Poems wanted!!!

[archeobabe]

I composed this poem when I was taking "Intro to Creative Writing" in 2003 at Wichita State University.

Boys, Walls and Balls

What is it with a wall
And a boy with a ball?
Does the wide blank area
Tempt the boy to throw the ball?

The wall seems to becken, almost daring
The boy to throw the ball.

Is it the sound of the ball, hitting the wall
When thrown by the boy?

Metal, wood, brick or slate.
Makes no difference at all
To the boy with a ball.

Wood makes a dull thud.
Metal, a sharp twang.
Brick makes no sound at all.
Slate cracks and the boy is in trouble.

[Diane Amberg]

 You wrote a very nice piece. Do you have more?

[archeobabe]

Yes, I do.  Here are two more.

THE DREAM

Where am I?
        What room is this?
Dimly lit, with children playing
I stand in the middle, the children surrounding me.

Every corner appears dark and menacing,
I see a dark figure in the corner, not Jack Horner.
The children continue playing
They are not afraid.

The figure does not move or speak
He watches the playing children.
There is fear in my soul,
       I must conquer this fear.
I face the figure with strong resolve
       And he disappears.

A door opens, a bright light glows.
The children stop their play; go toward the door.
Two of the children grab my hands, pulling me into the light
And through the door, I know not the plan.

The room is white, the walls curve like a Nautilus shell.
I follow the children downward.
Wondering what I am going to find.
It seems to go on forever, then to my delight
We enter a room with brightly colored lights.
On the walls are paintings of children playing
Of animals and trees, adults in elaborate dress.

Then as suddenly as it began, it has to end.
I wake to the alarm; I must begin.
As daylight streams through my bedroom window
I wonder, will I have this dream again. 

Early Fall Dawn

In the middle of the meadow.
The wind brushes an oak tree
Scattering a few leaves to the ground.

A thin layer of fog has gathered,
Swirling, lifting, falling as the wind blows.

A group of trees, line the stream;
Turkeys gather below their branches,
Spreading their tail feathers,
Puffing and strutting.

From out of the trees, stepping high,
A buck displays his antlers.
A group of does stroll behind him,
Their ears tuned for sounds of danger.

Before the sun climbs higher,
Burning off the fog,
The buck and does graze.
The turkeys gobble and disappear
Into the sheltering trees.

written by Jimmie Ann Weyrauch  Edited by Wilma Weyrauch (my mother)

[sixdogsmom]

I liked these but in different ways! Continue to create! Blessings, Edie.

[Diane Amberg]

Two totally different, but totally endearing poems. Very nice work.

[Teresa]

MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB
Her father shot it dead.
Now it goes to school with her,
Between two hunks of bread.

HUMPTY DUMPTY sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the kings' horses,
And all the kings' men
Had scrambled eggs
For breakfast again.

HEY DIDDLE, DIDDLE the cat took a piddle,
All over the bedside clock.
The little dog laughed to see such fun.
Then died of electric shock.

There was a little girl who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good, she was very, very good.
But when she was bad........
She got a fur coat, jewels, a waterfront condo, and a sports car.

[Jo McDonald]

   Good grief~~~```````````I gave birth to this !!!

[patyrn]

Oh woe is me.......................poor Ashley and Mason........................

[Teresa]

What Did I Do Today?

Today I left some dishes dirty,
The bed got made around 3:30.
The laundry's in a basket by the door,
It won't hurt to set a little more.

The crumbs I spilled the day before
Are staring at me from the floor.
The fingerprints there on the wall
Will likely be there still next fall.

The dirty streaks on those windowpanes
Will still be there next time it rains.
Shame on you, you sit and say,
Just what did you do today?

I held my baby till he slept,
I kissed and hugged him while he wept.
I played a game of hide and seek,
I squeezed a toy so it would squeak.

I pulled a wagon, sang a song,
Taught a child right from wrong.
What did I do this whole day through?
Not much that shows, I guess that's true.

Unless you think that what I've done,
Might be important to someone
With deep blue eyes and soft blond hair,
If that is true...I've done my share.

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A Hundred years From Now

...it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove...
but the world may be different because I was important in the life of my child.

[patyrn]

AMEN!!!!!