Monday, April 27, 2009

The Score
Players fighting for the ball
November sets in playoff spots on the line
Hut hut hike the drill begins
The wind blows freezing the sweat on my head
The ball just glazed my fingertips
The team cheers, he caught it
Tweet the final whistle sounds
The team gathers for one last cheer
Everyones helmet in the air
No one knowing what is yet to come.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

So much depends upon
The Friday night lights
Dazed and confused from hard hits
Celebrating a big win

Gabcast! poetry #1





Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Little Jack Horner
Little Jack Horner
Sat in a corner
Eating a Christmas pie.
He Stuck in his thumb
And pulled out a plum
And said, "What a good boy am I!"
Favorit Holiday

As assembly of decendance of common ancestors
Gathering together a flat suface with one or morw supports
The juicy and toung-tickleing aroma occupy completley
In a part of building in closed by wall
And begin to hungrily consume a large packed bird
Just pulled out of a relatively high temperature surface
Soon after they keep their eyes fixed
On a multi-player game played with an inflated oval sphere.





Eli. "Turky holding a sign." 11 November 2008. Picture. Thanksgiving in Israel. 17 March 2009
http://southdakotapolitics.blogs.com/south_dakota_politics/images/thanksgiving_word_searchhtm_txt_turkeywi.gif
Twincle Twincle

Dancing particle of light
Pondering throught the night

Standing still above the sky
Gem of heavens flashing by

Dancing particle of light
Pondering throught the night



"Gold and white star." Picture. Six Star Science. 17 March 2009. http://www.the-aps.org/education/sixstarscience/images/star_hg_clr.gif

Monday, March 2, 2009

Found Poem

They're lost don't know records
what golden list never drops
click-clack animals go wild at zoo
think death just go smart
I'm proof hope rescue art
weird jaws win home actions
ready throw awesome frosty snow ridiculously rescue wish






"Gold Book." Picture Translation of Records. 6 March 2009. http://thefirstborn.org/Pictures/goldbook.jpg.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Riddle Poem

Brown and bumpy
Oval and flip-floppy
Dirty dropped diving
I sail thought the air like a plane

Answer