A dream is something that we see,
‘cause when we’re snoring and lying in bed
Sometimes our eyes want to keep on seeing-
They get tired of the blankness of eyelids closed…
Most times we wake up and forget what we saw,
But sometimes we end up seeing something amazing;
‘cause when we do wake up,
We’ll remember everything we saw;
And those dreams
Are the ones that change people.
Dr. King had one of those dreams.
He saw his children,
their smiling faces beaming back at him-
Living in a country where
they weren’t defined by the color of their skin,
A country where
they could sit in the front of the bus;
Drink from the same fountain,
And get the same education
that the white children could;
But black and white didn’t matter though,
‘cause everyone was equal.
Dr. King woke up and he shared his dream with people,
‘cause they too got tired of being judged by the color of their skin
they too got tired of being separate and unequal
They too wanted to be equal
He told everyone about his dream
He wanted them to see his dream
And all those beside him helped to realize that dream
And that was something amazing.
Martin Luther King died changing the world around him.
But the world didn’t stop changing,
People didn’t stop dreaming,
And his children
Would start seeing his dream
As do we.
-Alex Jamal
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Run Run
Remember your little friend
the gingerbread man
he said what he meant
very straight foward
"run run as fast as you can you can't catch me I'm the gingerbread man"
you still ran after him
knowing you couldn't get him
but that didn't stop you
nothing could
time and time again
not learning your lesson
you chased this helpless friend
knowing you could get no where
his tricks were too well thought
your mind not well taught
in reverse phsycology and false deception
the chase continued to go on
your happiness long time since gone
you thought it was worth it
getting closer.. bit by bit
but he was fast
oh he was quick
he knew every little trick
but there was nothing you could do
you wanted to decorate him
in the finest attire
arrange his gumdrops in rainbow order
but he thought nothing of you but a liar
he saw your obsession
still ran away, continuing saying
to this very day
"run run as fast as you can you can't catch me I'm the gingerbread man"
And you couldn't.
So where does this leave you?
What does this leave you.
Hungry, very hungry
hurting shins
I learned my lesson
I think so
When the next gingerbreadman runs by
I WONT GO!
Becky :)
Remember your little friend
the gingerbread man
he said what he meant
very straight foward
"run run as fast as you can you can't catch me I'm the gingerbread man"
you still ran after him
knowing you couldn't get him
but that didn't stop you
nothing could
time and time again
not learning your lesson
you chased this helpless friend
knowing you could get no where
his tricks were too well thought
your mind not well taught
in reverse phsycology and false deception
the chase continued to go on
your happiness long time since gone
you thought it was worth it
getting closer.. bit by bit
but he was fast
oh he was quick
he knew every little trick
but there was nothing you could do
you wanted to decorate him
in the finest attire
arrange his gumdrops in rainbow order
but he thought nothing of you but a liar
he saw your obsession
still ran away, continuing saying
to this very day
"run run as fast as you can you can't catch me I'm the gingerbread man"
And you couldn't.
So where does this leave you?
What does this leave you.
Hungry, very hungry
hurting shins
I learned my lesson
I think so
When the next gingerbreadman runs by
I WONT GO!
Becky :)
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Making the Connection
Dedicated to me, for missing yet another scholarship deadline
I could have sworn I saw my brother in your eyes
except for the fact that you look better and haven’t come to realize
that the photograph I hold in my hand is of you,
a thousand miles away covered in disappointment, sweat, and tears.
I want to say that you look lost with a touch of anger
because I find myself in the same position, the same pain, only quieter.
These tears are salty because this report card is bad and
I just might not go to college and help the world as I’d planned.
Every C,D, and F is another itinerary cancelled
and for some reason…I don’t think you’d appreciate that.
You see my brother from another brother and another world entirely
we are connected you and I.
How I can’t say yet, but because of you I must try.
Pretty words can only get me so far
and Pretty grades can’t tell what I do out of home;
while you were playing with sticks
and breaking calcified bones
My Words have been spilling stories of Israel and Palestine
of how I wish that their governments would drop more than just lifelines
…tales of a president beyond color and past within the U.S.
of how hope could eventually ease our struggles and all of our distress.
Stories last a lifetime if the words are on paper
and as if by your persistence,
my personal library continues to grow greater.
The stories I read and the stories I tell
have taken up my time and so in school I don’t do well.
Instead, I tell people to lean, to listen now and then
Focus on the bigger picture, don’t try and pinpoint the when.
I’ll take own advice and I won’t crumple your photo
I will dry my eyes, still insisting on some greater good .
The next A is for you,
I know this although nothing is set in stone
I’m going to find myself just for you,
and together
we’re coming home.
Fuller.D
I could have sworn I saw my brother in your eyes
except for the fact that you look better and haven’t come to realize
that the photograph I hold in my hand is of you,
a thousand miles away covered in disappointment, sweat, and tears.
I want to say that you look lost with a touch of anger
because I find myself in the same position, the same pain, only quieter.
These tears are salty because this report card is bad and
I just might not go to college and help the world as I’d planned.
Every C,D, and F is another itinerary cancelled
and for some reason…I don’t think you’d appreciate that.
You see my brother from another brother and another world entirely
we are connected you and I.
How I can’t say yet, but because of you I must try.
Pretty words can only get me so far
and Pretty grades can’t tell what I do out of home;
while you were playing with sticks
and breaking calcified bones
My Words have been spilling stories of Israel and Palestine
of how I wish that their governments would drop more than just lifelines
…tales of a president beyond color and past within the U.S.
of how hope could eventually ease our struggles and all of our distress.
Stories last a lifetime if the words are on paper
and as if by your persistence,
my personal library continues to grow greater.
The stories I read and the stories I tell
have taken up my time and so in school I don’t do well.
Instead, I tell people to lean, to listen now and then
Focus on the bigger picture, don’t try and pinpoint the when.
I’ll take own advice and I won’t crumple your photo
I will dry my eyes, still insisting on some greater good .
The next A is for you,
I know this although nothing is set in stone
I’m going to find myself just for you,
and together
we’re coming home.
Fuller.D
Let Our Love Light
Let your love light
Let your love light
Let your love light
Let your love light SHINE
Paper may leave pen but will always come back again
That…that is Love
Let your love light
Let your love light
Let your love light
Let your love light SHINE
Ajay sat with his pen, envisioning
his dreams would always come back again;
so he could tell stories of crumbling ancient temples
lightly dusted with sand,
retold by his father who helped to
retake the great land
from the great empire
who fought a great fight
and lost in a great battle
So they said…
but Ajay knew there was more
MORE there had to be more
to this story past told.
What about the people,
the person,
the soul?
He sat his pen down
and refused to fight the feeling of
being unwound,
the voices in his head were no longer just sounds
but people, persons, souls
urging him on.
Let your love light
Let your love light
Let your love light
Let your love light SHINE
Paper may leave pen but will always come back again
That…that is love
Let your love light
Let your love light
Let your love light
Let your love light SHINE
an Apron full of beans,
dry Hands shelling seeds,
lean Bodies climbing trees,
these were the things he went out to See.
Hugs coming to a standstill,
Love lost in a landfill,
Children’s laughter for a bill,
these were the things he didn’t want to Be
there, surrounding him.
MORE there just had to be more!
But questioning the past was like
questioning the World one Person at a time,
one Generation at a time,
one Memory at a time.
And so Ajay picked back up his pen,
deciding to retell the story once again;
this time for his son and his sons.
Just like his father did for him.
Paper left pen and came back again
That…that was love.
Fuller.D
Let your love light
Let your love light
Let your love light SHINE
Paper may leave pen but will always come back again
That…that is Love
Let your love light
Let your love light
Let your love light
Let your love light SHINE
Ajay sat with his pen, envisioning
his dreams would always come back again;
so he could tell stories of crumbling ancient temples
lightly dusted with sand,
retold by his father who helped to
retake the great land
from the great empire
who fought a great fight
and lost in a great battle
So they said…
but Ajay knew there was more
MORE there had to be more
to this story past told.
What about the people,
the person,
the soul?
He sat his pen down
and refused to fight the feeling of
being unwound,
the voices in his head were no longer just sounds
but people, persons, souls
urging him on.
Let your love light
Let your love light
Let your love light
Let your love light SHINE
Paper may leave pen but will always come back again
That…that is love
Let your love light
Let your love light
Let your love light
Let your love light SHINE
an Apron full of beans,
dry Hands shelling seeds,
lean Bodies climbing trees,
these were the things he went out to See.
Hugs coming to a standstill,
Love lost in a landfill,
Children’s laughter for a bill,
these were the things he didn’t want to Be
there, surrounding him.
MORE there just had to be more!
But questioning the past was like
questioning the World one Person at a time,
one Generation at a time,
one Memory at a time.
And so Ajay picked back up his pen,
deciding to retell the story once again;
this time for his son and his sons.
Just like his father did for him.
Paper left pen and came back again
That…that was love.
Fuller.D
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Time for some self-advertising :)
Hello everyone,
So I just got myself a deviantart profile. All my favorite older poems are on there right now, and I will be putting all my new stuff on there too. I know a few people on here also have one, so friend me!
knutt18.deviantart.com
Hope the club's going well. I'm coming home tomorrow but not in time for the meeting, but hopefully I'll see some of you at the musical this weekend!!
Peace and Love,
Kendra :)
So I just got myself a deviantart profile. All my favorite older poems are on there right now, and I will be putting all my new stuff on there too. I know a few people on here also have one, so friend me!
knutt18.deviantart.com
Hope the club's going well. I'm coming home tomorrow but not in time for the meeting, but hopefully I'll see some of you at the musical this weekend!!
Peace and Love,
Kendra :)
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Juniper
(I know this is maybe more of a story than a poem, but I meant it as a poem, so hopefully it's close enough. This is about when I was happiest.)
The scent still stuns her when she comes across it
It takes her back, eight years and three months to the day.
It's a bittersweet reunion with her memories.
One week of pure bliss,
When life was simple for a while
When the biggest worry was if the sky would be as blue as the day before
It always was.
The alfalfa fields made her happy.
They made the deer happy, too.
She loved standing on the porch and looking out at the whirring sprinklers
She used to whisper the world "alfalfa" to herself and giggle.
She liked the pine trees and the wide open spaces.
She liked the pastures, with all the cows.
She used to moo right back at them.
Her favorite place to go was down by the river.
She'd sing to herself and throw pebbles,
then wade through the stream to put them back in the right spot.
She loved the old pulley swing that pulled her across the water,
Over to the forest where she could spot porcupine quills and beaverteeth marks on the trees.
She loved the campfires and burnt marshmellows.
She got s'mores all over her face every time.
She swam until she looked like a prune and ran home in her bathing suit.
She played volleyball until the stars came out
And learned all about Orion and how to find his belt.
And that smell...she always knew she was home.
She was disappointed when she found out it was only juniper
And not simply something magical in the air.
The horizon couldn't get any wider,
Surrounded by mountains on three sides
Three sisters, standing tall and proud.
She laughed at the names, I remember.
They were so beautiful. So cliched. So right.
Faith, hope, and charity.
Who knew the future would have to hold so much of each?
But the future never crossed her mind.
All she saw were her own size two sneakers pounding down the pavement
All she felt was a bubbling laugh.
She laughed like there was no tomorrow.
When she was there, there was no tomorrow.
There was only today.
~Frances~
The scent still stuns her when she comes across it
It takes her back, eight years and three months to the day.
It's a bittersweet reunion with her memories.
One week of pure bliss,
When life was simple for a while
When the biggest worry was if the sky would be as blue as the day before
It always was.
The alfalfa fields made her happy.
They made the deer happy, too.
She loved standing on the porch and looking out at the whirring sprinklers
She used to whisper the world "alfalfa" to herself and giggle.
She liked the pine trees and the wide open spaces.
She liked the pastures, with all the cows.
She used to moo right back at them.
Her favorite place to go was down by the river.
She'd sing to herself and throw pebbles,
then wade through the stream to put them back in the right spot.
She loved the old pulley swing that pulled her across the water,
Over to the forest where she could spot porcupine quills and beaverteeth marks on the trees.
She loved the campfires and burnt marshmellows.
She got s'mores all over her face every time.
She swam until she looked like a prune and ran home in her bathing suit.
She played volleyball until the stars came out
And learned all about Orion and how to find his belt.
And that smell...she always knew she was home.
She was disappointed when she found out it was only juniper
And not simply something magical in the air.
The horizon couldn't get any wider,
Surrounded by mountains on three sides
Three sisters, standing tall and proud.
She laughed at the names, I remember.
They were so beautiful. So cliched. So right.
Faith, hope, and charity.
Who knew the future would have to hold so much of each?
But the future never crossed her mind.
All she saw were her own size two sneakers pounding down the pavement
All she felt was a bubbling laugh.
She laughed like there was no tomorrow.
When she was there, there was no tomorrow.
There was only today.
~Frances~
Monday, October 6, 2008
Utter Chaos
rules, regulations
class expectations
more responsibility
woop de doo!
more everyone wants you to do
the over excited teachers
sound like long imprisoned preachers
ridding of their guilty soul
ughh respect this... respect that
their rules boring us out of control
Eh! I can't Stand him!
She never smiles.
Oh no that one's really mean!!!
I heard once.. or twice he was stabbed in the spleen.
Passing in assignments
Oh that just looks fine!
The awestruck teachers
My ACHING spine!
Cover this one.
No a three inch binder for that.
Do you remember what happened to Pat?
He moved to Ohio.
Or so
I was told.
Did you meet him.
he makes me want to pee my pants.
I heard
he never waters his plants.
What lunch do you have?
Oh NO! You can't!
All this walking
is making me pant
My first impressions
way passed destroyed
my friends from last year
mostly a VOID!
This chaos is crazy!
Utterly insane.
They call this a school?
Hey, what was your name?
Did you see that freshnan?
He's going to the pool.
We have a Dresscode?
NO WAY! since when?
What's wrong with you!
You're taking HONORS CHEM!!
Geometry what I bust
I know I might hate it
but studying every night
is a must.
Where is woodshop?
I don't know!
Did you see the cop?
Where should I GO!?!?
Ick no I can't go to Spanish.
eww math first!!
give me some time.
I NEED some free verse.
I NEED the bus!
Get me out of this place
my only must.
Puuuhlease I'll buy you a coffee cup.
Oh come! Save me!
Have you seen this tremendous mess!!!
I won't ever survive this year.
I'm buried miles and miles deep in stress!!!
Oh no it's the end.
UGHH It's ONLY JUST BEGUN!
Between all these worries.
I can never have fun.
Becky :)
class expectations
more responsibility
woop de doo!
more everyone wants you to do
the over excited teachers
sound like long imprisoned preachers
ridding of their guilty soul
ughh respect this... respect that
their rules boring us out of control
Eh! I can't Stand him!
She never smiles.
Oh no that one's really mean!!!
I heard once.. or twice he was stabbed in the spleen.
Passing in assignments
Oh that just looks fine!
The awestruck teachers
My ACHING spine!
Cover this one.
No a three inch binder for that.
Do you remember what happened to Pat?
He moved to Ohio.
Or so
I was told.
Did you meet him.
he makes me want to pee my pants.
I heard
he never waters his plants.
What lunch do you have?
Oh NO! You can't!
All this walking
is making me pant
My first impressions
way passed destroyed
my friends from last year
mostly a VOID!
This chaos is crazy!
Utterly insane.
They call this a school?
Hey, what was your name?
Did you see that freshnan?
He's going to the pool.
We have a Dresscode?
NO WAY! since when?
What's wrong with you!
You're taking HONORS CHEM!!
Geometry what I bust
I know I might hate it
but studying every night
is a must.
Where is woodshop?
I don't know!
Did you see the cop?
Where should I GO!?!?
Ick no I can't go to Spanish.
eww math first!!
give me some time.
I NEED some free verse.
I NEED the bus!
Get me out of this place
my only must.
Puuuhlease I'll buy you a coffee cup.
Oh come! Save me!
Have you seen this tremendous mess!!!
I won't ever survive this year.
I'm buried miles and miles deep in stress!!!
Oh no it's the end.
UGHH It's ONLY JUST BEGUN!
Between all these worries.
I can never have fun.
Becky :)
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