter and shut the refrigerator door.
I notice they're staring at me.
Well, some of them.
Others are gazing into each others' eyes, lost in their own little world.
Holding hands, whispering sweet nothings into their sweetheart's ear.
All of them smiling. Always smiling.
Knowing their reality is better than their dreams
Their lives are full of magic, all is beautiful.
Their perfect joy captured in a photo,
Like the dozens of photos that greet me each morning
As I drown my frosted mini-spooners...
And I'm out of milk... ::sigh::
Petrogliffs
The best way to chop the emense charcoaled log was to throw it off a thirty foot sandstone cliff.
At least thats the way it appeared.
The two lumbered slowly to the highest peak
Shifting and skidding with sand filled shoes
With log raised high
And a mighty warrior's cry
The blakened timber flew threw the air
Soared, spiraled, and...
The stump didn't so much as splinter
Leaving not but a sooty mark on the rusty rocks.
At that moement savegery struck.
Darkened hands donned the signs of warriors
Ebony stripes crossed heathen cheeks
Crumbling chuncks of cedar create
Epic battles, lightning strikes,
Swirling smoke round a roaring fire
Beating, thundering, bursting from the stone.
A petrogliff is worth a thousand words.
Laundry Day
There it is.
A horrendous mountain.
A smelly eyesore by your bedside.
You've tried to ignore it
Pretend you don't want to wear your favorite blouse.
Pretend that you're not down to two pairs of socks.
However, you can pretend no longer
It has to go.
You awkwardly amble down the stairs,
Hoping all the good machines aren't taken.
Dark side versus light side.
Thick bloo goo that smells like an Irish spring globs to the bottom of the washer.
A dollar later tha machine is working its magic.
Sudsing and swirling in a vicious vortex of towels, t-shirts, and jeans
Later you aid a soggy migration to a warmer climate.
The rumbling, tumbling, tossing, and turning lightens until at last you unload.
Hot, steamy, fresh, delicious.
It makes you think of warm blankets on a stormy night,
The crisp clean air of a summer rain,
Teddy bears in creepy commercials?...
Pressed, folded, stowed away.
All is in order.
For two weeks, anyways.
Death of the Coulter 750
I love you my dear robots
You greet me every night
And like a choir of R2D2s
Sing me sweet lullabies
pSHHH... errr, tsh tsh tsh, clicka clicka clicka, beep
Tap, snap, chunka, thump,
whir, purr, hum, rumble, ERRK, GRIND, EEEEE!
I rouse from my night dream
Like a mother stirring to aid her howling infant
Wondering whats wrong this time
I lift your cover, open your mechanic soul, and gaze deep within.
Wires and tubing
Gears and slides,
They usually dance in a seamless waltz.
They now lay still in a pool of blood.
Precious analyzer, you're too beautiful to die.
May I be your Dr. Frankenstein and bring you back to life?
No... I must face the dawn alone.
ICA
The first step to overcoming an addiction is admitting you have a problem.
Hello everyone. I'm Jill Schuler and I'm addicted to ice cream.
Can you blame me?
So cool and creamy like...
NO! No more!
I tell myself I shall overcome this.
I tell myself I won't buy any, not this week.
And then I glance down the frozen food isle.
Its like a party down there.
Everyone is laughing and smiling.
I glance side to side to ensure I'm not caught...
Not that it matters, I'll only be looking.
It can't hurt to look.
I notice the vanilla, chocolate, Neapolitan.
I can resist. I don't need them.
But suddenly I notice the moose tracks.
The moose is a very majestic creature.
Its as if its guarding the Caramels praline.
A worthy cause. It does look particularly valuable in all its golden splendor.
Rocky Road, the pathway to bliss.
Peanut Brittle, brittle like my will to resist.
Macadamia Crunch, Fudge swirl, Cookie Dough,
EVERYTHING BUT THE!!!
Its as if a light from heaven shines upon each pint.
That might just be the light from the freezer...
Meh, same diff.
Well.... I guess I'll be better next week.
The Cell: A Biological Prison
Blast! A Blast!! A lymphoblast to be precise.
You are hereby declared to be a juvenille delinquent of the blood stream.
You are hereby sentenced to be trapped forever in the prison
To spend the rest of your life surrounded by cells.
The cells are everywhere
Nucleus lobed in ugly blebs
Cytoplasm so blue that no smile could ever cheer it again.
Basophils with granules as black as its soul
How alone a lymphoblast must feel, so young.
Its nucleus still smooth
Its nuclei still clean and fresh.
It should still be back in the marrow
Where life was safe and calm.
Why did it rush into the fast lane.
Endopoies into the turbulence of the arteries and veins.
Up through a needle, smeared on a slide.
Stained and illuminated.
Snakes
As I sat upon the shore
To view lake, rocks, and sky
An old sunbathing serpent
Happened to cross my eye.
Many a time before
I've come across a snake.
Sneaking, slithering, startling,
They made me squeal and shake.
But spying this simple reptile
Before he spotted me
Made me really wonder
Why I each time did flee.
His head no bigger than a nut
Would crunch beneath my heel
If I but took a faulty step.
How would that make him feel?
Many a snake may cross our path
May make us dread and fear
But our fear could be overcome
If we'd learn, think, see, and hear
Interrupted Dreams
Draped across the couch in the soft silky darkness
I let a smooth summer breeze of cool dreams waft over me.
Sweet, refreshing, delicious.
A sudden blaring erupts the still
Delirium strikes
I flail like a fish on a line
Searching frantically to stop it all.
I mutter into the phone and let their words sweep over me.
Sentences form from their words,
Soothing my racing heart.
The fog over my mind seems to thin as I realize whats happening.
They're trying to tell me something.
I can feel it.
But sleep starts to whisper sweet nothings in my ear.
Becons with promises of calm, peaceful loveliness
Its words are more clear than the prattling of whoever this is.
I mumble and mutter until they finally release me.
I collapse in a weary relief.
Sweet sleep, let me return to your embrace.
That's probably enough poetry for one evening... Back to work with me!
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