Green and White
Shining so bright.

Cascades of culture,
Blowing in the summer breeze
As canvas blows from sails
And seagulls squawk at the docks.

Small town comfort
In the mist of a harsh winter.
Fireplaces roar like lions,
As the town is enlighten by the tree.

As the auburn colors appear,
In a painted autumn,
Buildings of years past stand tall,
With a hundred years of memories.

When daffodils sprout,
And spring arrives,
The graves of the ancestors past,
Become full of flowers.

For even back then,
Green and White,
Would shine so bright.

It’s the cold snow that falls on that dark day,
Claiming to replenish the barren earth,
Only nourishing the whirl wind that engulfs you.

It’s the hot sun on a summer day,
Wanted to get hotter and hotter,
As your skin peels and burns.

It’s the hope that gets you to go to prom alone,
And as you dance to that song, you see all the happy faces,
Happy together, as you are left in despair and alone.

It’s a mother crying over her stillborn child,
Whom she will never know,
Yet loves as though she had.

It’s the love that I will never have,
That leaves me yearning for the intangible,
Barely making it through this world built for two.

I don't like it when poems are long
When poems are long and keep going
on and on

I don't like it when poems are long
because my brain begins to think of a song
and then a hippopotamus twirling and whirling around

When poems keep going on and on
my mind cannot stand another stanza
and then the lion pops into my head

The lion that tells me this is gonna be long
that this poem is as vast as the sea
and nor you or I will be able to flee

I don't like it when poems are long
unless of course they are written into a song
will hippopotamuses dancing

Unless that poem is intriguing
with life and color and passion
with feeling and being and desire

excuse me?
But I do not like it when poems are long
unless they are good and they are strong

The waves go marching two by two
In the deep ocean blue
As the whale splashes and spews
Yet, The waves go marching two by two

The waves go marching two by two
As the whale splashes and spews
And seagulls cry and the wind too
Yet, The waves go marching two by two


The waves go marching two by two
As the seagulls cry and the wind too
And a child rowing in his canoe,
Yet, the waves go marching two by two

The waves go marching two by two
And a child is rowing in his canoe,
Where the waters are big and ado,
Yet, the waves go marching two by two

The waves go marching two by two
Where the waters are big and ado,
And the ocean vast and a child subdue,
Yet, the waves go marching two by two

The waves go marching two by two,
And the ocean vast and a child subdue,
As a child’s last cry and the sea brews
Yet, the waves go marching two by two

The waves go marching two by two
As a child’s last cry and the sea brews
A child dies in the deep ocean blue
Yet, the waves go marching two by two

As the sun is setting on this fragment of a day,
I feel that ping of the guilt in my soul,
For I have not been truthful to who I truly am.

I hid like a zebra being hunted by a ferocious lion,
Hoping the tall reeds will blanket my soul,
And hide my secrets from revealing themselves.

This guilt throbs in the underbelly of my being,
You have never done me wrong,
You do not deserve a child like this.

One day my true being will be revealed,
I fear when that day comes you will not want me,
For I have deceived you for so long.

The life you gave me no longer wants to thrive,
For I have become the criminal in the story I wrote,
Yet you still see me as the pure soul I once was.

As this sun sets I will come clean,
Trying to hold back my tears,
I will tell of my truest sins.

When night comes,
I think of you.

Laying your head down,
for life has strained you.

A shadow mirrored next to you,
an unused pillow.

This is when I wish,
that I had enough courage.

I hope one day,
you will think of me.

Until that day comes,
i’ll be the shadow.