September 2005 Theme ~ "Buildings"
Our assignment for September's contest was to write a poem about A BUILDING.It could be a building from the past, or from the present, or from our imagination. It might be a building we loved, or one that scared us, or any type of building we chose. . .
Our poets came up with a wide variety of buildings and related poems, all of which were excellent! Below are the winning poems, and the other entries are on the following page.
Congratulations to our September winners!
The House on Midnight Bay
Darkness looms upon the placeWhere it seems I saw "the face"
Staring as if miles away
From the house on Midnight Bay.
A child's whisper could be heard
But somehow not the frenzied words,
Just a whimper seemed to flow
From that dark upstairs window.
Mesmerized by what I saw
I slowly wandered through the door
And pausing for a moment there
The whispers drew me up the stairs.
Echoes then reverberate
Along the path that was my fate
The evil lure that lead me here
Soon transcended into fear.
But still the silent weathered place
Haunts the island with "the face",
So if you happen out that way
Don't enter the house on Midnight Bay.
© 2005 ~ Christina
Doodlebugger's Daughter
Drill the holes, do the test. Tell them where, to drill, is best.Work at this without a care, 'til we know if oil is there.
Then pack up and move away, to another town for 90 days. (give or take)
Another school, another friend, but only until the potential ends.
Another house, another town, it's kinda fun to move around.
But sad when you can't find your way to the room in this house where you stay.
Then one day we bought a home, tailor made for folks who roam.
Mobile "Home". Our house on wheels. Yes, we heard how the upper class feels.
"Trailer Trash" "Doodlebuggers" Those are two. There's lots of others.
What they say, can't hurt me, 'cause we're the world's best family.
A loving home, cared for well. In 33 years it never fell.
Parents kept it full of love, & God sent blessings from above.
© 2005 ~ Lonesome Dove
Haven of the Soul
This ole' house has many a talefrom the laughter of children
to the loss of the frail
I hear in the rafters, it's mourning today
probably from memorys that haven't faded away
maybe it's thinking of mother so dear
who tended it daily, and shut out all fear
why, this ole' house was filled with love
was a haven for many, a shelter to some
now it stands alone and afraid.....
longing for someone to love it that way
but what a peace, as I walk thru the door
yes, home is still home, and I need look no more
I shall bring comfort to this house once again
and the legacy lives on, from mom to my hands
© 2005 ~ Tam
