Words and Knives

                         By: Weller C.

                                Free-Verse

The ground is smattered with our blood,

our names are written in the mud.

This endless cycle we endure,

is bound to keep our spirits here.

For all the men who run and hide,

and those who cheated, stole, and lied.

We weep for thee and hope we may,

send their spirits on their way.

For when all who feel they’re lost

are found.The blood that once stained; leaves the ground.

And in the loud stadium,

they think it's all in good fun.

As we struggle in the dust,

till one of us is gone

No one cares for us a bit,

at us they curse, and scowl, and spit.

But even when our time is near,

we remember who commits us here.

We think nothing of those whom bring us down,

but instead, look ahead, at those who hold our crown.

We are the kings of all their lives,

We fight for them with words and knives

Props to William Ernest Henley for the inspiration to write this poem.

Cross Country Running

               By: Weller C.

                Free-Verse

What sport could be the greatest? To me I know; but you?

what do you thinks the greatest sport, the one that's fun for you?

To me the air’s the greatest when you’re almost out of breathe,

And everything is more fun when you feel so close to death.

Running is the greatest, you’d know it if you tried,

But even if your really slow, much fun you’ll always find.

The cheetah knows what speed is, the wolf can run evermore,

But if you say you hate to run, your mind will shut a door.

It could stay open longer if you gave it half a chance,

Because the hills and grass are waiting, exhausted legs to dance.

Cross Country is greater sport you’ll ever hope to meet,

But if you don’t believe me, come with us and put good use to those feet!

       Dragons

       By: Weller C.

           Acrostic

Death defying

Raging creatures

Among all beasts

Great and mighty

Over the hills and into their caves

Not ones to be taken lightly

Shadowy flaming beings

       Phoenix Dream

             By: Weller C.

               Wingspark

I dreamed

I rode upon a flaming beast

Through a never-ending sky

Burning brightly like the sun

With its ever-burning form

Fire and Water

         By: Weller C.        

 diamante

                                   Fire

                         hot, destructive 

            burning, destroying, killing

        inferno, flames, indigo, gentle rains,

               healing, hydrating, soothing

                      cold, regenerative

                                Water

      Reeds among the pond

                   By: Weller C.

                          Haiku

   Long vibrant green poles

The waters strong living staves

   Reeds among the pond

    Silver Wolf

     By: Weller C.

      Free-Verse

The swift wolf runs ahead of the rest,

Its clear that at running he’s the best.

His silver fur is shining bright,

He’s painted in the perfect light.

The silver colored running wolf,

Dodges running elk’s large hoof.

As silver wolf bites down to kill,

The other wolves watch from the hill.

All the wonderful meat he brings,

Is eaten heartily as sunset dims.

The silver wolf lies down to sleep,

Till into his den, the sun-light doth creep.

     The Lonely Dragon

               By: Weller C.

                  Free-Verse

Alone is in Dragon in the side of the mountain.

On the cold dark floor of the cave he sleeps.

He is ever-watchful of the city below.

Many knights have come to kill him.

None have succeeded in killing Dragon.

Dragon only wants a friend.

He is not so cold hearted as they think he is.

He only kills the men who come to kill him to save himself.

If only they could see his true nature.

If only,

If only,

If only they would give poor Dragon a chance

For he would surely welcome them into his den

and be kind to them, loving even

as if they were his own kin

         When the Stairway to Heaven Falls

                            By: Weller C.

                             Free-Verse

You have left earth behind you and the road lies clear ahead.

The screams from below are drowned out by the melodious voices of singing angels.

The staircase to walk in made of pure gold, and it shines brilliantly as it refracts spectral light.

Suddenly you approach a gate, and an angel meets you there to open it.

The golden gates of heaven begin to swing wide for you inviting you inside.

The gates of heaven close and you fall back onto the staircase.

It is no longer crafted from shining gold but is comprised of deep black cold obsidian.

You tumble down bruising your body as you tumble down further and further

down into darkness.

An dark pit opens beneath the stairs and a wraith calls to you.

The wraiths breathe is as cold as ice and its body radiating black.

You try to grasp at the stair you are falling down desperate to stop your fall.

The steps break your bones and bloody your face as you slide towards the abyss.

You try to stay calm and reach out to to a shining hand in  front of you.

The hand flickers from shiny to black and gnarled as you start to lose hope.

You make one last attempt and grab the hand, not knowing which you grabbed.

The hand you grasped is somewhere in between, a pale golden hand with shining black nails.

This is your salvation, even  when your actions are black, you heart still beats golden.

And when the stairway to heaven falls into darkness, you will climb back up and claim your salvation.

          The dodgeball dilemma

                    By: Weller C.

         Small Moment = Big Story                            (Free Verse)

Teams staring down

each other on eitherside

of the gym.

Hands balled into fists

anxiously awaiting the

whistle.

Flashes of color streak

across the floor, as

the foam

ball disappear

from the center of the

room.

Soldiers fall in defeat,

the unmerciful balls thinking

into their forms.

The medic is down, what

does the team do now?

They cannot give up,

this is war.

The battle goes on

for ages until its just

1 man vs. the opposing

army.

Balls whiz past and

the single soldier

dodges each one

gracefully.

Catches one 3

left to go, as the

unlucky soldier

stalks off the court.

Catching that

means the medic

is up, soldiers start

to come back.

Reborn from the

out-box, into the court.

The team has one,

because of one catch.