Spring 2006 “Most Influential Person”
Senior year was quickly coming to an end
And you were there
From the first day, to the concerts
To the musical, to the dance
Doing my hair and my nails
My makeup and my dress
Millions of pictures
Because your little girl
Was all dressed up
Then the day finally came
To walk down the isle
And I look to you
Like the years before
Lightly gripping the wheel
Listening to Country Gold
Dad drives towards turmoil and pain
With the boss walking into the room
And a cake sitting on the table
The younger party starts
Dad does not say a word
He forgives and cheers in spite
He cheers in spite
A Clear Vision
Bedtime stories and songs
of sunrises and sets.
with her swollen
and her weak eyes
before her Creator
and prays for me.
with my young
and my fresh eyes
before the Creator
and pray with her.
She forgets her glasses
we don’t need them to see Jesus.
An early morning
On their way to work
Antlers came prancing along
And parents screeched
But it was too late
Danger jumped in and out
Giving “hit and run”
A new meaning
Pain shot through parents
But help soon came as
Yellow lights thump toward them
The pain leads to confinement
And life seems to change
Love even seems to cease
BUT love is continuous
Seeing that all needs are met
Though once interrupted
Because of You
(Breakaway Kelly Clarkson 2006)
Eyes are fixated on that spot,
Straining to hear the rhythmic plot.
Heart and beat drowned out the notes,
I strain for the top of the votes.
Now here above the crowd I stand,
Pray to endure the judge at hand.
A change erupted the steady pace,
It turned fear to profound grace.
This talent I have now acquired,
Checking the “gadgets”
stepping on the gas
and finally backing out of the driveway
without fear, I begin to drive the roads.
But Mother, sitting in the passenger seat,
begins to look a little uneasy, yet allows
me to continue, despite her desire to stop.
And still I drive
with mother lovingly sitting beside me
Sculpted me in the shop while young
Brought me up under their armor
Edged my life in the ways of the Lord
Cut the ever-essential love into my life
Just as a blacksmith pounds iron
My parents sharpen
In a Chinese restaurant, one day stands out.
Food bar, smell of rice and cat,
Cheesy oriental music, one booth, always used.
One man, one father figures love.
A bond is built,
It is remarkable and it is unbreakable.
Day in and day out,
Guidance provided and discipline supplied.
One man leaves.
My father figure gone,
The call of God.
But our love still strong.
High tide comes in
threatening and cancerous
turbulent and dislodging
the weak of heart to expose the shore.
Low tide flows out;
the shore adapts to a scorching fever,
since sea life is no longer a threat,
and change becomes visual.
But tide pools bring joy;
the scorching disease
submerges in diluted calmness
basking in the pools’ ripples.
As the putter strikes the ball there is a "ting".
The ball starts out on a carefully considered path.
Direction changes both horizontally and vertically.
The destination is now out of the hands of all.
The contour green is most definitely in control.
Nothing more can be done by the putter.
The ball makes its journey to the cup
Father had known the direction all along
When at a young age, I made a mistake
Gave away the most important symbol of her marriage
Her wrath and anger I could feel in my sweat
But the look in her eyes I’ll never forget
A look of forgiveness, compassion, and love
Drives the character which she’s taught me to become
Her gifts of pure love have forced me to see
That the most important symbol of her marriage is me
In two weeks we will meet,
And be struck by twitterpation.
The warm sensation fills my heart,
As your very presence triggers my senses.
You stand pigeon-toed,
And your brunette hair floats in the soft breeze.
The enchanting smell of perfume
Brings to memory our candlelit dinners.
Brown eyes engage me.
Your face is flawless,
And your skin glows
Like a sunset on the ocean
Our moments will last forever,
When two become one.
When you are mine,
And I am yours.
Leader of Friendship
During a savage time, entering the years of the teens
I looked up to this guy and all the wisdom he brings.
Take for example, my teeth; he told me to floss ‘em.
Wow what advice! That’s just incredibly awesome.
Always on the move, faster than a Hun,
He turned everyday events into all kinds of crazy fun.
With a watchful eye, he seemed to keep me in place.
If I fell out of line, came a love-punch to the face.
His kindness and guidance set my problems right.
Jumping sofas and tagging lasers, we stormed into the fight.
Sneaking through a pitch-black church, we escaped some tricks.
Telling others tales of our journey to the Matt Convention ’06.
Starting on a Wednesday night, befriending me at Radd,
You’ve had an impact on my life and for that
A man of steel crushing a car with a single fist
Soaring through the sky wearing the battle suit of red and blue,
Flying faster than a speeding bullet,
Fighting the ugly, dark crimes of a crying world
Nothing can stop the soldier of love and strength.
My eyes burn through piles of metallic troubles.
Crushing the hearts of an unearned hatred
Casting away hard times and melting my way to victory.
I pound the world with my hate.
It is very real and cannot be undone
Despising loved ones around me
Nothing at all but a single stone--
A small, green rock from his land
Puts the fearless soldier to doom.
The same rock lingers in all of us
But there is a burning in His eyes
Just to know the sight of a soaring man.
First my grandpa, my uncle, my aunt,
He paces throughout the room with a calm face,
Although anguish paints a transparent scene upon his soul.
Another year and he will turn thirty-six
…Only if he makes it through.
He has confidence, however,
that the artists will paint the most elaborate piece.
So they begin their work.
The brushstrokes press against the canvas
As colors of red, white, and peach shine through.
The artists feel the pressure to make the piece masterful,
One mistake and the painting will be lost…forever.
One stroke left to paint across the neck.
It is finished.
The artists stand back in awe
As His creation returns to life.
My parents have always bent my life,
laying down rules and causing me strife.
They forced me to homework,
cut the grass, and use a fork.
They never grew tired of sending me to bed
or smacking me when I stayed up instead.
Their genes have condemned me to a lifetime of short,
along with baldness and stoutness, of course.
When mom would get angry, she’d model short.
Where then was my judge and my jury and court?
These were unnecessary…things we’d not afford
So instead my dad empowered an education board.
He always said it would hurt him worse than me.
“Give me that board. I’ll show you…you’ll see.”
I cannot say that I was well-behaved as a kid.
I deserved most of the torment that they did give.
Discipline was necessary, I now know,
something to keep me on task and to grow.
Their influence has shown me how I ought to live.
I now thank them for the parenting they did.
I understand their ways, and hope that in time,
my kids will have parents, something like mine.
Despair forces brown eyes to blink
As the young gallops from fear.
Security feigns within the woods.
The delicate hope mutes her white spots.
Hardly graceful, her lanky legs strain
To find protection and stable pastures.
Mom abandons her young at last;
Small crowds gather in stillness.
The time to say good-bye has come.
Young stands frozen in her stance,
The hunter of hope beats tracks to her heart.
Then, like an angel, the doe’s mother
Approaches in gentle, smooth steps.
With her hook nose and puppet lips closer,
The wise doe extends her frail hands,
Fingers glittering of birth stones,
Reaching to offer unknown love.
To the motherless, it is a dance.
To the fawns, it is grace.
---V Fawn Eslit
snapping out of a deep slumber
only to hear a mix of screaming and sobbing.
all the words grabbing, lashing
like a dull, rusty blade, rip deep
always criticizing, always pointing the finger
false accusations and jumping to conclusions
waking from sleep
this time to hear only sobbing
a half-empty house
laundry piled heap upon heap
dust on the empty bureau
dried oil on the garage floor
The fun at the Waffle House
Warhawk football games
Nights spent chasing people around town
Friends who listened when no one else did
Friends who have been there from the beginning and never gave up
Friends who thought I would be there forever and make my life in the town where I was raised
The fun at the Truck stop
Bearcat football games
Lasting friendships despite my past
Friends who came into my life unexpectedly
Friends who welcomed me into the new place where I would find my new life
I have two homes
now, Georgia and
--- J Krinke
When I was just eight years old
The world came down
Upon my well-organized sandbox.
The fountain shook beneath me,
Water stood knee-deep,
And the sand lived outside of its container.
I was on my own.
The Grandfather taught me to use three simple nails,
Remove the deep, divisive waters,
And required me to use only the purest sand.
As I am rebuilding,
I learned the sandbox is more
than just a child's playground.