Poetry

I spoke with shout of acclamation,
But my voice gave no indication,
Of a wondrous resonation,
Silenced by perpetuation.

My friends gave me quite a stare,
In return I gave a glare,
How will I ever, ever fare,
Trapped in this gigantic snare?

Soon began their elation,
By crude means of imitation,
It's too bad my retaliation,
Was still in the stage of creation.

I'm not being at all facetious,
When I say this day was egregious!

Sweltering flames spout from the sky,
As the thunder howls its cry
The wind sings tranquil words of woe,
That every heart doth seem to know.

Acrid smoke impedes the air,
Bringing with it new despair,
The birds' soft singing slowly drops,
To the beat of bleak tear drops.

Surrounded now by ghastly death,
Is enough to steal one's breath,
Oh, how the heavens weep and mourn,
When every face doth seem forlorn.

Innocence once more is lost,
To get it back is such a cost,
How many lives must cease,
For our world to achieve peace?

I travel to a world afar,
Flying past a giant star,
But time is surely running out,
For evil is lurking all about.

Growing up in the Deep South,
I see prejudice spout from every mouth.
Perhaps my dad's a defender of truth
And of those believed to be uncouth.

At a school of wizardry and magic
Is a boy who lived a life so tragic,
But now he comes to save the world
From the powers of darkness unfurled.

It's nighttime now and in my heart,
It pains me so that we're apart,
Sending me to horrid madness
From a place of utter sadness.

On the table was a clue,
Telling me of one I knew,
Feeling compelled to find him here,
The one who killed my friend so dear.

Traveling under the deep blue sky,
Praying freedom would soon come by,
Hiding to depths so far away,
Hoping to see another day.

In a forest very deep,
Close to a plane that fell so steep,
Foreced to live with wolves and bears,
With no one near who even cares.

In the land of green eggs and ham,
Lives a wondrous Sam-I-am.
He will eat them anywhere,
And his food he loves to share.

A mistaken identity, a dying mother,
And yet, to me, they call out "Brother,"
Will you help, and don't you see?
This is your chance to make men free.

On an island far from here
Is a sight that most would fear.
What many call folk tales and lore
Is what I saw, a dinosaur.

At a prison in the past
Is an innocent life that never will last.
With a single touch of his dark hand,
He can save the soul of any man.

Now my journey is nearly done,
Although I had unbelievable fun.
But my confustion seems to loom,
For I have never left my room.

I look around an what I see
Totally amazes me,
Sherlock Holmes, Green Eggs and Ham,
Star Wars, Hatchet, Harriet Tubman.

Romeo and Juliet,
Works from the Bard are hard to forget.
Jurassic Park was really great,
A splendid mess of twisted fate.

The most tragic was The Green Mile,
A miracle destroyed by guile.
Another sad tale to be heard
Is To Kill a Mockingbird.

From the brilliance of Victor Hugo,
Les Miserables, a story, a show.
Here, perhaps is one of the most well known
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.

I stare at all these books on my floor;
It seems sthat they are blocking the door,
Not that it really matters to me.
I don't need to leave my room to be free.

I look again at these marvelous books.
Each I devoured with hungering looks,
But wait, what's this, another tale?
And so, on another journey I sail.

Now a new adventure starts,
One that's sure to capture my heart,
A true story without decoy,
A book Dahl simply called Boy.