“Stuck”

Day 14 of 2012 November PAD challenge.

Stuck

I’ve been here for an eternity
Practically since I was born
I sleep and I wake here
Every night and morn

These white bars surround me
Even in my dreams
I think I’ll be here forever
At least, that’s how it seems

Although it’s quite comfortable too
I sometimes feel lonely here
Because everyone always leaves me
When I’m inside, they all disappear

I cry and laugh
I squeal and wail
I babble on and on
All to no avail

I am stuck here in this crib
Too little to climb out
I just can’t liberate myself
Growing up is the only way out!

“A Letter And A Recipe”

Day 13 of 2012 November PAD challenge.

“Mom’s” Recipe

Dear Children,

1 mommy is all I am
2 hands have I got
1 pound-ing headache and
3 cups of coffee from the pot

Mix in some sore muscles.
Sprinkle a dose of vertigo.
Let me sit aside to cool
for half an hour or so…
Before you shake ‘n bake me
and me hot-headed again.

*And a little tip for you:
If you want to really enjoy me
Sweeten me up with chocolate truffles,
a dozen white roses,
and a quarter slice of cheesecake.

Satisfaction guaranteed!

Love,
Mom

“Technology (Uninvented)”

Day 12 of 2012 November PAD challenge.

A Pair of New Technology”

It would be grand indeed
if I invented a
war-ending machine
That would make all
kinds of weapons disappear
Put everyone on the same side
Stand people on equal ground
Let every person be heard
And all misunderstandings understood

It would be wonderful too
if I invented a
hunger-ending machine
That would make all
kinds of delicious food appear
Give everyone daily meals (with sides!)
No more standing in line for a grain of rice
Let every person be fed
And all thirst quenched

I would love to invent these two things
I really would, if I could, but I can’t
So I guess we’ll just have to keep praying
for wars and hunger to end.

“The Veteran”

Day 11 of 2012 November PAD challenge.

For this post, I was sort of inspired after watching an episode of “Jericho” on Netflix. 😉

Don’t Tread On Me”

Don’t tread on me
I’m more than you see

This eyesight that is almost gone
Have seen countless red dawns

My shaking, aching hands
Have protected your precious lands

This bent and broken back
Endured sleeping in frozen shacks

My tired and swollen feet
Never settled for defeat

The scars all over my body
Souvenirs of battles that are bloody

My mind that screams in the night
Organized many victorious fights

Don’t tread on me
I’m more than you see

I’m why you’re free…

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