Poems Teen Poetry Summer Camp

A July of Saturdays 2011

Depression

Where is the light?

Where is my light?

Left alone in the dark

With no lamp or flare.

The dark is eating me alive

Until a warm ray of someone dear

Keeps that shadow away.

Marian Fowler Hornsby

Untitled

Just a beautiful day staring at me

Through my gated doorway.

I can't see the world too well

from in here.

But its safe & private,

lonely and full of electronics.

But I can see the essence

of an exciting day

waiting outside.

Bright, clear & vibrant.

But I can't go out there.

I don't have the prosperity.

Everything costs something.

Experiences are paid for by time,

Time is extinguished in nonsense.

I've had a lot of extra time lately,

But not many experiences.

They are leashed and tamed,

Named by society's enemies,

God's wicked impersonator,

The false guide.

Telling me what I can

& cannot do.

But he only has power

if I believe in him.

Maybe I'll just take

A nice long walk.

David Salomon

Summer Saturday Afternoon

My body is tired

My mind is not

My body is old

My mind is young

My stomach is plump

My soul is lean

My body is tired

My mind is keen

My life is happy

Your life is sad

My body is tired

My lean is clean

My pen is moving

My back is taut

My body is tired

My mind is not

My body is tired

Thanks a lot

Jim MorenoPoems Teen Poetry Summer Camp

A July of Saturdays 2011

Depression

Where is the light?

Where is my light?

Left alone in the dark

With no lamp or flare.

The dark is eating me alive

Until a warm ray of someone dear

Keeps that shadow away.

Marian Fowler Hornsby

Untitled

Just a beautiful day staring at me

Through my gated doorway.

I can't see the world too well

from in here.

But its safe & private,

lonely and full of electronics.

But I can see the essence

of an exciting day

waiting outside.

Bright, clear & vibrant.

But I can't go out there.

I don't have the prosperity.

Everything costs something.

Experiences are paid for by time,

Time is extinguished in nonsense.

I've had a lot of extra time lately,

But not many experiences.

They are leashed and tamed,

Named by society's enemies,

God's wicked impersonator,

The false guide.

Telling me what I can

& cannot do.

But he only has power

if I believe in him.

Maybe I'll just take

A nice long walk.

David Salomon

Summer Saturday Afternoon

My body is tired

My mind is not

My body is old

My mind is young

My stomach is plump

My soul is lean

My body is tired

My mind is keen

My life is happy

Your life is sad

My body is tired

My lean is clean

My pen is moving

My back is taut

My body is tired

My mind is not

My body is tired

Thanks a lot

Jim MorenoPoems Teen Poetry Summer Camp

A July of Saturdays 2011

Depression

Where is the light?

Where is my light?

Left alone in the dark

With no lamp or flare.

The dark is eating me alive

Until a warm ray of someone dear

Keeps that shadow away.

Marian Fowler Hornsby

Untitled

Just a beautiful day staring at me

Through my gated doorway.

I can't see the world too well

from in here.

But its safe & private,

lonely and full of electronics.

But I can see the essence

of an exciting day

waiting outside.

Bright, clear & vibrant.

But I can't go out there.

I don't have the prosperity.

Everything costs something.

Experiences are paid for by time,

Time is extinguished in nonsense.

I've had a lot of extra time lately,

But not many experiences.

They are leashed and tamed,

Named by society's enemies,

God's wicked impersonator,

The false guide.

Telling me what I can

& cannot do.

But he only has power

if I believe in him.

Maybe I'll just take

A nice long walk.

David Salomon

Summer Saturday Afternoon

My body is tired

My mind is not

My body is old

My mind is young

My stomach is plump

My soul is lean

My body is tired

My mind is keen

My life is happy

Your life is sad

My body is tired

My lean is clean

My pen is moving

My back is taut

My body is tired

My mind is not

My body is tired

Thanks a lot

Jim Moreno