POETRY MONTH

April was Poetry Month at the Mariposa County Library.
This year, since we haven't yet recieved enough poems to make up a book, Poetry Month will be extended into May. There are still plenty of gift certificates left! Teenagers, please submit your poetry to the library in person or by email to katie.hertfelder@sjvls.org . Here are the excellent poems we have recieved so far:

MY REMINDER

by Derek Strock

Can you feel it

pulsating through your veins

Love - the purest form of life

meaningless words said

small looks spared

to find out in the end

you lost one of your closest friends

One action to another

You still want to wonder

If you couldn't have turned back

Would you have went forward

SOMEDAY

by Derek Strock

Here's to holding caskets of old friends

When the death of a new day ends

the sun will rise to all but your eyes

I wil be there someday

Laying six feet under souls can't be heard

standing atop such a shallow grave

Left inside such a deep place

the angels draw their swords

the demons pull knives

All at war for one soul

THE WORD LOVE

by Derek Strock

Love - what does this mean

so commonly used

yet so rare to find

a look of lust

when dawn turns to dust

The color of your eyes

mixed into the jet black sky

a couple of letters

a few dates

mixed with a passionate kiss

to walk on water

to walk on coals

to find your calling Love

I will fight even the heavens above

my body grows cold

my sight becomes dim

please lead me with your light

please take me in

GIVE

by Derek Strock

Give away your life

to better your heart

one final lament

our last chance

look up to a cloudy sky

Close your eyes

let out a forsaken prayer

A silent scream

all you hear is an echo

inside this hollow ground

the flood gates have opened

you feel your life pulse

with every beat of her heart

The center of our world

THE MEMORIES

by Amanda Adams

Memories flow

like the stream that flows into my hand.

They seem so recent,

but they are so far away.

They're almost like dreams

but really, they are reality.

They make my heart flutter

but at the same time,

my heart breaks along with my soul.

At the time, I loved these memories.

But now, I loathe them.

My soul screams at these images

when my heart longs for them.

They call out to me

as if they are a human being.

A part of me wants to re-live them,

but a damaged part wants them to disappear.

The reflections I see

in this stream that flows into my hand are only

my sweet dreams that are true.

They are only

the memories.

MY STRANGE CLIENT

by Rebecca Adams

I have a giant for a client.

His name is Bryant.

He likes ice with rice

and a slice of dice.

He is not an early bird

but he is a

mocking bird.

He has a pillow that is an

armadillo.

He has a pet

pirhanna. Her name is

Donna. He gets

stage fright when

watching Snow White.

He can also do a cartwheel

while eating oatmeal.

If you ask me, I will

agree he is a strange client

but what can I say. He is a giant.

EARTH

by Alex Bauer

The Earth is a beautiful non-disgraceful place

Every minute, every second, cannot be retraced

Sometimes it is not fair, it can be really bitter

Just remember one thing......do not LITTER!

To be chosen to live here is a very special thing.

So grab some wings to fly along while you listen to the

birds sing.

It's not all about nature; it's about the people too.

We respect them, we protect them, and help them make it

through.

This big ball spinning round and round is filled with love

and care. Sometimes it has its ups and downs, but we

should never despair.