A class assignment in which we had to write poems based on a set of paintings. Enjoy! |
Headed From the City at Sunset They are headed from the city at sunset The black man and his Barbie companion Plain leather suitcases in the trunk Along with one oak guitar And one dainty violin The little white dog is in the backseat Whimpering, whining, and longing for home The sounds of the 60’s are all around In deep contrasting to the classical song Humming silently from the speakers The man is singing along Making up his own lyrics In a foreign, slippery tongue The woman cannot understand him And yet it is nevertheless a breathtaking sound The harmonies Of the deep man and the dainty violin Much like the one in the backseat The car is grey-blue-silver They are on a busy road The people in the cars around them stare But the man and the woman pay no notice They are caught up in their own world Of dainty violins and oak guitars On their way home from the city at sunset The brake lights provide a neon glow To the dull tones of the cloudy day The man and woman and canine companion Stop dead on the road in the sea of automobiles A concerto starts on the radio That both the man and woman know And the woman plucks the violin solos On her neon yellow fingernails Which make a dull thump on the dashboard Of the grey-blue-silver Cadillac car In a sea of automobiles Headed from the city at sunset The landscape is bright and rolling But the clouds are dense and they cover everything In the distance there is a beautiful horizon Of love and laughter But the black man and his Barbie companion Have much time before home is near They are headed from the city at sunset The man, the doll, the dog The violin and the oak guitar Longing for a home Of love and laughter Of violin-guitar concertos On the dashboard On the grey-blue-silver Cadillac In a sea of automobiles Paradise Under the sun Deep within the mountains There is a hidden paradise Filled with sunshine And happiness Foothills and valleys And the darkness of sin Surrounding the realm Glaciers seep down the mountain Someday they will crash and bury the valley In a sheet of cold, hard ice We should enjoy paradise For it will be gone someday We should enjoy the bluebirds And the sunshine And the happiness We should collect all we can For happiness is rare And it will be gone someday Gone up in fire and ice So travel deep within the mountains The hardships are worth it Load up on happiness and light Use it wisely For you might not be able to go back To that happy paradise The Striped Hand As a genuine gesture I reached out my hand As a reminder Of where we now stand But they hesitate As if they are surprised That my hand stares back at them With sweet, solemn eyes They blinked as if stunned And I pulled back my arm The intricate skin I wore Surely meant no harm The people look amongst themselves Mumbles spread among the crowd Will they reach out their hand once again with love? Or will the friendships go slowly down Differences are many But this shouldn’t mean we can’t just shake The solemn eye sheds a tear As the people walk slowly away Twisted I have been twisted Shaped by the woods Molded by the skeleton trees Fixed by the night I walk among the bloodthirsty But I am not afraid I know how to survive There are things the woods Have taught me Always look behind your back Trust none And fear all I will survive within the cloak of evil Underneath the moon Where the trees and the fog filter the light Into soggy stripes of ebony and ivory I walk on the earthen paths Walked on by all From the tiniest mouse To the greatest hungry wolf I walk with them all On the same path Morphed Sparkling Whir Flutter Silence The countryside unfolds Underneath the golden sun The flowers flourish A tropical wave of aroma Washing into me The windmill twirling the clouds away The grass furrows in confusion And the flag of simplicity whips in the wind This is truly the best life to live Only in my dreams And when I forever close my eyes For a long-awaited death Darkness envelops me Taking me to a beautiful place Where the world is wonderful And the sun shines forever Like an all-seeing eye Whir Flutter Silence Sitting in Thought I am traveling Through my imagination Through a world Only existent to me Through a silent dream I am traveling In an altogether Better Place then where I am Full of bubble-gum candies Cotton candy castles And nothing would go wrong I am traveling Through my best memories Reliving them every day Remembering them by night Here I am traveling Through a river of fresh clean water Where the sound calms me And I close my eyes I fall slowly to sleep In my dreams I am traveling Through a world only existent To me The Ship of Darkness It swallows me It engulfs me The rainbow swirls Whirls around me I flee and panic But the cult has a hold on me Grabbing me Groping me Stealing the life of me The hands of darkness stroking me Clawing me Clothing me Evil forces are surrounding me Smoldering, scorching me Scarring me The seas are a fever Teasing me Seizing me Nothing is left but the darkness Abandoned alone in the darkness Taken aboard by the darkness Before the ship of darkness sinks Jaws I shall make my last stand Mostly because I am about to be eaten But also because It will be a good story for the press “Hopeless Cat Makes a Desperate Attempt” Or perhaps “Ferocious Feline Is a Victorious Hero” Or maybe “Tricky Ninja Kitty Makes an Impression” Yes, the third one is dynamite The dinosaur is mad I can tell because His eyeballs are popping out of his flipping head But also because His teeth look incredibly large and sharp His tongue is green He should probably see an orthodontist for that It’s too bad I can’t remind him Then the headlines would state “Feline Feels for a Dark Dinosaur” Or shall it be “A Kitty Gives Advice to a Predator” Or maybe “Cat Is Apparently an Orthodontics Expert” A bit stretched But I do quite like it Definitely, it is too bad I can’t tell him Mostly because He is about to eat me Actually, definitely because he is about to eat me … |