
My son Tucker (14) has been writing a series of poems as part of a school assignment. I just thought I would share a few of them with you. I felt that they were very interesting/moving/telling and wise. You might enjoy them too.
Pain and Love
By
Tucker J. Collins
Once upon a year ago,
Terrible news struck my ears.
Time began to pain and slow.
Stabbed by words like pointy spears.
A dreadful misfortune struck.
A growth too much to handle.
All depending on pure luck.
Life dwindling, like a candle.
Now a year has timely passed.
I’ve learned new lessons that show
Pain and love can be amassed
By the friends who come and go.
Dedicated to my mother who has helped me to grow and become the person who I am today. It is also dedicated to all the people who’ve helped my family and I get through these times of sorrow.
What Am I?
By
Tucker J. Collins
As I whiz threw the air,
I have but one small care.
My quest’s goal is to roam
And to return to my home.
Once a weapon, now toy.
From one’s hand I deploy
Maori hunter’s tool,
Child’s toy that is cool.
Unlike sticks, I come back.
Rough outside, I do lack.
Cutting air, like a fang,
I am a boomerang!
Dedicated to Ruthie and Gina who keep
coming back, no matter what.
Sudden Revelation
By
Tucker J. Collins
Revealing the
Entrance and its
View I quickly
Entered a great
Land of sight and truth.
Allowed by a
Telling
Intuition,
Only revealed by my mind’s
Notion.
Dedicated to those who have had their eyes opened to the truth
Pangram Phight
By
Tucker J. Collins
Hello, azure eyed Tiger,
Who lives in the Jade Green Forest,
Where You buy Your pick of Monkeys
And his queer, onyx Cousins.
Great Panthera Onca
With Your melanistic pigmentation,
Fading at the Black Zenith,
Jaguar Queen, you vexed me.
Blood filled Cousins, Kindred Enemies
Pumped with Grave Hatred
We quarreled and jousted
Expecting yelps and a haze of pain.
By Inhuman Blood we duel,
Lethal Fangs pierce quickly,
But not at all in vain for
Slit Jugulars zero My Life next.
Dedicated to Clayton, who is
A little Tiger inside.