Poem 11

I tried

For the past four months

all I did was try and try

to be the poet expected of me

But I am not Walt Whitman

I had stanzas and lines from the heart

my emotions and feelings brought out

it showed my own creativity

But I am not Walt Whitman

I tried using the figurative language

like metaphors and similes

while staying away from abstractions

But I am not Walt Whitman

I tried using descriptions and sentiment

my sentimental words were my best

make sure to show not tell

But I am not Walt Whitman

I tried making them musically pleasing

Assonance and Consonance confuse me

I deliberately added Anaphora Alliteration

But I am not Walt Whitman

I tried so hard to make it Rhyme

End, Internal, Slant Oh my!

Every song time I used them

But I am not Walt Whitman

I tried perfecting the Poetic Meter of Prosody

incorporating meter and foot

playing with Accentual Syllabic Verse

But I am not Walt Whitman

I tried a variety of forms presented

I thought my sonnet was great

and my Haikus superb

But I am not Walt Whitman

I even tried a Villanelle

Choosing my words carefully

taking the time to perfect

But I am not Walt Whitman

Now four months later and still

I tried

and tried

But I am not Walt Whitman

Poem 10

Gravity

As The Hours, And The Days, And The Weeks, And The Months, And The Years Roll By

Behind close doors

Crying in the night

Daddy’s little girl

Empty

Fighting the gravity

Give me just a little more time

Heaven knows I’m miserable now

I can’t change it

Just one last time

Kisses on the wind

Let me know

My heart will go on

Nothing lasts forever

Only love can hurt like this

Paralyzed

Quiet times

Reach out of the darkness

Safe and sound

Taking over me

Unanswered prayers

Victims of circumstance

Wishing you were here

XO

Yesterday, today, and probably tomorrow

Zero gravity

*Each line is the name of a song

Poem 9

My senses open my heart to desire

I sit here every day indulging, enjoying

hearing, seeing, touching, smelling, tasting

I wonder what they will bring today

I sit here every day indulging, enjoying

The air feels cool on my face and I smile

I wonder what the day will bring.

When I open my body and let them in.

The air smells fresh and I know

The sound of trees the rustling leaves I see

I open my body and let them in

with these I believe my morning begins

I always start my day this way

hear, see, touch, smell, taste

each of them together do inspire

Now my senses open my heart to desire.

Poem 8-Monster

Sugapuelffuns (Soogapoolfuns)

The Sugapuelffuns is an elephant like creature who lurks with intent in the forest, only to show himself to those who believe in him. Most don’t think he is actually real. He is a dark brown color with long fur and big feet. His long nose drags on the ground and his bushy tail follows right behind him. On a typical day you can find the Sugapuelffuns smelling flowers and eating grass. He is a kind creature and never harms another. The Sugapuelffuns is a vegetarian, eating only plants from the ground. Most of the time the Sugapuelffuns is very lonely because he is only seen to those who believe in him. He does have one friend though. Her name is little duck. Below is a picture of the quaint being. So innocent.


*inspired by the Sesame Character Snuffleupagus

poem 7-Haikus

Swaying left and right

As the branch releases them

leaves fall to the ground

Look up at the sky

White shiny ball blinding me

Squint and close one eye

A strong gust of wind

the cold air pinches my face

warm inside my coat

daisies rising up

poison ready to attack

it’s time for sneezing

Poem 6

I do

Poem 5

Satisfaction

I wake up with determination

Today it will be different.

There’s so much that I want to do

and only I can make it happen

I wake up with Determination

where in the world is my gym shoe!

I’m going to hit the finish line

five, ten, fifteen, twenty, 26.2

I wake up with determination

a blank page with taunting pain

my hands tingle ready write

the words come to my brain

I wake up with determination

a tornado hit my house

laundry, dishes, vacuum, sweep

the rush of clean is oh so sweet

I wake up with determination

I'm invisible and filled with fear

my heart beats fast as our eyes meet

he grins from ear to ear

I wake up with determination

I great reward I must find

wake up with determination

go to bed with peace of mind

Poem 4 (updated)

His smile lights up the darkness of the days

He is as close to you as any brother

You are simply lost within his gaze

But he finds love in that of someone other.

There is something ‘bout that bond you share,

The smiles, the joy, the laughter and the tears.

That makes you feel like you’re floating on air

And when he’s near the whole world disappears.

But his heart longs for some more lucky girl

As you sit and wait for days on end

He is the reason you’re head’s in a whirl

Because he is nothing more than a friend

He never can know how you truly feel

But your dreams make up for what isn’t real.

Poem 3

HADDON TOWNSHIP, N.J., (CBS) — Authorities continue to investigate the death of a three-year-old New Jersey boy who went missing and was later found dead early Tuesday morning.

Friends, family and neighbors gathered Tuesday night to remember the young boy.

“It’s disheartening. It’s really sickening. I spent all day at work just thinking about this little one and couldn’t wait to come home and see her and I just really feel for the family and I couldn’t imagine having to go through anything like that,” said a resident.

A community is in pain as they mourn the death of three-year-old Brendan Link Creato.

Many of the people in attendance held candles and tried to hold back tears as they sang and read different poems and bible verses.

“But it’s fascinating that this entire town came together, when people who don’t even know him went out looking for him. It’s an amazing town,” said a resident.

As CBS 3’s David Spunt reports, neighbors woke up to text messages from authorities asking for help to find the three-year-old. He went missing from his dad’s apartment early Tuesday morning around 6 a.m. An intense search continued, until 9 a.m. when authorities found the little boy’s body near the woods not even half a mile from his dad’s home.

Eyewitness News has learned Brendan’s parents are separated and he spent the night with his dad. Family friends tell Eyewitness News both parents spent hours being questioned by police.

The crowd placed candles, stuffed animals, and a collage, in front the building where he spent the night. Brendan’s grandfather David Creato told Eyewitness News:  “I hope no parent or grandparent has to go through this. Brendan was the sunshine of our lives. He had a special character about him. We are devastated.”

Around 300 people showed up for the vigil to remember the little boy. Many in the crowd knew Brendan personally.

“He loved Pirates. He loved cats and dogs and he was going to be the Hulk for Halloween. He had his costume ready. He was a joy,” family friend Donna Duca said.

Samantha Denoto, Brendan’s mother released this statement to Eyewitness News:

“We are heartbroken by the loss of our beautiful boy Brendan Creato.   Along with the Creato family, who also lost a son and grandson, we are grieving and tremendously saddened. 

We thank the community, which searched this morning for Brendan and gathered tonight in his memory.  We appreciate your efforts and kind words.

We do not have any answers about what occurred. 

We do not intend to make any further statements.  We do not plan to speak to the media.  We request that we be provided with privacy during this very difficult time.”  

No one was charged with Brendan’s death as of Tuesday evening. Detectives are looking for tips. If you have any information, call the Camden County Prosecutor’s Office.

http://philadelphia.cbslocal.com/2015/10/13/vigil-boy-haddon-township/

Poem 2

Complete

It happens every week

A trip the the market

to buy food for what seems like

a year

Soon I’m home

The trunk taunting me

with the work I have

don’t know how I’ll do it

I stare at the bags

Overwhelmed they stare back

I can’t do it

No! you can

You can

One by one

each bag of cold frozen bricks

feeling heavier

weighing me down

I have them all

ready start my journey

slowly step by step

the bags are knives in my limbs

almost there

Finally I make it

Painfully freeing my arms

The list is empty, fridge full

once again the job complete