MY POETRY WORLD Continued
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A Pizza, a Party, and a Moonlight Ride
Jenny was so happy about the house they had found.
For once in her life 'twas on the right side of town.
She unpacked her things with such great ease.
As she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze.
How wonderful it was to have her own room.
School would be starting, she'd have friends over soon.
There'd be sleep-overs, and parties; she was so happy
It's just the way she wanted her life to be.
On the first day of school, everything went great.
She made new friends and even got a date!
She thought, "I want to be popular and I'm going to be,
Because I just got a date with the star of the team!"
To be known in this school you had to have a clout,
And dating this guy would sure help her out.
There was only one problem stopping her fate.
Her parents had said she was too young to date.
"Well, I just won't tell them the entire truth.
They won't know the difference; what's there to lose?"
Jenny asked to stay with her friends that night.
Her parents frowned but said, "All right."
Excited, she got ready for the big event
But as she rushed around like she had no sense,
She began to feel guilty about all the lies,
But what's a pizza, a party, and a moonlight ride?
Well the pizza was good, and the party was great,
But the moonlight ride would have to wait.
For Jeff was half drunk by this time.
But he kissed her and said that he was just fine.
Then the room filled with smoke and Jeff took a puff.
Jenny couldn't believe he was smoking that stuff.
Now Jeff was ready to ride to the point
But only after he'd smoked another joint.
They jumped in the car for the moonlight ride,
Not thinking that he was too drunk to drive.
They finally made it to the point at last,
And Jeff started trying to make a pass.
A pass is not what Jenny wanted at all
(and by a pass, I don’t mean playing football).
"Perhaps my parents were right....maybe I am too young.
Boy, how could I ever, ever be so dumb."
With all of her might, she pushed Jeff away:
"Please take me home, I don’t want to stay."
Jeff cranked up the engine and floored the gas.
In a matter of seconds they were going too fast.
As Jeff drove on in a fit of wild anger,
Jenny knew that her life was in danger.
She begged and pleaded for him to slow down,
But he just got faster as they neared the town.
"Just let me get home! I'll confess that I lied.
I really went out for a moonlight ride."
Then all of a sudden, she saw a big flash.
"Oh God, Please help us! We're going to crash!"
She doesn't remember the force of impact.
Just that everything all of a sudden went black.
She felt someone remove her from the twisted rubble,
And heard, "Call an ambulance! These kids are in trouble!"
Voices she heard...a few words at best.
But she knew there were two cars involved in the wreck.
Then wondered to herself if Jeff was all right,
And if the people in the other car were alive.
She awoke in the hospital to faces so sad.
"You've been in a wreck and it looks pretty bad."
These voices echoed inside her head,
As they gently told her that Jeff was dead.
They said "Jenny, we've done all we can do.
But it looks as if we'll lose you too."
"But the people in the other car!?" Jenny cried.
"We're sorry, Jenny, they also died."
Jenny prayed, "God, forgive me for what I've done
I only wanted to have just one night of fun."
"Tell those people's family, I've made their lives dim,
And wish I could return their families to them."
"Tell Mom and Dad I'm sorry I lied,
And that it's my fault so many have died.
Oh, nurse, won't you please tell them that for me?"
The nurse just stood there ~ she never agreed.
But took Jenny's hand with tears in her eyes
And a few moments later Jenny died.
A man asked the nurse, "Why didn't you do your best
To bid that girl her one last request?"
She looked at the man with eyes oh so sad.
"Because the people in the other car were her mom and dad."
This story is sad and unpleasant but true,
So young people take heed, it could have been you.
--Author Unknown--
The Raven
Once upon a
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore---
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door---
Only this and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;---vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow---sorrow for the lost Lenore---
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angles named Lenore---
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to the still beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door---
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door;---
This it is and nothing more
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I hear you"---here I opened wide the door;----
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"
Merely this and nothing more.
Back in to the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore---
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;---
'Tis the wind and nothing more!"
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of your;
Not the lease obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--
Perched, and say, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Thought thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "are sure no craven,
Ghastly grin and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore--
Tell what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning---little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door--
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spole only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour
Nothing farther then he uttered---not a feather then he fluttered--
Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before---
One the marrow HE will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore--
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
of 'Never---nevermore.' "
But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore--
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er
SHE shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, me thought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee---by these angles he hath sent thee
Respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, of quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!---prophet still, if bird of devil!---
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted---
On this home by Horror haunted---tell me truly, I implore---
Is there---Is there
balm in
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!---prophet still, if bird of devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us---by that God we both adore---
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angles name Lenore---
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden who the angles name Lenore.."
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign of parting, bird of fiend!" I shrieked, unstarting---
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!---quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, STILL is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall by lifted---nevermore!
-- Edgar Allen Poe--
I don't know the title!
Fill not your hearts with pain and
sorrow, but remember me in every
tomorrow. Remember the joy, the
laughter, the smiles, I’ve only gone
to rest a little while. Although my
leaving causes pain and grief, my
going has eased my hurt and given
me relief. So dry your eyes and
remember me, not as I am now, but
as I used to be. Because, I will
remember you all and look on with
a smile. Understand, in your hearts,
I’ve only gone to rest a little while.
As long as I have the love of each
of you, I can live my life in the
hearts of all of you.
--Author Unknown
A Valentine for the Sweetheart Of My Dreams
Lola Bunny
You are the Bunny I've been looking for all my life.
You’re a star shining in the night.
You're the best at everything you do.
You’re graceful, beautiful, and agile too.
Every time I see you my heart's about to burst.
Everything I'd do I'd do for you.
I'd swim with sharks, walk on red hot coals.
I'd do anything to win your Love.
Lola Bunny I Love you.
--Lana Whitaker--
The
World is my Life
The world is my life
and the world is where I live,
And here I'll find
myself a wife,
And here I'll suffer
this pain and strife.
My name is Earth,
I was born in the
sky,
And it is the place
of my mirth,
And the sea is the
place I die.
--Le Kim N.--
Life
Once in a while you meet someone,
And soon you both discover
The two of you are truly something
Special to each other...
You share your thoughts
And feelings so relaxed, so openly,
And right away you know
Your friendship's truly meant to be.
Life isn't about keeping score.
It's not about how many friends you have
Or how accepted you are.
Not about if you have plans this weekend or if you’re alone.
It isn't about who you are dating,
Who you used to date, how many people you've dated,
Or if you haven't been with anyone at all.
It isn't about who you've kissed,
It's not about sex.
It isn't about who your family is or how much money they have.
Or what kind of car you drive.
Or where you are sent to school.
It's not about how beautiful or ugly you are.
Or what clothes you wear, what shoes you have on.
Or what kind of music you listen to.
It's not if your hair is blonde, red, black, or brown.
Or if your skin is too light or too dark.
Not about what grades you get, how smart you are,
How smart everybody else thinks you are,
Or how smart standardized tests say you are.
It's not about what clubs you're in.
Or how you good are at "your" sport.
It's not about representing your whole being
On a piece of paper and who will "accept the written you."
LIFE JUST ISN'T
But, life is about who you love and who you hurt.
It's about who you make happy or unhappy purposefully.
It's about keeping or betraying trust.
It's about friendship, used as a sanctity or a weapon.
It's about what you say and mean. maybe hurtful, maybe heartening.
About starting rumors and contributing to petty gossip.
It's about what judgments you pass and why.
And who your judgments are spread to.
It’s about who you’ve ignored with full control and intention.
It's about jealousy, fear, ignorance, and revenge.
It's about carrying inner hate and love,
Letting it grow, and spreading it.
But most of all it's about using your life to touch or poison other peoples hearts
In such a way that could have never occurred alone.
Only you choose the way those hearts are affected,
And those choices are what life's all about.
--~deZ—
DreAmZ
I feel I can fly
Yet I fall to the ground.
With my hopes set so high
I'm always let down.
I reach for the stars*
Yet they’re out of my range,
I can't wish to hard
My minds gotta change.
With my head in the clouds,
Empty dreams seem to be,
With my feet on the ground,
Now everything’s reality.
--~deZ—
It Could Happen
A flower petal, falling softly to the ground,
an orange autumn leaf, wafting in the breeze,
a child, playing in a field on a warm summer day,
an elderly couple, sharing a walk like they did fifty years ago,
it could happen.
A father and son, racing each other on a beautiful
spring day, two separate generations, uniting for
one fleeting moment in harmony,
it could happen.
A child, going off to his first day of preschool, the same child in his senior year of college,
the mother, beaming with pride and hope,
the same mother, still with the same pride for her son,
it could happen.
A family, eating, laughing, sharing, talking together
for the first time in 15 years, all of them together,
away from the soccer games, swim meets, hassles,
troubles and problems of everyday life that are thrown at them,
sharing a special meal together,
it could happen.
A man, staring into the face of beauty,
a beauty to be rivaled and envied the world round,
finally asking this tall, pale, blue-eyed,
blonde haired vision of loveliness out to a movie,
fearing rejection, and not tasting it this day,
it could happen.
The same man, looking into the same vision
of loveliness he saw fifty years before in a
vast field with flower petals flying carefree in
the summer wind, the orange autumn leaves
wafting still so gently in the wind, walking with
his personified beauty, remembering
his first day of preschool, his last year of college,
the one night round the dinner table, the day he
beat his father in a race, and the first time they met
each other those fifty years ago as they walk together forever,
it could happen.
--Robert O'Boyle--
Goodbye
The first time I met you
You were just a stranger to me
A very beautiful stranger
Time has past that time
And we were friends
A very close friends
As close as any couples could be
There was a time when you were in my mind
And there was a time when you were in my heart
But, there's only one thing missing
We didn't know how we felt about each other
Time past again
I wanted to tell her that she was a part of me
I wanted to tell her that I would give my life for her
I wanted to tell her how I felt
I wanted to say “I love you"
But, it was to late to say" I love you"
It was to late to tell her how I felt
It was to late for everything
Now, I have only memory of her
Her kindness
The way she smile
The way she laugh
Because, all I can say is
"Goodbye forever and ever"
You will always be in my heart
--Ferdy--
Confused
Why do I feel for you
the way I do
You are my friend
and as much as I don't want to
these feelings towards you begin
I know you have a girlfriend
and that’s a fact
but these feelings I can
no longer hold back
Should I tell you
and let you know
Should I expressed them
and let my emotions show
Every time we talk
I get all tingly inside
but the words to say
are still hard to find
You make me laugh
even when I am down
I don't mind when you are around
Your girlfriend is lucky
to have someone there
someone who really does care
All this may be a shock for you
but my feelings for you are nothing
but true
--LopezDenise--