Blog #18: A Buddy

                A Buddy

On atop of normal hill sits a busy household

Never a dull moment with Buddy

Our Jack Russell Terrier is hyper and cute

Sometimes too hyper

 Greets me every day with his friendly face

And tail wagging with his love

Even if I have only been gone for five minutes

But he is never alone very long

With all the other animals and our busy life at home

Roommate and me

For he was not mine at first, but my roommate’s dog

But I love him as if he was

His home is mine

His playful mood is fun and drives me crazy at the same time

I would like to know what he does all day with his time

For he always has energy

When I walk through that door

He is brown and white

With a hair tattoo of a bone

His floppy ears perk ready to take on the world

As if he was a kid in a large grocery store

I better catch him before

He decides to attack the mailman, just doing his job,

Both of their jobs 

Blog #16: Does poetry matter?

I believe poetry does matter. Where would we be without it? Poetry is used every day whether we know it or not. From songs that you hear on the radio to that cute poem your sweetheart wrote for you. It’s all around us. When we can’t think of the right words to say poetry can come into play, especially in a movie. Such as in Patch Adams, when he is at his friends funeral and he finishes the poem he didn't finish when she was alive. And in Blind Side, when Michael Orr can’t think of anything to write about and hones in on “The charge of the Light Brigade” by Alfred Lord Tennyson. Another would be “The Raven” written by Edgar Allan Poe. This is about Poe’s poetry and how a murder is using those poems to kill certain people.  And of course in our everyday TV shows like Family Guy, when Stewie makes up a poem about a “squiggly line” he sees in his eye. I agree with the fact that people tend to read more literature than poetry. This could be because the newspaper has been replaced with Sudoku puzzles and reporters opinions instead of the facts. Because this has happened I believe that when people hear the word poetry they shudder with dread due to the torture of that one bad English teacher in high school and we never see the true beauty of it. 

Blog #15: conversation

Stressed: /

Unstressed: U

Me: Hi!!

Roommate: HI! How was your day? (Hi-/, How-U, was- /, your- U, day-/) broken up into 5 different parts-

Me: It was good and super busy. I had two clients this morning and I have a 15 hour day tomorrow! How was your day? (it-/, was-U, good-/, and-U, su-/ per-U, bu-/sy-U-8 parts)

RM:  It was long. I worked a full day today and I am weary. Do you just wanna order something for dinner and watch a movie? (it- U, was-/, long-/. I-U worked-/, a-U, full-U, day-/ to-U day-/, and-U, I-U, am-/, wea-/ ry-U)

Me: Yeah! I wanna relax while I can. What were you thinkin? (Yeah-/, I-U, wan-U na-/, re-U lax-/, while-U, I-U, can-U)

RM: well, I have a coupon for Papa Johns… does that sound good? What sounds good to you?(well-U, I-U, have-U, a-U, cou-/ pon-U, for-U, Pa-U pa-U, Johns-/)

Me: I like papa johns! Let’s do that!(I-U, like-U, Pa-U pa-U, Johns-/! Lets-/ do-U, that-/)

While we are waiting for our pizza…

Me: so today, my first client kept me super busy for the whole two hours.(so-U, to-U day-/, my-U, first-/, client-/, kept-/, me-U, su-U per-/, bu-/ sy-U, for-U, the-U, whole-U, two-/, hours-/ ) I went grocery shopping for her, made her Rice Krispy treats, made her pudding, made her bed, did her dishes, and gave her a shower! Then I went to my second client and she had some errands she wanted to run so we did that. And I got the chance to see my advisor and got cleared to sign up for classes.

RM: what classes are you going to take?(what-/, class-/ es-U, are-U, you-U, go-U ing-U, to-/, take-/)

Me: I only have two classes left to take before I can apply to the program. Which are patho and ethics…super fun!(I-U, on-U ly-/, have-/, two-/, class/ es-U, left-/, to-U, take-/, be-U fore-U, I-U, can-/, ap-U ply-/, to-U, the-U, Pro-/ gram-U)

RM: wow! (gets text message). Pete wants to get together with me tonight. (wow-/, Pe-U te-/ want-/ s-/, to-U, get-/, to-/ gether-U, with-U, me-U, to- / night-/)

Me: what are you going to tell him?(what-/, are-U, you-U, go-U ing-U, to-/, tell-U, him-U)

RM:  I’m going to have dinner with you and then see how I feel and go from there (I-U m-U, go-U ing-U, to-/, have-/, din-U ner-U, with-U, you-U, and-U, then-/, see-U, how-/, I-U, feel-U, and-U, go-U, from-U, there-/)

Me: Ok, that sounds good (Ok-/, that-/, sounds-U, go-U od-/)

Blog#14: The Pumpkin

The Pumpkin

The rough orange surface just dirty and crowded

Matching leaves on the damp ground  

blog #13: sonnet: To my bed

To my bed

You look so comfy

Yes you do

But I must avoid you

But my homework is bumpy

I’m getting a little grumpy

I want to be glued

 to you

You are so lovely

With two warm blankets

Has its has habits

To have seven pillows

Each with its own purpose

You look like a circus

Lacking your smooth surface

Blog #12: Sestina

Breaks

There are three breaks

First is thanksgiving

Then Christmas

And finally spring

I can get away from school

And work

I love my work

But I need my breaks

To not get burned out with school

Hugs at thanksgiving

Peace during the spring

And tears of joy at Christmas

My favorite holiday, Christmas

I don’t have to worry about work;

It couldn’t come sooner, spring

I need my breaks

My second favorite holiday, thanksgiving

And if I get everything done no school!

While it’s hard, I like school

Family pajamas at Christmas

Turkey at thanksgiving

No work

I need my Breaks

Flowers at spring

A much needed spring

After a cold winter at school

I need my breaks

Clients have their own traditions for Christmas

Clients being related to work

It might snow at Thanksgiving

Thanks are given at thanksgiving

Life during spring

Back to work

Back to school

Gifts are given at Christmas

I need my breaks

Ode to this lonely key

Ode to this lonely key

This lonely key

How it misses thee

 the one

Who is still left in

That mangled truck

 to be released from the ignition

it could not

Forever it will stay

This lonely key

Not often used 

But always

gently gliding over and turning the lock

that held that canopy closed

Smaller than its buddy

and gold in color too

shiny it was at first

now shows signs of its old life

like the wrinkles of an old man

a single circle for her fingers to hold

extending out are the

ridges that are on one side

 instead of two

This lonely key

Still clinging to its ring

Now has a new home

Next to the new one

No longer needed

This lonely key

Mine forever it will be