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.:://..Black Roze..\\::. (blackroze) wrote,
@ 2003-02-16 18:22:00
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    Current mood:I wanna dance ;D
    Current music:Ramp (The logical song)-Scooter

    -More poems-
    Ok... more poems that I wrote for school...

    THE TRAIL I’D LEAVE BEHIND

    If I were in charge of the world
    I wouldn’t sit on a throne.
    I would walk the dirty streets,
    talking to those homeless and alone.
    I would wear a robe,
    magical pure white silk,
    Made of love, hope and peace.
    Wherever I went
    It would shimmer and sweep.

    I could look behind me and see
    little kids running free,
    Not a care in the world,
    Houses built up in riches,
    Happily married women and men.
    The world would sparkle and shine
    With what I’d leave behind.

    If I looked ahead
    And saw skinny, scrawny children
    With parents abusive, divorced and diseased,
    never would I frown.
    For once I passed their town
    I’d leave behind only trails
    Filled with sparkling and shinning, enchanted tales.

    If I were in charge of the world,
    I would step up to my throne,
    With all as pure as a pearl.
    I’d sit down to enjoy the little things
    The things that deserve to stay
    The things that make your day--
    A hot fudge sundae with a cherry on top
    To brighten bad times,
    A big, fuzzy teddy bear
    to cuddle when you need to cry,
    Warm golden-with-butter popcorn
    to munch while watching silly, but oh-so-wonderful movies,
    and more...

    If I were in charge of the world,
    I wouldn’t forget to leave challenges
    --for what would life be,
    handed to you on a silver platter?
    If all were too perfect
    Then nothing would matter.

    -Julie Ferguson-

    HAIKU COLLECTION


    OWL


    Sun sets quietly
    Eyes flutter open again
    Screeching over town


    SUN RISE

    Silhouetted bat
    Against morning rays of sun
    Forever blinded


    PREY OF NIGHT

    Darkness from cold nights
    Yellow eyes beam from forests
    Poised to pounce on prey


    PAINT MY SKY

    The sun paints pictures
    Streaked skies of many colors
    Floats down, one with sun


    STATE OF HONOR

    Blessed be thy fit name
    Describes your personality
    Walk with grace, held high

    -Julie Ferguson-

    FUZZY SOCKS

    I am sorry,
    For I have stolen your socks.
    Yes, the thick, fuzzy blue ones.

    I know,
    You loved to lie around
    The house with the
    Soft, comfy socks on,
    While the cold winter winds
    Made every other toe cold.

    Forgive me, but
    My feet were actually warm,
    And comfortable for once
    During the freezing cold winter.

    -Julie Ferguson-

    Ok...Thats all. Comment and tell me what you think. Buh bye



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