Poem #1
In this box, it smells of mould and rotted rust,
hidden away, where her sharpness turns to shards of golden dust.
She rocks the box, gently and slow with a rhythmic flow,
It's too dark to notice if anyone even knows.
She is tucked away in a corner,
to the left, on the highest shelf-
No one wants to hear her, the truth may linger out.
The words that she speaks are thoughtful with a grand mind of design,
With such shuttered surprise,
she speaks, then is quickly despised.
Poem #2
Leading a wicked herd,
you catch a kiss in your eye,
Piercing shocks wake you,
tight breaths hold you,
Eyebrows then raise you,
scowling smirks cast you,
reeling you-
eyes roll back scolding you,
missing a kiss in your eye.
Good though is great, but with blind blemishes of bliss!
the great is whisked with weight, which we often forsake!
Minded masks of misfortune, it's an ocean that we rake-
Sometimes it's good, then we wait, just to be to late.
The hour has passed, good ghostly goes by,
We talk now of rebels and of streaked scattered skies,
Good grabs a hold, wrestled and misused-
Only if we spoke of gathered good news.
Poem #3
Kid's Story #1
Bridget was brilliant and beamingly happy because she could buzz and bounce and become friends with people like Bonny, Billy and Bart. Bridget could grow all throughout the years being as busy as a bee.
Everyone adored Bridget at school and home, everyone loved being busy with B and that was very beautiful.
