The Bird

He flies high above all the others,
Declaring soverienty to sisters and brothers

Arrogant and haughty he may seem,
Believed himself better than all
Saying to all, "Bow to me!"
Then one day, when the sun was tall,
All of his feathers did start to fall.

Fall, fall, fall from his body, they did
All the while they fell, his grace did too.
His flock laughed and mocked at him,
Pride, once his comfort, was now shame.

War is...

War is destruction, razing entire cities
War is young men dying,
War is old men talking,
War is fought for greed, power, and selfish reasons
War is suffering to all, fighting those who aren't fighting
War is expensive, bringing poverty to many
War is killing men who wish not to fight
War is Murder
War is Hatred
War is not Kind

The Champion

His movements are like water
His arms are two striking snakes
His eyes enflamed with excitement
The swordsman lunged
At the enemy
In the fray
On the plains
From the stars
To the grave

Zafnerhoff

'Twas hermth, and the yovet holifts
Did froom and flollic in the dage
All myrtle were the kilitops
And the apopt hume adadts


Be cautious of the Zafnerhoff, my son!
The jaws that tear, the claws that rend!
Beware the Hohhawk bird, and repel
The fuming furious Ganderend!

The archer took up his landid bow
Forever his mighty foe, he tracked
So he climbed the Tower of Barneth
And watched awhile in concern

And in cautious space, he dreaded
The Zafnerhoff with scales of chain
And eyes of hate.
It approached

Twing-twang! The arrows flew
With vorpal accuracy
And into the beast
They struck

It lie dead, slashing no more at him
With triumphant air he advanced
And skinned his trophy,
As a well earned reward

"Hast though slain the Zafnerhoff?!
Who wears the skin as his prize?
Oh glorious day!
The archer beamed with pride

'Twas hermth, and the yovet holifts
Did froom and flollic in the dage
All myrtle were the kilitops
And the apopt hume adadts

(Based off of Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll)

(Revised) Harlem Poem

What happens to knowledge left unused?

Does it wither
like a dying plant:
Or infect like a tick
and then flee?
Does it reek like good cheese?
or does it get infected
like an open wound?

Maybe it just falls
like the stock market.

Or does it perish?

Guess what it is!

They wag their tails
As they ask for treats
Running after cats
Even in their sleep
Chasing hundreds of squirrels
Then running into trees
Unlike the best friend
He's supposed to be
Like an enemy
He chews and destroys
Everything he sees

Can you guess what he is?