Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Prompt

Personalize a color

Eugene Green
He likes to clean
He’s very mean
And very mean
On one occaision
Sir Eugene Green
ate a bad bean
and now he’s seen
sick in bed, fostering
E. Coli.

-Denise

I Like You

I like your ears
I like your nose
I like your fingers
I like your toes
I also like your chin
Your eyes
Your knees
I love your smile
So smile, please
I like your face
I like your hair
I like every part of you
I like your everywhere.

-Denise

Prompt

The truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, and therefore must be treated with great caution.

The truth is you are never alone
Someone is always there
To be with you and care for you
When you have too much to bear
They give you a peace of mind that seems so very rare
They brighten up your day, because the truth is kind and fair.
The truth is that no one listens when you speak your mind
They turn a deaf ear, they turn an eye blind
So when you cry for help, oftentimes you’ll find
Silence in your suffering, because the truth is unkind.

-Denise

An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose

[not member-written]

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.

She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?”

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.

“Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked.

She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…”

“No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

“I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me.

After class we

The Three Oddest Words

 [not member-written]

When I pronounce the word Future
the first syllable already belongs to the past.

When I pronounce the word Silence
I destroy it.

When I pronounce the word Nothing
I make something no non-being can  hold.