Poetry ~ Two Cinquains

My Love
Always at ease
He sits and waits for me
My reason for being here now
My friend

~*~

Raindrops
Refreshing, peaceful
Sprinkles, pours, spits
Never enough desert springtime
Showers

1/24/07

I Walk Alone

Mika's Note: And apparently that's truer than I thought. LOL  Posted this to another group and didn't get a single response.  Not even a 'You suck, give it up'.  Hmmm... must be worse than I thought. *G*  Ah, the Muse will smite me for that one, I suppose. 

I walk alone

Watching, waiting

Always wondering where

This life I lead will take me

Will you still be there

Always by my side or

Will your memory wilt

And fade like a dream gone by

The future holds unknown

Every answer I seek

Time will tell

But until that day

I forever walk alone

Cubs Power

*Snort*  I was soooo into baseball as a kid.  And, in honor of the Chicago Cubs doing so well this season, I'll torture you with this poem I wrote (and all the cheesy nickname I had for my faves back then).  Ryne Sandberg, Greg Maddux, Harry Caray, Steve Stone... ahhh, those were the days.  :)

~It's a beautiful day for a ball game, let's play two!

 

Cubs Power

4/15/89

The starting lineup

Has some punch

With Sandberg,

Law and Grace

Let’s not forget Damon

And, of course, not Andre

Pinstripe Maddux, pitches wit power

And sometimes gracefully

But with Prince Markie, Ryno

Shawon and Vance

He needn’t ever worry

His battery mate is the great

Number nine Damon Berryhill

To whom he has no equal

Besides that, the outfield’s loaded

With the leader of the army, Andre

Mitch and Jerome too

The Cubs have talent

The strength and the drive

They have their fans

And their good ol’ Wrigley

But most of all

They have Harry, Steve and Dewayne

Blood Love

Up until I hit high school, I'd always written short stories.  I'm just too long-winded to even consider writing anything shorter. However, you know how teens are and it seemed like everyone around me was writing poetry.  And, while I enjoy a good poem, I'd never tried to write any.  Um, well, now I know why.  Found a notebook with a bunch of things I'd written back then and as I get them typed up and saved to disk, I'll share them here.  Maybe. LOL  Before you laugh, check the date - I wasn't quite 15 yet. LOL

~A rather embarrassed, Mika

Blood Love

5/8/89

Slowly we drink

Our special red wine

From long-stemmed crystal glasses

A single drop floats gently

Gently down your chin

We glance up, our eyes meet

And we smile

Our long sharp fangs

Glisten in the moonlight