At the day before the night

Our souls immersed in the fountain of sin

Before the end of judgment, not in sight.

The Angel of the Lord will take flight

To end the grief that we may spin

At the day before the night.

We may cower before the Lord’s awesome might,

Too soon to judge what lies beyond the din

Before the end of judgment, not in sight.

At our mortal lack of insight

The Lord himself will laugh and grin,

At the day before the night.

He shall then show us the light

Of how the devil he shall fight and win

Before the end of judgment, not in sight.

The eyes of humanity filled with delight

As the end is about to begin,

At the day before the night

Before the end of judgments, not in sight.

Revised Version

The little baby Jesus,

will to soon recieve us,

and will ask us to dine,

at his table devine.

Edgar Allen Poe

wrote stories of woe,

he defines revenge,

that will make you cringe.

There was an old man in a lake,

Said he," oh no, its a snake!

He bit me, I think,

and left in a wink

Now my foot is beginning to ache."

I once met a lady in blue,

she wore not but one shoe,

she was confused,

a little bemused,

I felt for this lady in blue.

Alliterative-

Sisters, screaming, swinging, surrender,

pulling,pursue, pounding,

bellowing, beating, bursting, blunder,

Feathers, Fluff, Falling.

Narative-

Robin, gliding, staring, discovering,

Digging , pulling, frost,

heaving, worm, success, returning,

Oops! dropped, Lost.

Punch line-

Christmas, excitement, presents, bright

hoping, wishing, wondering,

shape, size, sound, right,

Maybe..., only, clothing.

My grandmother is a hardworking honeybee

striving to collect the

golden nectar for her hive,

always trying to overachieve

struggling to perfect every aspect of her life.

Albeit she is a worker bee

she is the queen of her hive

willing the rest

to follow in her lead

she successfully leads us to the

flowering fields of opportunity.

My family is a forest.

My father is an oak tree,

standing tall and strong but sometimes swayed by a storm.

My mother is a thunderstorm,

quick to ignite a fire but brings sustenance as well.

My sister is a coyote,

shy to others but playful when with her own pack.

My younger sister is a frolicking fawn,

leaping trustfully but unwisely over fallen trees.

And I am an owl sitting on a branch watching closely over it all.

Dew dripping off of

wildflowers, glistening in

the new morning dawn.

Caterpillars lounge

on leaves, restlessly spinning

protective cocoons.

Greedy falcons cast

their intense gaze upon an

unfortunate victim.

Matthew-

Responsible, hardworking, respectful, and hopeful.

Brother of Megan and Melina.

Lover of the beauty of the mountains, the sight of the sea,

and the wildness of being with friends.

Who feels peace at night, happiness when succeeding, and anger when yelled at.

Who needs, friends, sports, and an addicting book.

Who gives encouragement, help, and hope.

Who fears losing family, being unwanted, and disappointing someone.

Who would like to see respect for adults, excitement to learn, and less stress in families.

Who lives in a sky blue house on Blue Sky Trail.

-Matheney

Cat

Mysterious, Mischievous

Disappearing, Deceiving, Disregarding

Lives in the Moment

Dandy

Martial Arts

Intense, Fluid

Kicking, Punching, Jumping

Unarmed combat for Self Defense

Taekwon-Do

I sing of a tranquil autumn evening,

            of pale blue skies

            lined with down,

            of chilling breezes

            wafting through the trees.

I sing of vibrant colors

            cascading over the horizon

            throwing the landscape into sharp relief,

            of the final passing of the sun

            as it is consumed once more.

I sing of chirping crickets

            providing a symphonic lullaby for the earth,

            of the sky, illuminated with light anew

as the webs of stars descend upon it.

I sing of blissful, precious silence,

            of glistening morning dew,

            shining in the rosy dawn

            at the birth of a new day.

Do you listen when I speak?

Does it matter what I do?

Am I visible to all? none?or only some?

Am I heard above the crowd?

Or is my voice not so loud?

All I wish is to be heard.

Memories of  today

Never fading, here to stay.

Here and now, strong and pround

Looking up from the ground.

YOUTH

Memories of yesterday

slowly fading into gray.

Older, weaker, and not as lound

Soon to look down from a cloud.

OLD AGE

I sing of camping trips in the forest

         of quiet fishing on the lake,

         of cool gentle breezes

         supplying us with an escape from the blazing sun.

I sing of the flowing current of a stream

         that laps at the sides of our canoes,

         of the drip! drip! of falling raindrops

         as they unite with the surface of the stream.

I sing of sweet smelling winds,

         that cause the leaves to intricately dance

         according to natures music,

         of laughter as children weave in

         and out of trees in a playful game.

I sing of crimson twilights streaked with gold,

         of slowly sinking sun

         as it meshes with the trees,

         and allows nights embrace to overcome it.

What is life

meant to be?

Struggles? Strife?

Uncertainty?

Or is it supposed

to be of joy, laughter

hopes and dreams.

I am a baby lion

eager to experience life.

Protected by my parents

I am free to explore the world around me.

Running, jumping, pouncing

I enjoy they life to its fullest.

As I grow older,

My parents show me the ways of our world

The new experiences show me

thrill me and I become eager for more.

My family is a forest.

My father is the oak trees,

standing tall and strong but is sometimes swayed by a storm.

My mother is a thunder storm,

quick to ignite a fire but brings sustenance as well.

My sister is a coyote,

shy to others but playful when with her own pack.

My younger sister is a frolicking fawn,

leaping trustfully but unwisely over fallen trees.

I am an owl, sitting on a branch, watching closely over it all.