#18 mans (or woman's) best friend

Driving five hours to get to Kalispell, Montana
All I take is one right and two lefts
When I pull into the drive he barks like crazy
As black as midnight
Trying to park as he runs towards me
Such playful barks welcome me
One step out, I have a tennis ball at my feet
I throw it and he runs like the wind
Like a horse out of the gate he swiftly grabs the ball and rushes back
To the finish line
Panting hard but ready to race once again
He's delighted when I throw the
Ball for a while
Finally needing water he stomps inside slerping it
Ready for a nap he climbs on my lap. He always thinks
He needs a treat for everything.
He eats the treat so fast
Did he even taste it?
A nice big yawn, he closes his eyes
Still breathing heavy from racing for the ball
Pure black with dark brown eyes, hes fun, warm, and cuddly
Always ready to play
All I say is "outside" and hes good to go
I love my lab

Can poetry matter?

Poetry does and always will matter. In poetry one word can mean so many different things. That is one thing that I do like about it. Poetry can have so many different meanings yet also have the same. Poetry is almost lost in certain ways. I feel like not many people want to spend time anymore thinking of or about poetry. If you just sit back and listen around many people may quote songs. If you look at the lyrics most of them rhyme and tell a story. That is what poetry does, tell a story. Whether it is two lines or two hundred lines it gives you a story and insight to some thought. It may be a new though or view of something or it may trigger a memory and make you laugh, cry, feel sad or excited. This is just a very small insight to why I think that poetry matters.

#15 everyday conversation

u= unstressed
/ = stressed

How was the Haunted House?
/            /    u   /     u       /
It was interesting
/    u    u  /   u  /
I can't believe that you went
/   u      u  /        u     /      u
Haha well my friend Chancey came too
/   u     u      /     u        /     /          u      u
Oh ok
/      u
We missed you though
u      /          /        u
Yeah, I didn't want to get scared
   /      u   /  u      /    u   u     /
Haha it wasn't to bad about a half hour to a hour after hahaha
/  u     u    /       u    /      u      u   u     /     u  u  u        /     /  / /
That's what I was afraid of
/            u    /    u      /       u
Haha, yeah
/    /      u
I want to sleep
u    /     u     /
Me too but I'm here at LC reffing volleyball
/       u   u     /       u    u   /     /   u      /      /
Hey are the kids still going to be there Sunday?
/       u     u   /        /      /   u   u  u     /        u  /
I don't know, I think so
/     u       /      u   /      /

#14 My younger siblings

Waiting to see what they become, watching them grow.

Gone like summer to winter.

# 13 Sonnet of LIFE :)

This time of the year kind of sucks
There are many things that I am wishing
I could be out shooting many bucks
Or having a wonderful time fishing

Life can be so funny
Living day to day
With no money
Yet we find our way

College, that's what we work toward
Over coming all  the strife
Even if its hard to afford
Working towards a better life

If we hit a hard spot and life is a half empty cup
We turn our eyes to the Lord and keep looking up

# 12 Sestina

Oh life can be so sweet
It may be tough with things we do
But as a kid I was told
Through thick and thin to keep my head up
Fall down seven get up eight is a great
Saying reminding me I have always been loved

Its always great to be loved
It can be sad but it can be sweet
Love from my parents is also great
How we treat others and the things we do
Can determine whether we are put up
Or down and this is what were told

Since we were young we have been told
That we are loved
But then again being put up
From the saying is not always sweet
The way that society works and what we do
Isn't always great

What some people say is great
But what some people are told
Is not what they do
Because even if they are loved
Their words could be sour or sweet
So that is where their actions rise up

As we grow up
We decide which actions are great
Sour, saddening, wonderful and sweet
Words we are told
Dictate how we feel loved
And what we do

The things that we do
Can bring others up
With our words we can make them feel loved
And great
What they are told
Can make their day oh so sweet

People who are great
Have been told
And started a chain reaction with what is sweet

Ode to the Piano

When kept in tune
you make a beautiful sound.
No matter how old or new
You can always be found.

My parents made me
play when I was young
We bonded for over
five years.

With it always being
A love relationship
We were very keen
together forever.

Not sure why but
I decided to stop playing
I felt like a nut
when I looked at you

I still waned to play
But many years passed
Although I now have found a way
And all it took was sitting down with you

Quicker than I thought
My fingers slid across your keys
Nothing had to be bought
But a reminder of what I love.

Piano, piano, piano