Hey Sunny, or anyone from that other club...lol

Haha....how about ducks? =)

I'll settle for bunnies...

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(")-(") Arrivederci!

Bob, here is my effort : -

Water Pollution, Is it too late?

Never mindful of what our progress brings,
we carry on with our selfish ways.
Everything done in the name of improving our fate,
but what price does our progress actually bring?

Expose and exploit our natural resources,
only to produce new and increasingly materilistic things.
All the industrialization spewing effluents into the air,
into our precious water systems.

Polluting our eco-systems, then bring acid rain.
Many toxic wastes flow unchecked to the water table.
Dangerous chemicals and hard metals that leech
and pollute our streams and flow to the sea.

A vicious cycle that repeats itself with each day.
Our efforts to keep our water supplies clean,
simply cannot keep up with our hectic pace.
One day we shall reap the consequences of our carelessness.

We are all poisoning our seas and lakes,
till all is too late and we have sealed our own fates.
Polluting our waters, our very own pure life sources
and diminishing valuable food chains.

Can we really survive, with such savage
contamination that is just so great?
Can we think and do something,
before our mother earth dies?

Our precious water supply is what
we need to live or else we shall all die.
Yet we continue to defecate such wastes
at such alarming rates.

Nada, what the heck that was damm awesome!

Thanks Katie.

this is about my horse goddess
when I refer to (turn and burn) we barrel race at rodeos and stuff and thats like her nickname
this was really cool, thx for including me bob

head held high
eyes ablaze like fire
when anyone see's her
they ask "who's her sire"

like a new penny
her chestnut coat shines
I'm proud of her
this horse I call mine

muscles ripple upon each movement
she's so close to perfect,
there's no room for improvement

with the speed of a fleet goddess
that's how she got her name
an angelic figure, that will take your breath away

when she runs down a road
her hooves sound like thunder
people look out
and stare in wonder

her beauty undefined
speed unmatched
she'll turn and burn
a barrel in a flash

the crowds scream
as we reach the time line
on to the college finals
my love for her I won't deny

she has saved my life
and I have saved hers
were like 2 spirits in one
only she has fur

two young hearts
wild and free
when I sleep at night
it's about this horse I dream

Sweetenigma: "Ok getting started on tornados...hows urs going holly??"

Well, I find it quite hilarious that I live in tornado alley and have yet to find the inspiration to write this. Also with the devestating tornado's that just hit Kentucky and Indiana should provide a basis, but still nothing!
I think this is gonna be harder than writing about river rafting, which is just crazy.

Oh and Marketer....the piece you posted is beyond words. I live in Oklahoma and just wow! Very eye opening and so full of truth. Outstanding!

Sunny & Bob, here it is:

Music

The entire world is my soundtrack
Everything is music to me
Sound and memories flood back
Never letting me be

I associate songs with people and events in my life
Friends and family all have a theme song
“If I only had a brain” for the ones giving me strife
Walk in my shoes before you tell me this is wrong

“On the road again” for the birth of my son
As I spent six hours hitch hiking to hold him tight
“Margaritaville” for those evenings of fun
Parrothead music and tequila lasting all night

Thundering explosions and screams of pain
Mark the soundtrack to a time I was stabbed
“Welcome to the jungle” falling like rain
Hearing that song I flashback to being grabbed

A special soundtrack for the woman I love for life
“Satisfy my soul” pounding out a beat in my heart
“Broken road” when sung by the woman to be my wife
Filling me with love knowing we will never part

Music has meant so much to me
It is there for all that I do
At times it was all that kept me free
It will be there until I am through

hahahaha

Thank you Bob.....

thats funny bob lol I'll have to bring that to work with me somtime out at the track

Here is mine about education

I walk the halls of remembrance
opening doors of long stashed-away memories,
smiling and laughing, listening and note-taking, chatter and silence.
I picture myself many years younger
seated at a desk inside a small room in a far-off school.
Years full of mistakes and learning now looked back upon with thankfulness and regret.
Lessons learned over time from both blackboard and asphalt.

"Education has given me the position I now hold, but not the maturity I have gained through experience."

Now older, paused outside a door with black numbers stickered on the window,
I only hope to pass on more than words and analyses of reading lists,
more than definitions and functions of a noun, pronoun, verb, and the other eight parts of speech,
more than the ability to write a good paper and get an "A."
I desire to impart wisdom learned from the harshness of reality, brutality of the world, and the gentleness of love, compassion of a mother;
Maturity from beyond their years to instill qualities of greatness.
Things not taught by lectures and chalk, formulas and definitions;
things taught by reality and living, failure and success.

I take a deep breath and let it out quickly
before slowly turning the knob.
Upon entering, heads turn to see, and noise hushes slightly.
An airplane flies across the room, and chuckles erupt as
I put my books upon my desk--the big desk in front.
I look up and am ready to begin;
begin instructing and befriending all new faces.

Yes! where is challenger for anthony?

we should do this more often, this is great, I kinda wish I had spent more time on my poem tho ,cuz I think I could have done better

awsome poems tho on everyones especially from bobs group ;P but really everyone's poems are really great, I love this site

guys the poems are great i read all the new ones! i happen to love horses to, they're such fun to ride i normally go to a week long camp in the summer and ride them almost all day but not this year, which is sad.

i got my poems, i actually made two for my topic. i figured since it was a writing excersize it was ok.

Ghost Dance (Etheree)

Fear
dances
all around
Rhythmic drums
by fires of the night
Gathering strengths and hope
protection from the white man
A blooming sun in winters chill
Shots rang, creating a wounding cry
Another tear falls, the Ghost Dance beats on.

Listen to the White Man

Listen to the White Man
force feeding his beliefs
changing within a day
or walk the lonely tails

Agreements said and done
changing to be civilized
Immersed in a White Man's world
A new belief, a new God

Wear the White Man's clothes
walk within his shoes
learn to love an enemy
Trade your cultures souls

Listen to the White Man
feeding heartless lies
Forcing you to walk away
Ad the trails begin to cry

~Both are such sad stories in our History. I happen to be talking about The Battle of Wounded Knee in the first one and the Trail of Tears in the second one if you didn't know.

~Jacklyn

continue the awesome work guys!

Topic: quilts

GRANNY AND HER QUILTS

I always listened to Granny
As she sat in her rocking chair
I was in awe of what she was doing
Sewing on square by square

She sat there by the fireside
Looking relaxed and at peace
It was as if Granny was venting while making this art
With each little stitch, emotion released

“Now child no need crying
It’s only a little storm
Go grab Granny’s hand made quilt
It will keep you mighty warm”

I grabbed the quilt like she told me
One she made two weeks ago
Sat back down now with cookies and milk
And continued to watch my old Granny sew

“You see this pattern I here make
It’s called the ‘Four Patch’
You put four squares in a row
Then underneath another batch”

She did all sorts of colors
Yellow, green, and red
If she got tired of that pattern
She did the “Log Cabin” one instead

She knew all sorts of patterns
Her quilts were best in town
She made them for the hospitals
She never got a thumbs-down

I remember the day she tried to teach me
I’d rather be out playing instead
But she showed me how to work the machine
And to always remember to have spare thread

I didn’t like the sewing machine
It was and old one my Grandpa built
My fingers were bruised and bleeding
I only sewed half a patch on the quilt

I think I’ll stick with buying blankets
When I am cold and unwell
I’ll sit my grandchildren down and say
“The better blankets are the ones Target sells”

yea that quilt is sounded really good right about now It's so cold in MN

Yes Bob I will sell you my quilt..I don't like it..hence why at the end of my poem I put "The better blankets are what target sells"...lol....

Although the girl above me ^ seems like she needs in more..she lives in Minnesota..one of the coldist places....probably snowed there already huh?

Wow, terrific poems!

Chelsey, HAHAHAHAHAHA, Bob, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
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LMFAO!

-*-Cherri-*-

Racism??(sp?) ok i can do this!! ^_^ I've been called alot of racist names before!!!

~Anthony

"very nice Angelina, and Chelsea, that quilt seemed warm, wanna sell it ....lmao"

ya thanks for reading my poem bob. or you read it and just didn't want to mention me... lol

Hey Bob, just looked at the photos you took with Angela and Pete, they are great photos!

So sweat on some more butthead, seriously, how is your poem coming along?

Sunny Bunny, you're always cute! and don't let butthead, oh I mean Bob ever forget it! LMAO

everyone is really making good poems, which is good because it makes it more fun.

~Jacklyn

Okay, here's mine. My topic was tornado's and once again I have no title! That's been my problem lately, coming up with titles. Anyhoo, here ya go:

Madness and despair
fall from such ancient eyes
Intensifying her temper
Compassion she furiously denies

Anger fuels her passionately
so many centuries of abuse
Seeking her revenge
but what method will she choose

Looking for release
of tension and constant strife
Not worried about consequences
or even the loss of life

I am her chosen one
delivering chaotic distress
Ordered to do her bidding
putting mankind to the test

With a brush of her hand
the rain comes to an end
In these calming moments
the real destruction shall begin

Created from above
by a twirling funnel cloud
I sound just like a freight train
only a thousand times more loud

With one deep breath
houses vanish instantly
Exhaling upon the empty lots
a lifetime of debris

Gaining momentum
I set out on my path
Creating devestaion
an unbelievable aftermath

Terrorizing all
for many theres no escape
But as quickly as I started
I begin to lose my shape

Dispersing into oblivion
my thunderous voice now still
Until I'm summoned once again
to carry out Mother Nature's will

Holly, that was awesome, off the hook!

Thanks guys! I really struggled with this one more so than the river rafting topic. Which I found strange considering I've been through many tornado's but never rafted a day in my life. But even though it was hard it was still loads of fun.
Any idea's for a title?

"All her fury."

Oh thanks much, I like those. Especially Spiral of Disaster! But all three are great! I don't know why it's so hard for me to pick a title. It used to be the easiest part of writing a poem, now it seems to be the hardest!

great poem Holly if you are still looking for title suggestions i thought that "ancient eyes" would be kind of cool. because i liked it when you said it in the poem. i was like that was a real cool line. love the poem~

~Jacklyn

Steve Flash: great job with that topic. that poem is so sad and sweet i just love it!

~Jacklyn

All of these poems are just great.....I love them all.

Love Ann

totally agree!

~Jacklyn

Beautiful poem, Steve! It really brought back many memories of my grandma and aunts sitting around quilting.

No Jacklyn, I haven't decided on a title yet. I just can't seem to come up with one that satisfies me. I did toy with the idea of having "ancient eyes" within the title, but who knows!

Steve *wipes tear*..that was so beautiful....a milliontimes better then mine..U deserve the win for that one that was amazing my friend!!

Holly i suggested some more titles for your poem in the club! your poem was awesoe though, i don't remember if i mentioned it

~Jacklyn

Sorry it took me so long you guys to post this. But I was away for the last two days. Anyway here goes.

Topic: Education (learning it or teaching it)

Raise Your Hand (Acrostic)
By: Amanda Bee

"A good teacher is like a candle - it consumes itself to light the way for others." –Author Unknown

Ready or not child, I’m taking your hand
Allow me to be your guide down this road
Illusions and mysteries await you, dear child
So much knowledge for my glow to unfold
Enduring this flame in hopes that you will go on

You are the one who can conquer this road
Oh, but hurry for there’s so much for you to learn
Uncovering the darkness of stories untold
Read, write, learn…I’ll continue to burn

Honor me with the privilege to teach you, little one
Are you ready to trek through this mud and this sand?
Now’s the time, for you are the one who must decide
Don’t be afraid, you must only raise your hand

Bob notice that there is no mention of Andy or Gomer Pyle...lol! I decide to exclude them in this one.

Really you crack me up!

Amanda, that was great!

good poem Amanda!

~Jacklyn

Thanks you guys!

Bob, I'll give you permission to go tinkle....but first you have to recite your ABC's...and don't stop at the letter 'p'. LOL!