The water underneath the creaking bridge
Through sunny day storms will recede and rise
Testing the strengths of the brave ones
Dividing them between the truth that lies
Visible beyond but way out of reach
Except for the ones who will together hold hands
Knowing strength in numbers will keep them alive
Despite breeching morals that dissolve like sand
They will toss out a rope to save their own
And turn a blind eye to the dog paddlers
Who will eventually make way to solid ground
Still not losing sight of what really matters
They’ll shake off the remnants of dirt
And with the others on that bridge will stand
While their own might be lost to keep it from breaking
Knowing it’s needed to connect the two lands
They will accept in silence their continued defeat
And some may choose not to always follow
The ones who pretend to be who they are not
Because popularity is their only shadow
Thinking they are safer in greater numbers
Losing sight of who they really are
The underdogs see especially on sunny days
Because the colors of shadows are always dark
11.14.08
Truth That Lies
Posted by Kerri at 11:52 AM 0 comments
Labels: cliques, Poetry, popularity
Tempered Glass
Every time you scream
You risk shattering the glass
That divides us as we are
Holding on while running fast
To save our scrambling feet
From being cut by the sharp edges
We foresee quickly falling down
In your angry frightening message
And once the glass is broken
It cannot be repaired
The cracks won't hold us here
Because we no longer will have cared
To attempt to block the blows
That are your words of misuse
Untouchable we'll be to you
And the glass will be bullet-proof
10.14.09
Posted by Kerri at 8:00 PM 0 comments
Labels: anger, impatience, Poetry
Sideline View
What only can be sought
Or released in his exertion
You capture in his mistakes
And toss back trying to hurt him
To withstand your raw reprimanding
And suspending the actions around
Hit harder than you might have expected
To reveal this that has been found
Twenty lashings would have hurt less
And he might have moved yet forward
But kicking him while he was down
Only reflected what could have been avoided
It was a poor example of your claim
That you will strive to make him better
It is clear now that there had to be
Many hidden storms he has had to weather
So justify your words with his faults
And pretend that it doesn’t matter
While you never saw him at his worst
You should know we strive to capture
What can only be achieved
Or gained in his true person
He finds in his own worth
Where you only more will worsen
Anger from the storms we’ve endured
And the example you choose to lead
But you have forced him to further shut down
Because you have already planted the seed
It is rivalry at its best
And one that we will never overcome
To say we tried but can try no more
Is the only way this game can be won
10.04.09
Posted by Kerri at 10:53 PM 0 comments
Labels: behavior, Poetry, sportsmanship
Angela
A lazy summer day meets its end
Nightfall will shadow the moon
Giving dreams their chance to take flight
Else they would die in the darkness too soon
Like the quiet place deep in your soul
As you let them keep and carry you whole
06.14.09
Posted by Kerri at 9:07 AM 0 comments
Labels: Acrostic
Coloring My World Bright
Sometimes I wonder
Where I'd be
If I didn't have the
Friendship of thee
For seeing me through
My darkest days
And showing such kindness
In so many ways
For holding my hand
And keeping me strong
For making me believe
I could do no wrong
When I found I
Couldn't help myself
You alone were
All my help
For being there
You made me see
Just how important
You are to me
And with gratitude
I want you to know
How you've colored my life
With your brilliant rainbow
02.07.89
Posted by Kerri at 12:25 PM 3 comments
Labels: Yesterday
A Silence Too Quiet
It was as quiet as I
Allowed the day to be
I was free to do what I wanted
But the silence of the telephone
And having no one to talk to
Changed the peaceful quiet
To lonely solitude
It was as lonely as I
Hoped the day wouldn't be
02.05.89
Posted by Kerri at 12:18 PM 0 comments
Labels: Yesterday
My Colors, Your Colors
You can play upon my emotions
And touch me with your words
You know you say the sweetest things
That I've ever heard
And even in our silence
Of me you can have a hold
Because the colors shining from you
Illuminate my soul
11.05.88
Posted by Kerri at 12:14 PM 0 comments
Labels: Yesterday