Rhyming Poem

Beneath the spindly trees, is

A wolf standing alone,

Watching as the world

Around it freezes…

A single black feather swirled

Along the wind

Out of the ground pokes a rounded bone

Picked clean by vultures many seasons ago

The skull of a crow,

Its beak curved in an eternal grin

Rhyming Poem on Art

Art is where your imagination

Can thrive

Art is where you can escape

Where characters come alive

And where you can reshape

Reinvent and renew

Where you can carve out your own world,

Create your own nation

Where opportunities are unfurled

Art is where you do

 Lyric Poem

The noises of the tapping,

Tapping, Clanging,

Banging, Rapping,

Twinging, Twanging

Against my window in the dark of night

Wakes me in a jolt, in a fright,

It’s the revolt

It’s coming,

It’s coming

Pack your bags, pack your guns

Bring your rags, it’s time to run

A new dawn

Will rise,

Will come

We will run till they change their ways,

Change their lies,

Change,

Re-do

Run, run, ’til we’re numb, and worn

Run, run, ’til the truth is borne,

Dawn, arise,

Arise, anew,

A new life for the rest of our days

 Lyric Poem

Slabs of gray poke out

Against the mounds of green

Ones who spoke out,

Never again seen

People walk like it’s all fine

They talk like it never happened,

But they’re not the ones who are trapped,

They’re the ones who confine, and

Think they can define

Define our lives,

Define

With their hidden knives