Ice-Breaker by Cordaroe Oscar

Ice- Breaker

The night was icy but I didn't mind

The cold cozy drive to the beautiful estate

My body was cold but I felt fine

Deep thoughts about love, wine and steak

The cold air touched my skin

The snow was falling like no end

My fingers were frozen and so was my chin

Ran into the house from the brittle wind

She pulled off my shoes and rubbed my feet

And given a massage by  my new girl friend

Glad we a had the chance to finally meet

It feels like a new love trend

All those long days was worth the wait

She’s as pretty as a butterfly on a summer breezy day

I feel like a fish caught by bait

My heart beats for the love to stay

BROK_EN! Prose Poem by Cordaroe Oscar

BROK_EN!

... Soaked in despair

...The signature of sorry

... Holding a mirror of delusion

... Afraid to face tomorrow

... Broken heart needs repair

...Love narrow

...Affair you now regret

...Mammal so cruel

...You feel hopeless

...As you allow yourself to sink below  

...More ridiculous deep pain

...Yet your esteem is cold-stiff

...Many parade in your tears

...You won -You lost

... And now your game is over

... Accept your rainy days

...They are cloudy, dark and wet

... And now they drench you in water

...With a love you once met

...Somehow you forgot to be strong

...Encourage yourself

…Encourage yourself

...To help yourself

... Is a recipe that can’t go wrong!

Bootcamp – micro story by Cathryn Hintz (Revised)

The street lights quickly flash over my face as the blue military bus drives closer to my new home for the next six weeks. I think I know what to expect, but the butterflies in my stomach beg to differ. My mind is racing a mile a minute. All I can think about is will I survive? Once I enter, my nose plays tricks on me. I smell sweat, mud, and fear. As I step to the ground I meet her. No handshake but just barked orders to move and quick. My response is only yes ma’am. 

Father - A Ghazal by Cathryn Hintz

Father - Ghazal by Cathryn Hintz

He put my first worm on my first fishing pole     

He didn’t laugh because he is my father

 

He took me driving for the first time.

He was cautious and scared as my father.

 

He was on my left while walking down the aisle

He took this job with honor, tall and proud father 

He smiled ear to ear the first time he heard “Grandpa

He now had another little being looking up to him but know as Grandfather. 

He looks established and settled with his hairs of white.

Even with age and knowledge I am still his little girl and he is still Cathryn’s father 

Lollipop Red

Lollipop Red’s
new on the block,
Riding down the street, she makes men stop.
Riding Slow, sitting on chrome, 
Lollipop Red can split a happy home
she’s beautifully intoxicating, 
With Lollipop Red,
this Challenger is unbelievably amazing, its 
Lollipop red, 
The female driver said, 
Lollipop Red, Is also the color of the hairs on her head.
Staring at them both, I bend to kiss her hand
as I did this, I began to grin
Lollipop red, was tatted on her hand.
I knew right then,
Lollipop Red would be the cause of an old sin

Seven to Eight by Cordaroe Oscar

Seven to Eight

As the sun goes down,

he began to wake.

Street lights shining through the window

his eyes ache.

He doesn’t like this sound,

the screech of the L trains brakes.

His alarm clock starts to shake,

there’s no sound just shakes.

He looks to the time,

its Seven to EIGHT!

In his mind he feels late.

He began to dress

wanting to impress.

He looks to a calendar,

to view the date,

It’s Saturday,  

his YOLO night,

You Only Live Once.

His night goes on,

and his drinks don’t last,

he goes on draining the vodka from his glass.

The alcohol beast is here at last,

he quickly turns into a drunken mess.

Sweating and delusional, he

hops off the seat, throwing the first punch, 

to the first guy his fist meets

he gets it back as quick as a heartbeat.

As he engages in a fight,

Broken bottles catch flight

In his head everything’s going to be alright,

no thoughts of it being his last night

Bang Bang!, Shots are fired,

and he loses sight.

To everyone around,

this has become his last night.

He awakes in his room,

Street lights shining,

The L train screeches,

Alarm clock shakes,

He looks at the time

its Seven to Eight

He has feelings of being late

He looks to the calendar

Only to find

This date

Its Saturday

And every night

After was YOLO Night

Beginning at Seven to Eight

Starry Night - Ekphrastic Poem by Cathryn Hintz (Revised)

Starry Night – view of Van Gogh

I’m startled as the dependable bells of

The town’s church shakes me out of meditation.

All of the stars above have become my favorite medicine.

While I am Suffering

And hurting

And Grieving

 From a broken heart.

Those blurry flames in the sky

Have become my only friend.

Somehow I believe all are out to make me

My normal self again.

Extending and

Reaching, and

On my tippy toes is where I realize

 I have found the conclusion.

Just like her

 Those stars are just an illusion.

Starry Night

That First Moment - A Sonnet by Cathryn Hintz

That First Moment – A Sonnet by Cathryn Hintz

I looked at him for the first time after 9 months and 16 hours.

So petite and innocent he takes to me like magnetic force.

With so much hair and a cry to kill, of course,

I start to count all ten toes and fingers.

From the moment I saw him he now had all the power

To melt my heart and leave me with nothing but remorse

I knew this was going to be hard but it has become much worse.

How could he not want him? He was both of ours!

Knowing he will be leaving soon

I take every part of him in and burn into my mind.

I start to cry, I know I will always remember the 9^th of June.

With every minute I become more restless and he begins to whine.

His new parents arrive, they seem happy and over the moon.

If only I knew how to tell them, that I’m keeping him, He’s mine.

A Doctor's Life (Concrete Poem) - Sarah Ertl

A Doctor’s Life

Sirens are a common

sound to me, comfort

they offer me a future.

Sleep deprived I push

myself, more and more to be the best.  To beat

out all the others.  Studying words, most cannot

pronounce. Knowing I will make the difference of

life and death. Strangers will depend, trust in me.

I practice, and practice; desperate to make all the

right choices.   Knowing a mistake is not an option.

I work hours, days, it seems like weeks on end with

no breaks nor rest. I push harder and harder for my

profession.   Many  can

not handle the sadness.

But I know I am not one

of them.  I am a doctor.

I Have a Voice (Research Poem) - Rachel Hetland

I Have a Voice

A piece is missing.

Cries of a baby make my head thunder and thud.

Slap.

Block the sound out.

Muffling voices, softer sounds

Tight and white they come in a pair

I won’t put them on.

I’ll put up a fight.

I can’t put them on

Because something just not right.

Slam.

Closed shut.

That’s the way it should be.

Laughing, playing, they run all about

I sit from afar, not in, but out.

I can hear you speak,

But it’s not making much sense.

Teach me, tell me and

Show me.

Show me again, and again, and again.

I like to flap my hands like a flying bird

Shrieking and shouting is the spoken word.

I don’t always comply and can put up a fight

Round and round as fast as can be

The colors are blending and blurring around me.

I hear a voice from within

As images flash in my mind.

It’s telling me not to worry

And that things will be fine.

As I lay down to sleep,

Silently I pray for help to speak.

Help is coming

Find the missing piece.

On My Own (Persona poem) - Rachel Hetland

On my own

It’s 2am

It’s not time for school

Arguing,

Yelling.

I block the sound out.

I curl up tight

and try to tell myself good night.

It’s 7am,

it’s time for school.

I creek the door open

to take a peek,

but no one is around for me to seek.

Rotten food, booze and cigarette smoke

mingled together are making me churn.

I wonder if one day they’ll ever learn.

My pants are too tight like a fitted glove.

My shoes are tattered and old

and my top fits too tight,

but I manage everyday without a fight.

It’s a bright sunny day,

I must say

but, I hear a rumble of thunder today.

It’s not thunder today I thought

The sound was making me churn

As I looked for food

with some concern.

With a loud slam shut

I jumped down a few.

They rolled round beneath my feet,

as my shoes slipped on the surface beneath.

It rounded the corner

as I approached.

I boarded and took a seat

and wondered how someone

could mistreat.

It’s 2am

And it’s happening again

Is this really how my life is supposed to have been?

My life goes

round like a spinning top

I hope one day it will all stop.

Timber (Image Poem) - Rachel Hetland

Timber

Briskly walking.

Silently not talking.

Crackling beneath my feet.

The sun is as big as a yellow balloon.

Floating high up in the sky,

escaping through,

warming my glistening skin.

Gazing up it all surrounds me.

 I  stand as quiet as a mouse.

Rustling leaves, chirping birds, cracking sticks.

Not so silent after all.

Sleepless Night

It was hot.

The hot that sticks to your skin

To your hair

To your pillow.

As I tossed and turned,

It became evident that sleep

Had eluded me that night

So I clumsily adventured to my window.

Pressed my fingers to the wire mesh

The screen popped right out

And…

Just sat on my roof.

Just sat and watched the night pass.

Then I saw it!

I saw the first brilliant wish maker

Soar across the sky.

I watched the metros

Pour from the sky

With bright light trials following them all

It turned out to be a beautiful night

To not sleep

The Sun

The earth comes alive with the rising of the sun

Fields produce their nourishment by the sun

Animals dash through the grasses and the forest

Back to their homes before the setting of the sun

The silvery moon takes its place in the sky at night

During the day light is given by the brilliant sun

The Lord created a way for us to see, by light

He created a way for us to live, by His Son

Life-giving faith has unfathomable power

People come alive with the rising of the Son

Daisy (Sonnet) - Sarah Ertl

Daisy

As the sun begins to rise

I turn and twist

The robin cries

The cool morning mist

Blankets the sky

I yearn for heat

I want not to have time pass me by

Finally the sunlight and I meet

Tightly held shut

I begin to open

Tips of white I show but

Eager, I ache to display my token

It is at last my hour

I reveal I am but a simple flower

The Tragedy of the Volcanoes (Ekphrastic Poem) - Sarah Ertl

The Tragedy of the Volcanoes

Laying

Tragically slain by her own hand

Victorious he sits at bended knee

Sorrow and disbelief overtake him

Like a gazelle being overtaken by a cheetah

His tears fall like raindrops on a tin roof

Echoing for no one to hear

Incapable of leaving

Waiting, praying

He is a statue

The moon and sun

Playing their endless game of tag though the sky

As he remains

Unmoved by changing of the seasons

The mountain signs

Unable to breathe life back into her

She remains

As white as the snow she lay upon

Desperate to become one

They join the mountain

Not as nourishment for the earth

But as stone

Stationary and immovable

They transform the once silent mountain

Into an erupting, impassioned volcano

Painting: The Legend of the Volcanoes (1940) By: Jesus Helguera

Apparition (Micro Story) - Rachel Hetland

Apparition

I stand in silence gazing out the Victorian window.  I peer out to see a wavy mirage erupting from the street. A tiny drop slides down my rosy cheek, and then….tiny, prickly goose bumps erupt.  It is no longer silent anymore. Cool air blows a whisp of my hair like a soft feather in the wind.  It comes as a soft whisper behind me.  Did I really just hear my name? There it is again! Do I dare turn around? My toes grip to the shaggy carpet. Fear was upon me and I turned around. Mouth open wide, trying to scream, but nothing came out. Dark shadow, I see him disappear. It was warm again and silent.



Collaborative Group Haiku – Rachel, Cathryn, Hannah, Sarah and Cordaroe

Beach Relief 

By: Rachel Hetland, Cathryn Hintz, Hannah Geiger, Sarah Ertl and Cordaroe Oscar

Blue waves are crashing

Sunshine beating down on me

Sand between my toes

Water crystal clear

Inviting and refreshing

Jump in to cool off

Dive into crystal

Blue water, it sparkles in

The scorching sunshine 

Floating, relaxing

Cool rolling waves support me

Fights off the sun's warmth

Getting out, diving in the deep,

Hitting the water with a chill

Hiding from the suns heat