2006 Teen Express Poetry Anthology
SOUND
Listen to the sound
Of the music of the hills
They call out with the
Sighing voice of Ages
This is the heart of your land
Play with finger light and quick
The heart beat of the land
That does befall our ears
Singing the deeds of heroes
Gone and past
Salute with your ale
Do a 180 on that slim rail
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
I am here right by your side.
Had I been anywhere else
Your screams would be justified.
And over and over you cry:
That you’ve been left alone
To suffer until you die.
But the whispers of darkest hell.
Despite what your friends may think,
You’re alive, but you’re not well.
I know that you do not believe.
I see what you hold in your hand;
I feel the pain you’ll try to relieve.
Heal your wounds with my touch
You never can accept
That One could love you this much.
And I hold you as you cry.
Though you do not love your life
I will not let you die.
~God
ONE TIME VISITOR
By Phil Vigil
I do not favor the weak,
Or pity the rich or poor.
In a quiet passing or a scream of pain.
But some long for me.
But loathed when I find the young.
That were never meant to end.
LOVE
But love also takes time.
Lives to show someone else who
You really are inside.
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.
People ignore what it actually is and
Think it is a word you can just
Throw around.
Means something real.
WONDERING SONG
By Elaine Leighton
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…
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
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.
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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