Bad Poetry

Posted on July 4th, 2007 by gail helen.
Categories: Education, Personal, Literary, Omnia Vanitas, Meta-Fors, Poetry, Random.

In my Young Adult Literature class, we’ve been talking about the particularly kind of poetry that adolescents write. My last post reminded me of a poem I wrote about headaches years ago, and I thought I’d share it with you for a laugh. The formatting was better, and I’m couldn’t remember all the words . . . Wish I could crack open my old WordPerfect files, but alas, you’ll just have to make do. :)

Pain

On nights like these I swallow
flakes of bleached bone snow.
A familiar knot of cold forms
until the moon is not
so big
and the stars are not
so bright
and I can see the strings
anyway . . .

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Babysitting Michael

Posted on April 20th, 2007 by gail helen.
Categories: Education, Personal, Omnia Vanitas, Current Events, Poetry.

…

Michael

is ‘ix years old

on ‘Unday

he tells you

and is proud

today he rode a yellow school bus

big boy               he laughs

and points to

himself

…

unused to kids

you smile and warm up

some Spaghettios

as he flips

channels all by

himself, you say

big boy               he laughs

you laugh

…

he cries

and you leave

the kitchen

terrified

beyond reason

shocked to see him

fine, on the couch

tear-streaked but whole

he points

…

BreakingNews

…

kids

born a decade before

him are covered with blood

or                sheets

or are clustered

together       sobbing

in windows

yellow bus windows

and michael is

not laughing

as he asks

you

…

why boys

cry on pretty bus?

…

1999

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