tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85147185821897555422024-02-08T10:27:39.369-08:00Em's Book of PoetryEmi-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128323675388262526noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514718582189755542.post-91125572853492535792008-05-20T06:56:00.000-07:002008-05-20T07:05:43.595-07:00Earlier than NecessaryIt took me almost an hour to<br />Get warm enough to sleep.<br />You keep the room far too cold for me.<br /><br />I expected my phone to vibrate to<br />Wake me for the class I dread.<br />But it was yours ringing, instead.<br /><br />Talk, talk, talk, don't you ever shut<br />Up? I grunt and roll over, but<br />It's no use.<br />You don't get it.<br /><br />Is there a reason you can't go in the other<br />Room? Of course not, but<br />You're too lazy.<br />Or stupid.<br /><br />Yes, keep up the baby talk!<br />It doesn't matter that I still have<br />Half an hour to sleep!<br /><br />I leave the room, but, in<br />The end, you get up, too.<br />Remind me, why not do that in<br />The first place?<br /><br />I was so pissed at you, I even<br />Forgot to grab my glasses.Emi-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128323675388262526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514718582189755542.post-58817714961629230472008-05-15T18:33:00.000-07:002008-05-15T18:41:41.664-07:00Spring FeverSitting in this lousy<br />Dorm, I've considered flinging myself out<br />The window, though<br />I know<br />It's too thick for me to break.<br />Cracking my back - thank you to<br />The comfortable dorm mattress -<br />I miss my mattress.<br /><br />Two more weeks; well,<br />Plus exams, but I don't want to<br />Think about those.<br />Tomorrow another class where<br />The professor is too lazy to teach us.<br />Yesterday was a midterm, about a quarter<br />Of which was covered neither<br />In class nor in the book.<br /><br />Loud music outside; they must<br />Not care about their grades.<br />I'm sick of caring, but I can't stop.<br />I don't even want to wake up in the morning,<br />But I don't want not to, either.<br /><br />My stomach growls and I feel<br />It shrinking - thank you disgusting<br />Door room food.<br />I miss real food, where<br />the flavor hasn't been sucked<br />Out of all the veggies.<br />I hope they haven't sucked it from me.Emi-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128323675388262526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514718582189755542.post-85569399197956782302007-07-17T10:50:00.000-07:002007-07-17T10:52:22.663-07:00BlockWhat do you do when<br />You're trying to write, but<br />The words won't come?<br /><br />It's not only the words.<br /><br />I am not sure what<br />Should happen next,<br />What my characters will do.<br /><br />We need to get to know each other better.Emi-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128323675388262526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514718582189755542.post-18719935878292272062007-07-13T09:27:00.000-07:002007-07-13T09:32:11.571-07:00FriendshipCrunchy peanut butter and strawberry jelly were<br />My only companions at lunch today.<br />I feel my heart sink when I think about<br />My friends' drifting away.<br /><br />What is it about the human condition that<br />Makes us treat each other so?<br />It is inconceivable to me to forget your<br />Friends and to deal them such a blow.Emi-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128323675388262526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514718582189755542.post-64390992698332818542007-07-12T07:55:00.000-07:002007-07-12T07:59:53.063-07:00DietingI find that<br />There is no sense in <br />Dieting.<br /><br />The feeling of<br />Deprivation is<br />Unbearable.<br /><br />The cravings are<br />Too strong to<br />Fight.<br /><br />Why is it that<br />Everyone is on a<br />Diet?<br /><br />I wonder while nibbling<br />Salad, to save room for<br />Ice cream.Emi-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128323675388262526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514718582189755542.post-80896604704108037942007-07-10T11:16:00.000-07:002007-07-10T11:23:43.726-07:00My SisWho has the best sister?<br />I bet that answer is me.<br />I hope that I am yours, too,<br />At least, I try to be.<br /><br />Twins separated by nine long years,<br />I call her Mini-me.<br />Yeah, when it comes to little sisters,<br />Mine just can't be beat.Emi-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128323675388262526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514718582189755542.post-72634573439323031062007-07-06T12:47:00.000-07:002007-07-06T12:49:24.268-07:00Friday AfternoonMy butt fell asleep from<br />Sitting in this chair.<br />It's a nice chair, but<br />I've been sitting here too long.<br />I look out the window; I<br />Can smell the summer air.<br />This makes the fourth or<br />Fifth time I've heard the same song.<br />I want to run, to jump, to play,<br />But here I sit to earn my pay.Emi-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128323675388262526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514718582189755542.post-57838452822500023012007-07-05T07:31:00.000-07:002007-07-05T07:33:16.992-07:00SinusHow can I get rid of three sumo wrestlers?<br />I can't stand the incessant pounding of<br />The two jumping on my head,<br />Mashing my brains.<br />I can't bear the pressure of <br />The one sitting on the <br />Bridge of my nose.<br />It is a blinding sight.Emi-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128323675388262526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514718582189755542.post-69998669561103273802007-07-04T06:30:00.000-07:002007-07-09T06:34:29.356-07:00Let's Never Fight Again<br /><br />Sitting on my black shag carpet,<br />Looking at the black and silver guitar on my wall,<br />Resting my head against my red chair,<br />I analyze everything we said.<br /><br />Closing my eyes, for just one moment,<br />Taking a deep breath that turns into a yawn,<br />Wishing you were, holding me close,<br />Out slithers one lonely tear.Emi-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128323675388262526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514718582189755542.post-82699715909478460082007-06-27T13:10:00.000-07:002007-06-27T13:15:03.888-07:00Home to My SoulIs it so wrong that<br />All I want to do is to<br />Dig my toes into the<br />Warm sand and to<br />Arrange my thoughts on<br />Paper?<br />I'd love nothing more <br />Than to live by the beach<br />And to jog every morning<br />And to write my poetry.<br />How long until we<br />Retire?Emi-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128323675388262526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514718582189755542.post-8135008064140627802007-06-26T06:25:00.000-07:002007-06-26T06:26:04.268-07:00The Next DayI took a few naps last night-<br />Sleeping twenty minutes at a time.<br />Mondays are always challenging, but<br />This one has been impossible.<br />Focus is unattainable.<br /><br />The second worst day of my life, <br />Sunday, last night, was the first.<br />I lay awake all night<br />Worried about you and crying-<br />No sleep, despite my trying.<br /><br />You didn’t care.<br /><br />We talked awhile at noon<br />And you successfully ruined<br />Any hopes I had for the day.<br />Then to work I had to return<br />As my insides continued to churn.<br /><br />It took until that evening<br />For us to talk without screaming.<br />It was all so ridiculous!<br />We realized that we had fought<br />Over something that was not.Emi-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128323675388262526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514718582189755542.post-10613517562973910662007-06-25T09:38:00.000-07:002007-06-25T09:39:10.306-07:00LamentIf you’re going to leave upset,<br />Don’t peel out of my driveway.<br />I’ll stay up all night and regret<br />The moment I walked away.<br /><br />All I needed was a moment!<br />Just one so I could breathe.<br />I’ve been unable to stop this torrent<br />Since you decided to leave.<br /><br />I gave you a little time,<br />So that you could calm down,<br />But as my heart rate climbed<br />You were nowhere to be found.<br /><br />I called you – was ignored,<br />Then the shower called to me.<br />You’d think that I’d get bored,<br />But I kept dialing.<br /><br />I finally collapsed,<br />Clutching my phone to me.<br />I was nowhere near relaxed,<br />But I tried to get some sleep.<br /><br />A restless hour later<br />I was woken by my phone.<br />The answer to my prayer – <br />You safely made it home!<br /><br />I called to clear the air,<br />Again I was ignored.<br />Somehow you couldn’t spare<br />The thirty seconds I implored.<br /><br />I clung to my phone<br />And lay awake all night.<br />How could I have blown<br />The best part of my life?<br /><br />I shouldn’t take the blame-<br />You mad the mistake.Emi-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128323675388262526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514718582189755542.post-74954038966169830102007-06-22T05:46:00.001-07:002007-06-22T05:46:56.287-07:00What a Wife I Will MakeI don’t know how to do laundry-<br />Don’t really care to learn.<br />If you will do it for me,<br />You’ll like what you will earn.<br /><br />I’m worthless in the kitchen, <br />So will you cook for me?<br />I’ll tease you ‘til you’re itchin’,<br />Then you’ll tie your apron strings!<br />___________________________<br /><br />I really can’t do laundry,<br />Though I’ve tried to learn.<br />You said you’d do it for me,<br />So there’s no reason for concern.<br /><br />Eggs I can handle, <br />But, trust me, nothing more.<br />Unless it’s from a can, you’ll<br />Want to do this chore.Emi-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128323675388262526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514718582189755542.post-31932166211684691352007-06-21T08:16:00.000-07:002007-06-21T08:17:04.381-07:00Summer JobI see a glimmer of<br />The afternoon sun as<br />It peaks through<br />The cracks between<br />The blinds.<br /><br />That is the closest to<br />Summer I will get as<br />I sit behind<br />The desk of<br />My life.Emi-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128323675388262526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514718582189755542.post-6964183411358797062007-06-19T13:16:00.002-07:002007-06-20T10:33:38.706-07:00Heavy EyelidsI hear the fury of the<br />Typewriter.<br />The rain finally stopped, <br />But I still catch myself<br />Dozing off<br />In my dim office.<br />I faxed the Decree to the Court.<br />I’m almost done with <br />This Deposition Notice.<br />I’m hungry.<br />Oops, I yawned while I was<br />Answering the phone.<br />No one will know.<br />Right?<br />Not if I shut my doors.<br />I’ll just turn off the light<br />And relax.Emi-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128323675388262526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514718582189755542.post-50786452008995430882007-06-19T13:16:00.001-07:002007-06-19T15:40:24.030-07:00Someday, My DarlingI can’t wait ‘til five o’clock-<br />‘Til I can come home to you.<br />I’ll wait for the door to unlock,<br />And then I will rush through.<br /><br />I’ll slide my arms around your neck;<br />You’ll slide yours ‘round my waist<br />You’ll pull me in to sneak a peck,<br />And we’ll stay there, interlaced.<br /><br />Our lips decide they want to waltz,<br />And, of course, we will comply.<br />I’ll run the water, you grab the salts,<br />And together we will unwind.Emi-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128323675388262526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514718582189755542.post-43489567775158267072007-06-19T11:21:00.001-07:002007-06-19T15:41:53.353-07:00StaleI’ll eat lunch in my car today,<br />Because my usual picnic table<br />Is swarming with<br />Cub scouts.<br />I forgot my tennis shoes, so <br />I can’t even walk my usual mile.<br />It looks like rain, anyway.<br />I’m too cheap to turn the<br />AC on, so I breathe the<br />Stale air.<br />It looks like I’ll be sweaty when <br />I get back to work.<br />Oh well, I got through it yesterday.Emi-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128323675388262526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514718582189755542.post-86696503937120086002007-06-19T11:20:00.000-07:002007-06-21T07:34:08.693-07:00A work in progressYou say your lips belong to me-<br />Your heart and spirit too-<br />But when it comes to loving me<br />I don't think that is true.<br /><br />So why do I believe you?<br /><br />You say that you could never stray,<br />But every time you lie<br />You walk a mile the other way<br />With your shoe untied.<br /><br />Still, I wonder, Why?Emi-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128323675388262526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514718582189755542.post-27189734463205786562007-06-19T10:04:00.000-07:002007-06-19T10:06:59.383-07:00If I were to start a blog<br />To house my poetry,<br />Would you visit it every day<br />And click an ad for me?<br /><br />Instead of publishing in a book<br />I’ll put it here for free,<br />If you will visit every day<br />And click and ad for me!Emi-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14128323675388262526noreply@blogger.com0