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Beatles Melody of Love
In case you’re not a Beatles fan…Every line in this poem is the title of a Beatles song..that’s why the lines are spaced weird and whatnot.
Across the universe
I call your name
Like dreamers do
I want to tell you
Something
I’m down
I’m a loser
A shot of rhythm and blues
I need you
Love me do
Don’t let me down
Don’t pass me by
You can’t do that
Every little thing
Falling in love again
Some other guy?
I want to be your man
I want to hold your hand
Misery-
Carry that weight.
A day in the life-
Nowhere man-
The fool on the hill
Tomorrow never knows
Yesterday
Happiness is a warm gun
(From you to me)
And I love her
Here comes the sun
Ask me why?
Because
Baby it’s you
p.s. I love you
Okay Samsa!
I looked and looked for the Beatles poem but as I was looking I found an application for a certain club that you took over from Ms. Fontana (I think you know what I’m talking about) the year you put the impressions club online…and i gave you my only copy because I printed only one too read at our poetry slam….So I fear it is lost forever…however, I did find a nice morbid writing exercise we did about the lovely missed halls of Lp which you seemed to like well..that’s what you wrote in my notebook….and yes I realize this is one very large run on sentence I did not intend on it being this long and I apologize.
So here we go I like to call this one…?? Highschool.
The dawn swallowed me whole that day. The sun slowly crept into my window, finding every crack and opening it could seep into. The sun’s emission forced life into my cold hollow body. As it breathed into me I accepted it, and got up out of bed, but I wasn’t happy about it.
I got to school the tangled halls were dank and screamed a smell so loud that I almost couldn’t hear it. People walked by me like I was a forgotten zombie and I was. I walked these halls every day the same way. An exquisite corpse drinking blood red wine for lunch and slurping up Nacho Grande every other day. Is this what we call life?
These days are numbered but I don’t care enough to count down. One day ill dip into a life I longed to have, until then I’ll continue to wait for the ever freeing release of that extra terribly sharp E note that so cleverly sounds at 2:55.
The When/then Method
When I have time then I’ll:
read a book,
paint,
start working out,
relax,
get off my lazy ass
When I can afford to then I’ll:
Pay off debt,
Buy a car,
Go to the doctor,
Try to save some,
Take that trip,
When I’m not so tired then I’ll:
Clean the house,
Do my homework,
Pay these bills,
Do the yard work.
The only time the when/then method works: When I stop making excuses then I’ll start living in the moment. When I start living in the moment then I’ll start really enjoying my life. Good intentions, however, wrong. Only when intentions are turned into actions can you be freed from the When/Then cycle of death.
It’s a girl thing?
New shoes are wonderful
I don’t even really like shopping
or getting my hair and nails done
and all that jazz….but new shoes…
mmm.
It’s like I’ve been abusing my feet
walking to the bus stop
walking around campus
walking to keep kids from killing eachother
walking to exersize
and old shoes are nice
they have character
they have a past
and a story
and like…a soul
My chuck taylors are part of me
I don’t care if that’s cheesey they’ve seen
colorado, utah, chicago, my first kiss
love loss heartache happiness concerts movies
alas…they hurt my damn feet
i love them and all my other old shoes
but putting on new shoes is like…..
slipping my foot into a silk support system
College kids need new shoes…mmhmm
Dad!
I spent the entire day with my dad who just wrote a book of poems…as some of you may or may not know…and so I thought today I’d share one of his poems in honor of….vacation at weird times in February allowing him to spend time with me day!!
So anyway this poem is taken from A Grey Mask, By Mark Stalter (it’s actually how he titled the book! Pretty Neat) it’s a short one but it’s one of my favorites.
The blue sky wears
a grey mask as
crying clouds weep
tears of great relief.
A whole village broods
in and overcast way.
Nature and man
depicting goom.
Men who can’t cry,
need rainy days.
They mask their grief
behind the grey.
Children
Children say the darndest things..
they really do though
Miss Amy Miss Amy
It’s my turn It’s my turn
Throw me
Pick me up
Turn me around
Laughter, giggles, smiles all around
The closet hit me in the head
Crying screaming
Cookies and laughter
Cookies can fix anything, dontcha know
Oh and sometimes they mix up words meaning
Open your butt!!!
Excuse me?
NO, no open it wider
I think you mean “lift up” your butt
Whatever, i just want the blanket
Pick me up!!
Let’s be dogs
Pretend like you wanna move!
Can you pretend like you want to get up and be a dog now?
As if to say that I want to pretend to pretend like I want to move
Pick me up!!!! It’s my turn
You’re pretty
Your hair isn’t straight and you have glasses
What happened to your eyes are you okay?
Draw me a princess
Throw me!!!
Miss AMY watch what I’m doing!
Look at me!!
READY OR NOT HERE I COME
SHHH NO SCREAMING
Quit hitting the table please!!
Will i ever be as tall as you?
Are you married?
Everyone whos 20 is married
I’m hungry
We have to find the quiet animals
I want my mommy
Pick me up!
They’re crazy,
But I love them
In a weird annoying little sister way
Steve Urkel
High pants
Big glasses
Suspenders
Hunch back
Weird walkin’
Squeel voice
Puppy love
Mumble talking
Bowling shoes
Golf-sock wearing
The Winslows
Insane creations:
Urkel bot
Coffee pots
Boss Sauce
Wacky Tacky
Transformation Chamber
Stephan Erquelle
No wonder you’re so misunderstood..
Kentucky Durby
You were here
but now you’re gone.
How much longer
can this go on?
Texting me is not enough
I need flesh and I need hugs.
The comfort that you gave me will live on
But now it’s just a distant bond.
Friends is what we said we’d be
Friends is where we need to stay
You’ve made this really hard for me
I can’t be part of your distant love
You have me all out of wack
Am I supposed to wait for you?
Or what? What am I supossed to do?
20 in college waiting for you?
Sacraficing everything new
How long will that last
While you’re off around the world
I don’t think I can wait for you
Wondering if you’re being true
I’m not like you, distance makes a difference
I just don’t think waiting is for me
I”m finally, I’ve gotta be, I’m free
Blackout Nights
With every day of my life
I’ve tried to live as best I can
Uncontrollable forces
Effect every grain of sand
The weight that I carry
Can only increase
But still, I feel nothing
I wish that I could explain to anyone
My hopes and dreams and even fears
I wish that I could explain them to me
Sometimes it’s just too hard
To put the events of my life
Into coherent words
I don’t want a lot
I just want to know
How am I supposed to
keep doing this alone?
I hope I can find a way someday
To vocalize everything I’ve been feeling
But by then it won’t have any meaning
For some reason unknown to me
The only time words come
Are on dizzy nights
With little right
And no promotion
My only outlet
Will linger
On random nights In random places With random people
I’ll ramble on and cry for no reason
And try to remember it in the morning
haiku for you
I’m to excited to write a real poem!
This seems wonderful
Paid internship in Flordia
I hope I get it