Archive for December, 2010
magnolia whispers
seasonal fires–working
like deep swamp mosquito breezes
picking the antebellum harvest
swallowing hard
my share of rural produce
rancid in summer’s heat
plucked
 from crooked branches
that blossom my race like apples
and I
surrounded by southern stock
discover my glass
and
have me a sweet drink of tradition
Scrambling
in the back of the freezer
for the ice cream
she knocks down
one of those TV dinners
with the calories listed on the front
and the corn rattles against its plastic compartment
like a maraca
reminding her of the
Latin Dance class finale
and how he snuck off
with the instructor
even though she was wearing
her favorite red dress.
*Voted the favorite in the 2009 National Library Week Poetry Contest
I believe in families being close and getting together as much as they can. I have been blessed with 106 relatives on my dad’s side of the family. He has twelve brothers and sisters. Having 13 children was a huge advantage for my Grandma and Grandpa Weyker since it helped them keep their strawberry and pickle fields running for many years. Unfortunately, when my Grandpa Weyker died, the family decided to get rid of the fields that they had owned for so long. After all these years my dad’s family is still proud of their hard work and what they accomplished, which is why the words pickles and strawberries are still brought up all the time at family gatherings.
One gathering in particular is our summer party which is held at my grandma’s house in a small town called Dacada, WI. During this party we have our official strawberries versus pickles softball game. We have the sisters and their families against the brothers and their families. The sisters are the strawberries and the brothers are the pickles. My family goes all out for this event. We have my Aunt Lori sing the national anthem and do the cheerleading, my aunt Lisa announces the game and my little cousins who are not old enough to play, do a sausage race. The children’s sausage race is followed by my aunts doing their own sausage race as well except they like to wear funny costumes. These races usually take place towards the end of the game. The winning team gets a trophy and bragging rights. I look forward to these strawberries versus pickles games every summer. I get the chance to see people I love and play the sport I love all in one gathering.
I feel that families need to hang out as much as they can because you never know when a loved one may pass away. I urge families to have some kind of tradition for relatives to look forward to every year because it will form a bond like the one I have with mine, which is one of the best feelings in the world.
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the simplest thought of you sickens me.
i can’t get it out any other way, i’m sorry.
i don’t know what you did to me
the signs were all there
that you hated my longing stare
you never once wanted my touch
it was you who made me give in
this sin around me i have created
and fumbled with somehow
will swallow me whole
as the pill i swallow now
take a reliever for pain
show no remorse for your gain
i promise never again
to fall victim to sin
stuffed away in a locket
i will hide my feelings in my pocket
they have no use now
i attempted to bow out early
but i could never leave your side
i guess i was the fool
whose heart never died
it was the last thrill
that killed my last will
you tempted me
you stole my sanity
you left me hollow
you left me begging
you thought you could see
you never believed
you sicken me
i tempted myself
i stole my own sanity
i left my self hollow
i left myself begging
i thought i could see
i never believed that
i could be
the one to sicken me
if in this you find darkness
you are not looking for light
follow the words, don’t think them precise
quit projecting what you think
it would be like to be me.
because within this simple gift
i was granted sobriety
In the silence of each night
I hear the screams of those unquiet souls
Just lost to me
Screams of struggle and sacrifice
Screams of regret and malcontent
Mine or theirs I do not know
They took their lives away
So stricken they, keening,
My tears fall such that I must swim
And take deep breaths amidst my sobs
For sadness covers me like clouds
And holds my soul in tight embrace
Where have those bonded to my heart
Escaped where I cannot
Brett, oh, Brett, you’re my number four guy
When you left my state, I couldn’t help but cry
Three different teams and one super bowl ring
You were the Packers star quarterback, you were considered their king
I can’t help but watch you on our big rival team
While you throw those long passes, you continue the dream
Of seeing my quarterback play great in the game
It’s too bad you left us, it’s really a shame
When, you see the world and know your part in it
When, you find that you are not the same as others
When, you find pleasure constricts your efforts
When, you know this could be changed at a severe cost
When, you know payment, undermines the principal
What do you do?
When, you have a gift that defines you
When, you have a passion that consumes you
When, you have a knowledge that plagues you
When, it calls in every breath and thought
When, it shows you its potential to life
What do you do?
When, you care enough to be someone’s idea
When, you feel that idea isn’t who you should be
When, you’re scared that it will devalue meaning
When, you see and understand the truth
When, you wish that you could do both
What do you do?
When, you know one is unquantifiable, and the other unattainable
When, one is important, and the other is priceless
When, you believe one is life, and the other makes it worth living
When, one is a prayer and the other a hope
When, both subjugate you to separate paths
What do you do?
When, you see other’s intimacy and know it’s not you
When, you see one in each compromising act
When, you’re not the one you see as the other
When, you want to be and know that you can’t
When, it makes you hurt
What do you do?
When, you know your actions have purpose
When, you hold to it because you must
When, you are its pioneering force
When, you hold parts of the balance
When, it is affected by your actions
What do you do?
When, you can’t determine which has greater value
When, you feel the pain caused by both
When, both take you to a place of bliss
When, others can travel on either side of the path
When, you have to walk the line
What do you do?
When, both want all of you
When, both want more than you are
When, both know you are more than what’s perceived
When, both are uncomfortable with contentment
When, both will always want more than you can give
What do you do?
When, you cross the point of no return
When, you believe in the future of the human race
When, the human race doesn’t believe in its future
When, you care enough to live by what you reason
When, that reason leads you not to care
What do you do?
When, you know the answer
When, you want to change the answer
When, you carry the stain of the past
When, you are wired to love the unlovable
When, you want to give in, but despise the urge
What do you do?
When, one is unfeeling, and the other is uncaring
When, one is set to consume, and the other to absorb
When, one saves, and the other liberates
When, one hates, and the other is ambivalent
When, one is selfish, and the other is tyrannical
What do you do?
When, you can be something wonderful
When, you could have something wonderful
When, it feels right, but appears wrong
When, it appears right, but feels wrong
When, everyday confusion and insight, grow
What do you do?
To live the life you want
To define your path to happiness
To be the person you idealize
To make the choices, leading to satisfaction
To create at your highest potential
What do you do?