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Welcome to my part of the Governor's School Creative Writing Web Site. I hope you've enjoyed the site so far and I hope you enjoy my works of poetry! You can also visit my band's website, which has some of my song lyrics, by clicking on the link to the right of this box... |
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Acoustic Austin, the starter
Where calluses and melodies were born.
Sunburst Alverez, the beauty
The one I couldn’t live without.
Epiphone Electric, the bad boy
Plugged in to make never ending distortion
and easy on the fingertips.
Martin Dreadnought, dropped in the floor
Wasn’t bought in a store but dropped in my
fingers by fate.
Thinline Martin, the baby blond
Made for thin fingers with big ambitions
small body, huge singing voice.
Their strings get old, voices get softer
Their stories never change.
God is the great poet
Poem of nature and mankind.
God is the great artist
He painted all the colors we find.
God is the great Musician
He wrote the songs of the birds and frogs.
God is the great carpenter
He built the rocks, the trees, the logs.
God is the great traveler
You can find Him everywhere.
God if the great Father
And we are all in His care.
God is the great teacher
Of hope, of joy, of love.
God is the great Creator
Of all below and above.
I am from cornbread cookin’, from country crock and cherry coca-cola.
I am from bricks laid by dad and pa,
The bed sanded to make home for my head.
I am from grass cut like a religion, the lines made straight
No room for mistake.
I am from Christmas Eve gatherings
And love cooked in with the turkey;
From Ayers and Marsha and Darlene.
I am from Pa’s jokes and granny’s stories of a generation ago.
From All You Need Is Love and Let it Be.
I am from I can Do All things through Christ
And a hymn book with my mother’s voice beside me.
I’m from Boggs Hollow and Spring Avenue,
Pork chops and fried okra.
From the strings wound tight to make a tune
And voices always filling the air
To the quilt on my bed
Pieced with love and memories
Brought out of an old trunk because
A generation later
It’s retro.
Came in a long, slender package
Pumpkin tail, I called him
Fell on a bottle
Created a scar on his chin
I held him when mom let me
I was big sis
Terrible twos
I locked myself in the play pin
Letting him roam around the house
Exploring what I had four years alone
He bit me
I pinched
He pulled my hair
I told on him
I loved him anyway
A helicopter flew
He couldn’t hear
He couldn’t talk
He’s just boy, they said
Not believing there was more
Fluids raced in his ear
Missing out
The crucial time is passing
Mom was right like always
Soldiers are “yes sirs”
Trains are “choo choos”
Only listening to the sounds
Not their words
He swam before me
I talked to before him
But he taught me more
Always making car sounds
Getting on my nerves
I loved him anyway
Basketball, baseball, running
He beat me at all of it
Racing to do better
Motivated like a trout
Our shoes left at the door
Anyone would think I was little sis
Always playing video game
Aggravating my boyfriend
But I love him anyway
Standing next to me
Seeing eye level
But not eye to eye
He kisses my cheek
Leaving sticky like when were little
Driving the lawn mower
Mimicking dad
He’ll drive the girls crazy
But right now
He remain
The aggravating
Joke-playing
Motivated
Got-to-love-him
Little Brother
And I love him anyway.
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