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Wednesday, May 17, 2006

2006 Teen Express Poetry Anthology

SOUND

By Elaine Leighton

Listen to the sound
Of the music of the hills
They call out with the

Sighing voice of Ages

Play, play the music
This is the heart of your land
Play with finger light and quick
The heart beat of the land

Such happy strains of music
That does befall our ears

Singing the deeds of heroes
Gone and past

Dance with your music
Salute with your ale

Do a 180 on that slim rail


NEW ENGLAND LEAVES

By Shawnee Long

New England leaves fall to the ground,
Red, yellow, orange, and brown.
As the beautiful leaves fall to the ground,

It looks like a blanket all around.
The blanket is soft, smooth, and warm,

As it covers the rows and rows of corn.
When the beautiful leaves fall all around,
It looks like a rainbow down to the ground.


UNTITLED

By Nita Vigil

You ask where I am now.
I am here right by your side.
Had I been anywhere else
Your screams would be justified.

You say I do not care,
And over and over you cry:

That you’ve been left alone

To suffer until you die.

Those voices are not your thoughts,
But the whispers of darkest hell.
Despite what your friends may think,
You’re alive, but you’re not well.

I gave my life for you.
I know that you do not believe.

I see what you hold in your hand;
I feel the pain you’ll try to relieve.

Every time I reach for you-
Heal your wounds with my touch
You never can accept
That One could love you this much.

And here I stand right now,
And I hold you as you cry.

Though you do not love your life
I will not let you die.

Eternally Faithful,
~God


ONE TIME VISITOR

By Phil Vigil

I do not favor the weak,
Or pity the rich or poor.

I come unexpectedly,
In a quiet passing or a scream of pain.

I’m feared more than life itself,
But some long for me.

I’m praised when I touch the old,
But loathed when I find the young.

I can end relationships,
That were never meant to end.

Who am I?

I am Death.

See you next week.



LOVE
By Justin WryLove is caring for someone else.
Love is showing emotion for someone
Else that isn’t just a friend.
Love comes many different ways,
But love also takes time.

Love is taking time out of our busy
Lives to show someone else who
You really are inside.
Love is a very serious word.
It is a word that people use
To give a simple explanation
To the one they care the most
About of how they feel about them.
But love is also taken for granted.
People ignore what it actually is and
Think it is a word you can just
Throw around.
But love is more than that
It’s a word that actually
Means something real.


WONDERING SONG

By Elaine Leighton

Hearing words
Flow through
A wired chain,

Wondering whether

I understand
And whether I can

Dance to what I hear.
The voices of someone else’s

Rhythm and rhyme.


REMINDS ME…

By Ryan Delgado

Gasoline reminds me of fire
Fire reminds me of pain

Pain reminds me of being cut

by a knife
Being cut by a knife reminds me of

being covered in sticky blood
Covered in something sticky

reminds me of duct tape
Duct tape reminds me of

something at a construction sight
Construction sights remind me of

sandpaper
Sandpaper reminds me of

something rough
Something rough reminds me of

a relationship
A relationship reminds me of

being scared
Being scared reminds me of

being lost
Getting lost reminds me of

the remote
The remote reminds me of

being tired
Being tired reminds me of

losing remembrance
of ever being reminded


ODE TO RHYTHM

By Jeff LairdRhythm is the world’s own beat

It keeps us set with its marching feet

It stays in tune to our busy lives

Just like the bees inside their hives

But they have rhythm too

Everything does

From African drummers to Mariposa’s own

Their purpose is to make rhythm known

They stay on time with the world beat

Some people think they have no rhythm, when sitting in their office seat

But they have rhythm too

Everything does

Clank, Rattle, Boom, Bang!

Shake, Tat, Cling, Clang!

All the sounds the world can hold

All have a pulse, though yet untold

But they have rhythm too

Everything does


ODE TO CHOCOLATE

By Sheenie ChavezYour creamy, glossy texture makes my heart fly
My mouth is waiting for you to arrive,
Such a wonderful, tasty delicious treat
Just the thought of eating you, my heart skips a beat.

I wonder what flavor you will be
Nut-filled, caramel, or possibly raspberry?
May you forever be satisfying and sweet
Until someone decides to have you as a bite to eat.

 
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