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have a gun, The holes effect or sword, bow, or started immediately. dagger. down to his knees Though the report he sank. will say The wind itself that he did. called out why
I saw him raise his And so I watched hands. a man draw his last There was fear breaths. deep in his eyes, but He was my personal he faced me like a TV, man. a movie played just for me. And like a man he The camera focusing died. on his accursed The order came in, eyes.
-Zachary Dremann
Poetry
Found Poem
The Valley is young The mountains loomed in the moonlight They catch what moisture reaches them Erosion Mudflows The valley wants to be a lake But the heat Two hundred degrees The earth is baked
death Valley
Title of Original Source: Death Valley: Where rocks go wandering Author or original sorce: Tim Cahill, National Geographic November 2007
Communtiy Poem
Seeing a man hit the floor Seeing a fist flying Seeing the anger in faces Hearing the cheering Hearing the chanting Hearing sound turn to a roar Smelling the nauseating sweat Smelling the choking smell of a cigarette Smelling a hot dog, soon to be sold Tasting the coke, now watered down Tasting the smooth cold ketchup on hot fries Tasting the soft bread on a burger Touching the cold glass of soda, with condensation like dew Touching the greasy, nasty table Touching the flimsy plastic chair, in which to sit down
Fighting baCkwards
war
ode
Curved yet angular Brilliant shining metal A soft sheen of glass Inside: colored, globular liquid Globes of light Floating upward gracefully Every bubble a glowing orb of happiness The colors are a beautiful sunset Awe inspiring tension to watch Cold and smooth when off But burning hot when on Pure beauty in a glass jar Turbulent yet serine.
oPPortunity Poem
He was hardly top of his class His grades werent great Perhaps mediocre at best He was busy at school In plenty of clubs, sure But leader of none He had friends, yes Friends galore Some close, many distant On paper, there wasnt much That would set him apart Except that he aced every test A master at all he touched He absorbed information Like a sponge in water The kids all knew who to ask If they didnt understand It was he who taught The back of the class Not that it got him far The biggest candle in the world Leads no one If its just too much trouble To light it