Poetry 2007-2008

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Poetry 2007-2008
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The Cogs of Life
By Nick Blazer

Chronos marches on unnoticed, casting a shadow upon creation.
The wind mourns fiercely; Atropos has severed yet another thread.
The light wanes as a pale crescent ascends into the heavens.
The once radiant inferno, now weakened, retreats into horizon.

Gaia, now bathed in the lunar shadow, withers away,
But even the mighty grip of Thanatos cannot subdue the great Wheel,
For the fiery chariot endlessly will reclaim the skies with brilliance
And in the warmth, Gaia will once again return from peaceful slumber



The Pigs are All Lined Up
By Nick Blazer

There is a pervasive sameness
A dulling in the colors around me
Repetition in a sense of black and white
A collective surrender to the powers that be

The drones, they march onward
Like ants in a line
Seeking nothing, following blindly
A complete lack of motivation and individualism

Every day we organize ourselves more and more
A hive mentality of the highest order



Achromatic
By Lisa Bowman

Yesterday was a great day.
I can’t wait until tomorrow.
But today?
I could do without.

There’s so much that I would take back
And just as much I’d leave behind
But everyday I wish that
There was no such thing as time

The most insured thing in life is change.
That means that nothing stays the same
That means that things will remain
As more things will be gained

If yesterday was black
And tomorrow will be white
Then all it is today is gray
We have nothing certain to say.

Embrace the black
Anticipate the white
Gray will blend
And life will mend.



Endless Time
By Lisa Bowman

Yesterday and today
makes no difference
past, present, future
histories and mysteries
now and then or later
young and old are stories told
by each clock's chime to measure time
that was then, this is now
I know now, but wonder how
what it's about

from night to day
the silenced say
the world's the same
either way
sunset, sunrise
we live, we die
we fail and try
again and again
yet never win

the battle of time cannot be tamed
the measure of life cannot be named
for time is nothing but a game
we cheat, we steal
we hide, reveal
we run but can't escape the deathful state
our wretched fate, the unknown shape
that will erase all time from life
and life of time
for all is just a rhyme
repeating itself line
by line
until the end starts back again
where it began
this endless time



Inspiration
By Lisa Bowman

brushstrokes rushing through my veins
colors swirling in my head
going more insane
from the words that you have said
lightening the pressure
with moments getting bolder
freshening the picture
as images get older
covering the canvas
making points across the page
screaming "I CAN'T STAND THIS"
dredging timing age
studying reflections
silent recognitions
drifting into dreams
writing words to sing
and to be sung
when the right time comes
capturing the moments
the drive inside of me
like
climbing shapeless mountains
jumping off of unmarked cliffs
only to fall
into the fountain
of expression

my motive to live




Faith of the Heart
By Craig Bradney

Long roads,
Stretching out beyond all sight.
Long nights,
Spent cold and alone.

Wishing for more,
To feel completed.
Having to wait,
For time to pass.

Needing the feelings,
To hold on to what is true.
Clinging to what the heart feels,
And believing it every day.

Holding close,
To those feelings.
Dreaming of the day,
When things will be perfect.

Wishing for more,
Knowing it cannot be yet.
Dreaming of the day,
When one dance will cement it all.



The Highway
By Craig Bradney

A lone figure emerges,
Boots awash in dust.
Walking from within the ruins,
Of dreams once coming true.

The lost soul is what he looks for,
A never-ending search has begun.
That fateful journey,
The traveler never dreamt he’d make.

Each and every day,
The lone man walks on.
Never finding rest,
Always on the move.

The one thing he desires to find,
Always seems to elude him.
Sometimes he will catch a glimpse,
And then he finds the image to be nothing but an illusion.

At long last he discovers,
For all the effort has been for naught.
The traveler stops,
For he sees the road has no end.


Sarah Eppen Drumbeats
Drums begin to beat,
sounding the rhythm known
since the beginning of time.
They grow louder until
my bones vibrate
with the rhythm.
I cannot tell if the music
is real or a product of imagination.

I look up towards the sky, and
stars pulsate, changing
colors so rapidly that my
head spins as I watch.
The stars dance to the music,
stopping when it stops.

The drums continue to pound
inside my head – a rhythm
only I can hear after
that last drink.



I turn to you
By Kaylee Johnson

Whenever I need a friend…
I turn to you
and you assure me you are to the end.

Whenever bad things come my way…
I turn to you
and you make my troubles go away.

Whenever I frown…
I turn to you
and you turn the frown upside down.

Whenever I don’t feel right…
I turn to you
and you guide me through the night.

Whenever I feel I can’t go on…
I turn to you
suddenly those feelings are gone.

Whenever i just need to talk…
I turn to you
and you say “come let’s take a walk”

So no matter where life takes me to…
I’ll turn to you
and I know I’ll make it through.

Sheila Loebs Evan James

A new baby's life
Is like the start of a tale,
Whose trials and adventures,
Only time will unveil.

Before you imagine,
What his future will bring,
Stop for a moment,
And consider one thing.

If we are measured,
By the lives we touch,
For one so small,
He has accomplished so much.

He gave a young lady
A new title to flaunt.
She was once just a sister,
But now she's an aunt.

His parents have parents
To give them a hand.
Because of him,
We now call them grand.

Some were grandparents
Long before that date;
The day he was born,
He made them great.

Without even knowing
What he had done,
He made a father
Of another man's son.

He touched one life
More than any other.
He is the miracle
That made her a mother.



Sonnet 25: Autumn’s Fall
By Amanda Newharth

There are splashes of color ev’rywhere:
Beauty and peace surround me on all sides:
It’s so perfect I can’t help but to stare
As an eagle over my head now glides;
My gaze follows him into the sunset.
The soft scent of flowers enters my nose
As the final flowers of spring are met
With a crisp chill as an autumn wind blows.
The hum of insects form a melody
That blends with the twittering of the birds.
I’d float away if my heart would let me.
To do this scene justice there are no words—
The stars begin to twinkle up above
The only thing I’m missing is your love.



Sonnet 4: Childhood
By Amanda Newharth

My entire life I have wished on stars.
Following rainbows to find pots of gold,
Fantasies of travel in those fast cars:
Such silly dreams don’t go far I’ve been told.
As a girl I was allowed to pretend:
Being an animal was just a game.
But now since I have grown such things must end.
Why can’t everything just remain the same?
Mommy’s kisses that had healing powers
Warm cookies that chased away my troubles.
Riding in tractors with daddy for hours,
Turning cartwheels, then off to chase bubbles.
Loving so freely-like everyone should
If only I could have stayed in childhood.