Category: 06th

Pencil Marks

Pencil Marks-

The pencil marks
Leaving our thoughts
On each page;
Leaving only our
Deepest feelings
To drown in the words;
Leaving our understandings
Of the world
In the hands of a notebook;
In which we savor memories
That we will later treasure;
The pencil is tired
From moving across the page;
One day I’ll look back,
At the pages real close,
And I’ll remember the pencil
That noted the memories,
That mattered the most

Jupiter

In his long tunnel
The hamster peeks out,
His little pink
Nose, twitching,
His tiny paws carry
Him into
His wheel;
He takes a few steps,
Then runs away,
Chittering;
He climbs into
His perfect, round, burrow:
He shifts around,
Finding the
Perfect position;
Then falls asleep,
Dreams of running.

Candle Bliss

I walk across my room,
Lighting my candle,
That smells like perfume,
The flame rises up,
And then back down,
It’s going side to side,
Giving me the opposite of a frown.
It looks so pretty,
Like the stars in the night,
I started to walk away,
But I heard a whisper,
It feels like I’m talking,
To a long lost sister.

Chairs

You see them on porches and on lawns
down by the lakeside,
usually arranged in pairs implying a couple
could sit there and look out
at the water or the big shade trees.
The trouble is you never see anyone
sitting in these forlorn chairs
though at one time it must have seemed
a good place to stop and do nothing for a while.
Sometimes there is a little table
between the chairs where no one
is resting a glass or placing a book facedown.
It might be none of my business,
but it might be a good idea one day
for everyone who placed those vacant chairs
on a veranda or a dock to sit down in them
for the sake of remembering
whatever it was they thought deserved
to be viewed from two chairs
side by side with a table in between.
The clouds are high and massive that day.
The woman looks up from her book.
The man takes a sip of his drink.
Then there is nothing but the sound of their looking,
the lapping of lake water, and a call of one bird
then another, cries of joy or warning—
it passes the time to wonder which.

The Book

The book falls with a thud
Whoever touched it?
Not the rose bud
Sitting on the shelf the book was once on
The dead rose petals shrivel upon
The steams so green, yet so dead
You’ll never know that it’s just in your head

The book’s indents glow a gleaming red
Just enough to sense the misread
Sentences inside, perhaps in Latin
The pages feel soft, just like satin
When you open it up, do be aware
You never know why it smells of pear

The book is full of stories
Live ones that tell the glories
Of the young & the old
Of the quiet & the bold
Of the common & untold
Of the worst & the gold

The book will tell you of the future & the past
These stories shall everlast
Until the day
The 5th of May
When all is said and done
May the readers, have some fun

Night – Time

The fun joys of daylight,
Soon overflow with the sound of “good night”.
And as you tuck into bed,
Tiredness fleds.

The dark can be scary to some,
But the beautiful specks in the night sky can help you overcome.
These specks are called stars,
With their lovely charm and gleam on cars.

The darkness of the night isn’t just about stars tho,
Because one day you could be greeted with elegant snow.
And it’s the city lights time to shine,
While the birds chirp and say goodnight.

A Taken Token

Someone stole my token,
I can’t find it anywhere,
Someone stole my token,
It is not in my hair.
Someone stole my token,
It’s somewhere it that fog,
Someone stole my token,
I think it’s in a hog.
Someone stole my token,
I think I left it in a bag,
Someone stole my token,
I hope it’s not in that rag.

My Family is An Amusement Park

My Family is an amusement park. My sister is the roller coaster, as her emotions rise and fall. she cries, she yells, she wines, but other times she shines with happiness.

My Mom is like those spinning alien rides. When she is mad at you your head spins like a dreidel, when she is done with the storm of madness all of the spinning stops. And she is as happy and fun as can be.

My dad is like a carnival game, at the start he is fun and enjoyable, but when you start to get towards the end if you do anything wrong the whole game goes the other way.