ChinookAt times a fierce lionstalking his prey,weaving, dodging, waiting in lay.At others, a mouse so meekhe hides from his shadow,Skittish, and wart,straying from battle.Sometimes he's a teddy bear,Soft, fuzzy and worn,ready to cuddle,tucked up in your arms.Sometimes he's the sunshineon a grey winter's day,elusive as the warmthfound in those bright rays.
Winter's PoemImpatient and vehement the wind pushed at my back,Bitter and stinging as it howled winter's harsh melody,telling the woes of its life's long past.Skeletal branches stripped care,Rippled and reached to the moon,,As frigid ghost floated through the air.Inside the fire's warmth beckoned "Come in from the cold",But winter's violent beauty had me in its hold.As I stood captivated,the wind slowly died,and the bleary clouds opened their somber eyes.Tear drops of crystals, frozen into ice,Fell from the heavens the melted upon my face.
Writer's BlockAs I lay on my stomachAnd stare at the screen,The words just won't come,If you know what I mean.They hover there,Just out fo reach,Teasing and taunting,fleetingly they speak.A garbled mess,they flow through my mind,undecipherable time after timeleaving me with a blank white sheet.
Today's YouthIgnorant, obliviousAre the youth of todayDisregarding issues,Caring only for play.Of no concern to us they think,Ignoring horrors with nary a blink,Waiting until those nightmares descend,Knocking on the doors of those who've sinned.Long after it is needed the help will arrive,But only from those who've suffered under the knives,Only those who know the horrorsand have felt them with despairoffer their hands tot he others out there.
Liquid SilverLiquid silver that shimmers in delight,sparkling and glimmering,under the tiring rays of sun's light.Reflecting the skies darkening above,Tide's waves softly pounded the shore,in a comforting tattoo, like the song of a dove.As the sun slowly vanished,the waters rejoiced,reaching to the heavensas the moon raised its voice.