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We invite you to enjoy a collection of works created by regional writers participating in Arts Rolla PoetSpeak and our Creative Writing Competition. Please visit our calendar for information about upcoming opportunities to participate in Arts Rolla events. Yellow Butterfly By Deborah Dundstedter Microscopic dust on wings, powering light. From a distance, they are merely tiny flashes of light. The dying days of summer set in motion Tis season of flight. The perils are many for the yellow butterfly, Who travels thousands of miles to mate and die. One direction, One mind, One force. Gossamer bodies fly like haphazard strobe lights Relentlessly south. They are nothing but Love made manifest. Now By Jessica Dafni there is nothing between us but history and silence and i sit listening to the bubbles dissolve in my bath. amoeboid shapes shift the surface stretching and splitting to become others. i pull my knees to my chest gathering my grief. i am a fish in a bowl until i climb out dripping and naked to write this poem. Time Warp By Susan Christensen When life seems tight and I need to get away from news and views of those that get me down, I crawl inside a book and spend the day with interesting friends and place and town. I wrap myself in words that flow from pens of authors years since dead. Their stories tell of misplaced love, the challenges of men, and journeying by horseback, camel, rail. Rowena sends he knight away, when prince sees life in pauper's rage, he pledges rights restored; bad Captain Bligh makes sailors wince; and Darcy asks for love, forget the slights. Time fades to nil and problems shrink and run. When I open a book, a new world is begun. Campsite Number Nine By Joseph Haberstroh Every year about this time The west starts calling me I long to see the mountains And the turning aspen trees My wife and I have been doing this Since nineteen eighty four Loading up our horses And drive two thousand miles or more In that time I have seen A lot of chanes in our land And I can tell you folks The golf course thing has gotten out of hand Where once we used to see A yearling with its mother There's a fellow wearing knickers And by gosh, he's got a putter And over on Zapata ranch The boys are all irate They planted fairways on the seventh The elk ate'em on the eighth An angry ranger said Man this is obscene Your horse is earing shrubbery And poopin' on the greens I said I'm awfully sorry Clearly the fault is mine I thought all these were campsites I had chosen number nine Once upon a time Where the cowhands rode with chisum Now the golf carts are a rollin' And the golf balls are a whizzin' But I'll keep right on headin'west A quitter I am not I'll have my horses wearing hard hats And me a chamber pot Call to Mind By Roberta Higgins Mama I hardly remember you I try to recall You nursed me You soothed my wounds There was a mystery about you You were always there Yet I'm not quite sure. Soldiers By Kay Frances Kizer Soldiers who give up to serve Soldiers who carry the flag Soldiers who follow the Cross Soldiers who defend their country Soldiers who spread Christianity Great sacrifices they make Giving their lives for the Lord Giving their lives for their country Perhaps unrecognized on earth But God in heaven knows their worth A thanks from all should be the cry Soldiers who carry the Cross Soldiers who carry the flag Their worth should be on earth Their worth should be on earth Heartfelt Love By Donna Raterman My friends, my family, All of whom I hold dear, I give you my love and friendship To last year after year. When you are feeling weak, I will carry you through. When you're happy and stsrong, Beside you I'll stand true. When all looks dim and dispair, I will sing a song of hope. As we face life's challenges, Together, we will always cope. I will give you strength in spirit When you h ave crosses to bare. I will endure your heartaches, Together the pain we'll share. When you have storms to weather, I'll bring rainbows to your heart. Feel my love pull you through Right from the very start. I will refresh your passion When you feel you're standing alone. Surround yuo with joy and laughter, Reminisce in the love we've shown. Know in your heart what matters most, Is the love we all share, As we weave this life's tapestry Of heartfelt love and care! Bubbles By Jeff Thomas where do the bubbles go in the bath I'm still here, but they've gone abandoned me to the water cold and soiled trembling in fear and solitude where have those pesky bubbles gone the drain's still closed. Thinking about time By Roberta Higgins tick tock tick tock watch the clock seconds minutes hours days Gotta go gotta date can't be late minutes to burn never to return Time is free for whom? You Me Tick, tock Boys of the farm By Jo Ennis Come on get up brother, let's go out and swing on the gate, We'll do it quick, momma's cooking breakfast and I don't want to be late. Fried eggs, grits, biscuits and ham, "Don't you boys get dirty." Yes ma'am! Cow pie aroma fills their nostrils, bellowing lows from the steers vibrate the frolicking boys ears, boys running across the field, laughter bouncing over the clouds like a ball off a wall, tossing dirt clods gathered from fields plowed. "Get off that gate before you kill yourselves and come to breakfast" Tag you're it, I'm not going to be last Scampering wildly they romp across the lawn Brightly sparkling eyes, hair the color of fawn. Come on brother let's go to granny's on our bikes, I know she will have some cookies we like, Bounding to their bikes they push off down the dirt road, Look granny we've caught a toad! "Oh, Oh, you boys catch that thing and take it back outside!" Lunging after the escaped toad, boys gather it up and in long strides, Gallop for the back door hurdling a dining chair. Jump that electric fence, it's a dare. I can make it, just watch me fly, The boys attempt finds him squealing make it stop before I die! No more of that for me, let's go home, I want a root beer with lots of foam. Come on brother let's go to the barn stall, Do you think you can ride him and not fall? Straddling the billy's back, sure I'll hold tight, With a thwack of a boy's stick the goat took flight, Full speed the goat ran stopping short at the fence, Sailing through the air the boy lands hard his moan intense, Running to the house yelling his brother prances, Tugging her sleeve he jumps and dances, Momma come quick I think he's killed himself, really it wasn't a dare, "I swear what am I going to do with you pair!" "Come to supper now; you'll wash those filthy hands if you have any sense," Bending over to retrieve his stick the boys' forehead bumped the electric fence, Woowee! I heard hummingbirds in my head, "You boys, hurry up now, it will soon be time for bed." Freshly bathed boys, amble off to bed for the hour is late, Hey brother, he says with a yawn, tomorrow let's swing on the gate. |
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