Hello Everyone. I was able to breakaway from my cell to present three wonderful poems. I am not going to be biased with any of these poems. Unlike some people, I don’t judge their poems just because I had an issue with their “wonderful” child.
The first poem is from someone near and dear to me.
Beyond Odessa
by My Sister
Ah, the place of my birth,
(Well, not really…)
Sheltered and cared for,
(And lied to.)
Blessed with a gift.
(Ha!, nothing but trouble)
I heal myself and I am healed,
(And occasionally attempt suicide.)
By this town I call my home.
(At least it has good waffles)
Friends and family by my side,
(Well, a really scary Haitian.)
I step out to embrace the world,
(Actually, my father was shot and I was kind of thrown out.)
And am myself embraced.
(Hi…Grandma????)Through flames I’ve walked.
With Haitians I’ve talkedI’ve died, I’ve lied
I’ve learned my way
I’ve tried, I’ve strived
I’ve saved the dayDanger I’ve met,
The nuclear threat
I’ve burned, I’ve bled
I’ve charred awayBeen broken in two
And twisted around
With gravity at my side
I’ve hit the groundWe’re awakening the whole world through
For all you know, you’re like me too…
Our second poem was written by our favorite gifted tarot card reader.
The Raven Nevermore
by Who???
Nevermore?!?
I ate the Raven-
His eyes first
With current jellyThen I plucked him
& roasted him
& served him up
with HollandaiseDon’t ever tell me my limits.
Our final poem is by an achololic bum.
My True Love
by the Drunkard
Beer is my friend
It always there with no end
I can’t stop
I like it better than a Soda Pop
Warm or Cold
It is better than Gold
I would lost
But I still buy no mater than the cost
Skrew my liver
I will drink my drink down the river
Life is good
No matter what I did
Beer is my friend
Are you sure that was a raven you were eating. I mean you have been on the roof watching Claude’s Pigeons…
Excuse me, Mr….what is it? Muggles. I refrained from commenting!
Nathan, that was figurative and I would never eat one of Claude’s pigeons… that just cost you any chance of getting my vote mister!
I shall turn my comment over to Scott McClellen, PRCC, “What Mr. Petrelli meant to say was “Were you sure that it was the ravens that you had provided food for, as you, Ms. Tarot feel a great sense of empathy for Mr. Raines’ pigeons.”
Note to self, get a 24 pack for Claude…wait, strike that, note to self get like 6 kegs
Thanks so much Mr. M for the shoutout in my Awesome poem. With the way Mom treats you, you really do feel like my older brother!
Vote for my granddaughter too seeing as she is a Petrelli too, please and to appease her brother/dog. some families are just so complicated.
Hey, Mr. Muggles, I hope you get out of that kennel soon! I always thought of those as “Doggie jails!”