Ryan Mendoza
A Blue Moon
Leaving the bar, Blue Moon on tap
The man stumbles, losing his cap.
He looks at the sky, and then screams,
Starts what happens in his worse dreams,
These two words, slurred from beer, “O CRAP!”
He vomits, waking with a slap
And then knows he is what it seems:
A drunk werewolf
Once canine, he hunts for a sap
When he sees one he sets a trap.
He gets the prey, the taste, he creams.
Done with the kill, he starts to scheme
How he can return home to nap.
A drunk werewolf.
Sean Newell
Caged within the walls of my dorm
Boredom takes unusual form
Most time is spent just scraping by
Or watching TV while I’m high
Writing songs to later perform
Instant soup, picking out the corn
Every day new clutter is born
We’re just a pair of lazy guys
My dorm is pretty sweet
An antique rug over tile worn
With scattered clothes as if by storm
Atop my bed I often lie
My dreams take me into the sky
Feeling safe beneath blankets warm
My dorm is pretty sweet
Hannah Obanni:
Tears fall down like swift waterfalls
Untroubled times she can’t recall.
No dam to hold the waters back,
Only a feeling could halt their track.
Persevering through the long haul
The river continues to crawl
Succumbing to gravity’s fall
The tears stream down the cliffs aged cracks
Waterfall tears.
As the water comes down the tall
Cliff above people stop enthralled
With the cascade. They’re taken back
By rough waters that don’t lack
Emotion. They’re touched as she bawls
Waterfall tears.
NICOLE WHITMAN
Where Spiders Crawl
Where spiders crawl flies always flee
As do sane people such as me
Always weaving their webs of doom
Encasing lost flies in a tomb
Hiding out in a covered tree
Making them tricky to forsee
Instilling fear in my body
Inspiring thoughts of dark gloom
Where spiders crawl
Spinning around the world as free
As their prey fly and honeybee
Like the bee flitting to each bloom
It moves about, glad to assume
There is nowhere it cannot be
Where spiders crawl
I had great sex
by Sam Hatamian
I had great sex, the condom broke
Life style condoms are but a joke
There was only passion and lust
Until I, decided to bust
For I had given her my yoke
What to do, I called my old folk
They laughed and told me to do coke
Buying Plan B it was a must
I had great sex
She took the pill and did not choke
I went outside for a long smoke
I thought that life was so unjust
That all things good can turn to dust
Never again shall I provoke
I had great sex
Catherine Stobie
Parks
"In Rolling Fields"
In rolling fields the grasses grow
Between the monkey bars, the kids go,
That offer hours of good times,
While old folks sit and write their rhymes,
Thinking about times long ago.
Into the ground the gardeners sow,
New seeds which they will have to mow,
In the background of singers’ chimes
In rolling fields.
Out from the bushes runs a do,
To escape what we do not know,
Fleeing scenes of what must be crimes,
While businessmen sit and count dimes,
Not noticing that grasses grow
In rolling fields.
IMAN HABEL
King of Kings: initiates the missions of the jungle with a start
The moon dancing in his eyes as the wind he shall act
His gaze as piercing as the siren's scream
His feet as swift as the wind shall deem
His hunger the feast of a thousand smart
His satisfaction the chase of a thousand art
as his nature as bold as an acrobat's extreme
King of kings
For he is a wonder who lays only for his heart
For his instinct stands ready to any and coact
For his touch is as dangerous as a lovers dream
As his meaning falls short if his kingdom falls apart
King of Kings
CLAIRE DURLING
On Cherry Street, the willows flow
Above the homes they grow and grow,
They smile and shine to those who see,
Their wondrous sight of might and glee
Beneath the green filled magic show
Smiling children laugh from below
Amongst the leaves, the cherries glow
As neighbors pass the big, tall tree
On Cherry Street
Tomorrow's dawn may shun the glow!
A summer's day, returned to woe.
Look on dear tree; go out, be free!
Your presence bound for it's destiny
Glorious light from hence we sow
On Cherry Street
CORY HASKEL
The fearless four, friends so true
Together for life unseen glue
Adventures through the parts unknown
Taking the hardships without groans
Their will unbeatable, it shone
They went to the valley Herscu
Quest for riches learned from a clue
The valley path small, overgrown
The fearless four
In the heart of the valley grew,
The precious herb, covered with dew
The prize is theirs, its value known
They fled from the valley of stone
They quest on, no rest for the few
The fearless four
NNEKA UMEH
Above Northern Norway are lights,
lights that glow up the sky at night.
Late autumn and early spring,
careful observations they bring,
a mercy with nature so tight.
A rainbow of colors at flight,
dance across the sky as a kite.
No place else displays such a thing
Above Northern Norway
Searching for duplicates you might,
phenomenon as colors fight.
10 min show, colors don’t cling,
they come and go October fling,
Above Northern Norway
FRANKEES SAMAD
Snow
The drops have hardened into snow
And now begins weeks of this white glow
In these white flakes the seasons change
Shoveled driveway, now rearrange
The life you had lived weeks ago
No more daisies for you to sow
Just fine winter coats to outgrow
All the while the grass grows strange
On winters day
And furthermore the wind does blow
And crashes into friend or foe
Without a greeting to exchange
From the suns rays we are estranged
The drops are hard, like dews of snow
On winters day
KATY RYAN
Dinner
The centerpiece looks oh so fine
With forks and knives, tonight we dine
Soup and salad, some this and that
We’ll eat until we’re purely fat
Served buffet style we’re all in line
Please finish yours, you can’t have mine
It’s getting late at half past nine
And no one can stop staring at
The centerpiece.
And what is dinner without wine?
Or possibly beer from a stein?
Don’t get too drunk, take off your hat
If you choke your back I will pat
Turn blue, I’ll whack with (‘fore you whine)
The centerpiece.
KATHRYN CHUN
The Future
Years before your infancy,
Before your cell-like infantry,
Formed a body in your mother,
You were spectral time inside her,
Waiting for destinies to see,
Spec, child, mother, all in agency,
Time declared its own cadency,
One in one in one another,
The future starts.
Seeds in seeds, like you in me,
Imbricate in brilliancy, ‘
Beginnings begin to smother,
Pasts and presents on each other-
But in life’s sweet alliciency
The future starts
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