A Poem for Friday

Seasons of Our Lives

As we walk through the paths of our lives
We know what obstacles may get in our way
It’s like making our swims and dives
What we do, people always have a say
Seasons always change like us
Our mood changes on what kind of day it is
Not many see how it’ll be; like on a bus
On days it would be a working-biz
How do you control things that happen for a reason?
We wish we could change things from the past
Though you cannot; like a season
Things in life happens for better or worst
Sometimes it’s bad and sometimes it’s good
Why do we have the craving of thirst?
Or cravings of hunger that long stood?
Too many questions and not enough answers
As time goes by all we wish for is happiness
To receive such we should all become dancers
Seasons of our lives
Seasons of our lives
Seasons of our lives will be the future of tomorrow



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Thursday's Poem

Perfection Is What She Is

This is a poem for Nickie
So it has to be perfect
It has to be crazy
It has to be different.

This is a poem for Nickie
So it must be special
It must shine
It must stand out of all.

This is a poem for Nickie
So if it’s fantastic it will not be sad
If it’s weird it must be like her
If it’s gushy it’ll be great.

This is a poem for Nickie
So let’s be dancing
Let’s be singing
Let’s be together forever having fun!

This is a poem for Nickie
So let it be fun
Let it shine like the sun
Let it last for eternity.

This is Nickie’s poem
So it is
Special forever
Like being loved
Perfect like her.

Wednesday's Poem

Niagara Falls

Soft, rainy, watery,
Clear water, large rocks,
Waterfalls, ferry boat,
Lots of people, sunny,
Summer in Niagara Falls.

Sunny, bright, and warm.
Near the falls it’s shady and cool.
Water falling – roaring
Lots of talking
Lots of flashes.

How deep is the water?
How many people are on the boat?
Why is everybody here?
How long have the falls been here?

How I felt when I was here:
Awesome
Happiest moment
Refreshing
Happiness
Freedom from life

Water breezing
Water breezing
Water breezing

Tuesday's Poem

Sorry, I've been busy lately writing papers that I hadn't had time to post up any new poems (old poems). I hope you will like this poem. The next four poems were written when I was in high school, my senior year.

My Perfect World

Walking into the living room
I must get out a broom
Stick to clean suck mess.
It was lookin’ the bess
Of the best after finished.
The kitchen, “oh how blemished
It looked from every corner I saw.
It must be clean that it’s glazing,
But don’t let it be so blazing.
Being and keeping clean should be law.
Everywhere I go, everything has to be neat;
Even when in a car, the seat
I sit on must look as if new.
And my world is only the brew
Of my life of perfectionism.
This is my world of realism.

A Poem for Monday

Our Wedding Memory

I hear Pachelbel's Canon playing softly
I feel radiant and blissfully happy
I see only my husband-to-be

As I'm walking down to the altar
He looks deeply into my eyes with much love
We see only ourselves and nobody else.

I hear the orchestra playing beautiful music
I feel ecstatic and beamingly thrilled
I see only my wife-to-be

My heart rapidly pounds in awaiting her
I look into her eyes telling her, 'I love you'
We see only ourselves and nobody else.

Our love glowing so bright around us
Our eyes finding the connection and binding it
Our everlasting vows enriching our lives together forever

We hear the crowd cheering and clapping
We feel the passion of our love enveloping us
We see only ourselves and nobody else.

Poem for Sunday

Check out today's poem and let me know what you think of it.

A Beautiful Dream

Rising towards the east,
I see you shine so bright.
You are my ray of hope.
To walk a path of no regrets,
I'd be happy to live for it.
You are my shining sun.
For every sunset there is a new day.

Dreaming anywhere and anytime,
I see it clearly and blurry.
You are the heart of my soul.
To dream many dreams,
I'd cherish them all to the fullest.
You are my everything.
For every dream there is a new possibility.

Poem for Saturday - Lady Godiva

Today's poem is about Lady Godiva of Coventry. Yes, she was the lady who rode bare back on a horse naked. I had to write a historic poem for my creative writing class and so I decided to write about her. Tell me what you think of it.

Lady Godiva of Conventry

Strong and striving with much courage,
She rode through the marketplace.
Boldy sitting on the horse in the nude,
She hid her body with her long hair.
Being a great believer of rights for people,
She stood up to Leofric, her husband, to reduce taxes.
Gracefully and gutsily with much determination,
She rode through the town of Conventry.
Lady of God's gift she stopped Leofric's taxation.
While she rode through town, everyone was closed inside.
Only Tom peeped through a hole and was struck blind;
He became known as the "peeping Tom."
She made a great difference in the town of Coventry.
Lady Godiva will always be known as the nude act in ending taxation.

**Note: I know this poem kind of needs work, but I'd like to know what you think before I revise this poem. Thanks! :D

Poem for Friday

Today's poem is a sonnet. I wrote this poem about me and Shakespeare writing a sonnet.
Hope you all like it. After this poem I'll be posting up some of my older poems from the summer and from high school. I may post some very old ones I wrote when I was younger (if I can find them).

I Wish to Write a Sonnet Like Shakespeare

I wish to write an awesome sonnet like
Shakespeare, who could write it in his sleep
And make it easy as riding a bike.
I wonder how he does it—how the BLEEP

Does he write one? And it does not sound
Like a cliché, like when I am writing one.
He goes the distance and knows no bound,
While I tried my best attempt and lost—he won.

I cannot rest and eat until I have written
One that can make everyone's heart and soul soar
In the limitless sky. They will be smitten
By my words, and I will let out a roar!

So, I've written a sonnet. Now you know
And you'll remember me as Lady Doe.

Poem for Thursday

Here is today's poem. I wrote this poem when I was waiting for my oil change and went to wait at Popeyes. The form/style of this poem is a sestina. Let me know what you think of it.

A Busy Monday at Popeyes

People wait around the lobby
just waiting for their food
or they are waiting to order.
The customers smell fried chicken
and mashed potatoes—ready to fill their stomach
Jazzy-blues music plays as they eat.

She wants to do nothing but eat
her 2-piece Bonafide in the lobby.
The mashed potato, biscuit, and chicken fills her stomach.
She's so hungry she wants more food!
"Should I get the catfish or crispy chicken?
I better hurry up and make my next order."

"Are you ready to order?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm starving and need to eat.
I need a big meal. I think I'll get the chicken
bowl and the 3-piece Bonafide," said the big man standing in the lobby.
He couldn't wait to eat it all, it was all for him—his food!
"Oh, yeah. That definitely hit the spot in my stomach."

(Loud rumbling and growling) "What was that? Was that your stomach?"
"Uh, yeah that was me," said her husband. "Let's make our order
before my stomach growls again. I need to get some food—
corn, mashed potatoes and gravy, and chicken in my stomach."
He and his wife ordered and now waited in the lobby
for their food. He smells it, sees it, and wants it—chicken!

They all wait in a crowd for their chicken,
because they all need food in their stomach.
They all stand around the lobby
while someone else makes their order
and another decides what they should eat.
When it's ready, they go to the front counter to get their food.

"I need some, I want some, I crave for food.
I'll get the Cajun Rice, Catfish, and Fried Chicken."
"Dang, you already had so much. Do you need to eat
anymore? Pretty soon it will be a big balloon stomach."
The hungry friend says to the cashier, "Hi, I'd like to make my order."
He shakes his head in disbelief at his hungry friend in the lobby.

You need food in your stomach?
Go get Popeyes’ chicken and make your order,
then you’ll eat and listen to the music in the lobby.

Poem for Wednesday

This poem I wrote for my favorite modern Romeo and Juliet (Edward and Bella). I love the Twilight Saga that Stephenie Meyer, who is one of my favorite authors, made me like reading about romance and so I began reading more and more romance books.

Well, here is the poem I wrote about Edward and Bella based on the new recent movie "New Moon."
Note: The style/form of this poem is a villanelle.

Edward & Bella

You can’t leave me. We’re meant for each other
And we’re supposed to be together forever.
How could you leave me? You promised me

you'd stay with me as long as I wanted you.
But, you lied. Did you think yourself clever?
You can’t leave me. We’re meant for each other,

so you can’t leave me because I’ll be old and blue.
You said you’d want me still while you’d stay young forever.
How could you leave me? You promised me—

were we meant to be like Romeo and Juliet? Give me a clue
of what we can do, so you can stay. Morever,
you can’t leave me. We’re meant for each other,

because we love each other like dew
on a tree. You couldn’t resist me, so how could you ever—
how could you leave me? You promised me!

I don’t care what you think. I always knew
we were different but I love you. Whatever,
you can’t leave me. We’re meant for each other—
how could you leave me? You promised me.

Poem for Today (Tuesday)

So, I finally have caught up with my poems to tell you my poem for today, Tuesday. I play racquetball every now and then, so I decided to write a poem about it. The form/style of today's poem is a rimas dissolutas. Here is the poem, let me know what you think of it:

Winning the Racquet Game

Blue ball goes bouncing
Back and forth, then it
Hits the white wall
Again and again till it calms down

The announcer is announcing
Where the winner should sit
Afterwards, the player goes down the hall
She exclaims in victory and acts like a clown

She begins jouncing
With her racquet and thinks she’s a wit
Because she’s able to hit the ball
Consistently without fail in a gown

She knows no end in flouncing
And she will never ever quit
Until she can no longer sprawl
Or until she has beaten everyone in town

Poem for Monday

Let me know what you think of this poem:

At Sea

The sky is beautiful and blue, yet clear
and bright. The sun will rise and make it shine
in the East then everywhere. The clouds are white
and fluffy, but asleep and dreaming rain.

The wind is silent, but is feeling sharp
with anticipation of brewing grief.
The seagulls talk among themselves and play
a game with water bathing fishes’ scales.

Sometimes a seagull catches one or two,
while it is diving in the blue and green
abyssal sea. The seagulls hear it first;
the birth of storm approaching near and far.

They fly away to find a safe and large
vicinity to shelter all of them.
The sun escapes behind the clouds to keep
away and dry. The sky no longer bright

and clear; it grows obscure and strange. The sea
meanders back and forth, then jostling fierce.
The air discerns disdain around the sea
and sky. The sea arises from ground and roars;

the sky unravels lightning rapidly
and thunders. Battling as fast as light,
they go away and sleep until they meet
again for battle. Brightness comes and shines

The seagulls come again at sea to play;
the sky returns to normal like before.
At sea the weather strikes whenever sky
and sea encounters peace, delight, and rage.

Poem for Sunday

Tell me what you think of my poem for Sunday:

Humpty Dumpty

Humpty Dumpty—that’s me!
An English veteran I was in the 17th century civil war
Between the Royalists and Parliamentarians.
I, a Royalist, was loyal and royal as I could be.

Why were we fighting against the Parliamentarians?
I’ll tell you why. They wanted freedom, but we wanted
Them to be loyal to us—the king!
Colchester, the town I and the Royalists lived in,

Was what the Parliamentarians wanted to take from us,
Because it was a land so great and beautiful!
While the war was going on, I didn’t know
I was going to get the biggest shock of my life.

I was the epitome of elegance and perfect roundness.
No other could match or defeat me.
I sat high above the gray and powerful wall
Encircling St Mary’s Church and the fort.

The Parliamentarians shot a direct canon
At the fort which we suffered greatly—not only
The wall but ME, who was sitting on the wall.
I wasn’t aware of the canon until it was too late;

I tumbled to the ground and broke
Into hundreds of pieces. The Royalists, all the King’s men,
Tried to raise me on to another part of the wall—
But they all failed over and over!

All those who thought I was a hollow, weightless egg
In a black, classy tuxedo were wrong!
I was a massive and beefy cannon!
The Royalists opened the gates of Colchester

And surrendered, because I could no longer
Hold and protect the fort.
The drastic consequences of not putting me
Back together came about us losing Colchester.

Years and years went by; I still lay on the ground
In a sad, fallen disarray in uneven pieces
For no one could put me back together.
I became a legend that everyone knew me—even babies!

Poem for Saturday

Hey all,

Sorry, I didn't post anything up for the weekend because I was lazy and too tired to do it. But I'm going to post up one poem for those days that I missed. So here is the first one:

Aquafina the Water Bottle

Water in a 20 ounce plastic bottle
It is pure water and is the perfect taste
Which the label says.
I concur that it does taste refreshingly
Like pure water, but I'm not sure
if it is the perfect taste.
It tastes like cool, clean, and clear air.
The water swishes back and forth
When I'm drinking and moving the bottle
I feel the cold wetness on my tongue.
Then it swirls down my esophagus
And down and through to my stomach.
I drink some more because I can't get enough
Perhaps, it is the "perfect taste"
I want more to quench my thirst.
The Aquafina water bottle
Is now empty and silent.
Only remnants of water drops
And water vapor surround the inside.
The tight cap covers it and traps
Whatever lasting drop of it there.
I recycle the bottle because
There is a 'Recycle Sign'
At the bottom of the blue wrapper.
I've made "smart choices made easy."

A Poem A Day

From this day onward, I would like to try and post one poem a day.

My first poem was written for my Fundamentals of Poetry course that I took last semester. I had lots of fun writing poems last fall. This poem was inspired by the painting I looked at, and I had to write a poem about the subject matter. Below is the painting called "Little Girl in a Blue Armchair" by Mary Cassatt.


Today's first poem is:

Little Girl in a Blue Armchair

The room is filled with blue armchairs

Of assorted color flower designs

They’re cushiony, fluffy, and comfy

Like large cotton-balls and smooth like satin silk.

Cool air-condition blows in the room

Soft light creeps through the living room

Remnants of the Cajun chicken’s aroma

Buzz through the air to her nose.

She thinks about tomorrow.

First day of school after summer break.

Not terribly excited for second-grade

And summer vacation ending.

It’s like doing homework every day.

She sits there on the blue armchair

She waits for her mother and father

She stares at the dog and beige carpet

She listens to all the adults’ chatter and laughter

She scratches her neck and makes a tight-lipped expression.

Wearing a white frilly cotton dress

That is now sticking on her sweaty

Forearms and thighs

Black cotton socks and black dress shoes

Feel tight and wet on her feet.

She wishes to be at home

To change from the dry-sweaty clothes

To a comfortable t-shirt and shorts.