Ode to the speedo: It's so perfect, and tight-y I love to look at it, And caress it all night-y It's fabric is smooth, And fits him so right-y I'd love to be with him When he turns out the light-y The treasures it holds- to contain it must fight-y And the spandex, it stretches With all of it's might-y. So Darling, my love, you're a beautiful sight-y. With you in your speedo, Everything is alright-y. "Ode to the Speedo" Carrie Hill Ode/My Poem I see the dancing chickens, now They're trying to drive me crazy. I know that I should kill the things But, frankly, I'm too lazy Their eyes are small, and beady, black With woddles of bright red I fear the dancing chickens' moves They're filling me with dread I watch the beasts move silently They're swarming me in hoardes. A zillion dancing chickens on A zillion blue skateboards. They're naked, now, the nasty fools; Those zillion chicken foes With feathers spread across the floor, They're zooming past my toes. With fear and fright, and calm defeat, I curl in my lawn-chair As chickens skate across the room, I say a little prayer. When from the dark and murky night Four heroes, they appear. Dressed all in black, they raise their eyes, And quickly ease my fear. They bravely fight the chicken foes, My brave, courageous sentinels. One even fights, when, oh my lord He's pegged right in the genitals. The feathers fly, the birds, they sqwack, And blood, it stains the floor, And when I finally raise my eyes, The chickens are no more. So take my word, my little friends Should this happen to you My hero boys, they'll all be there, Courageous, brave, and true. "My Heroes" Carrie Hill My Poem she's talking again. behind my ear, those words she speaks repetition. my head throbs. migraine. after a day at school, a long shift at work, two hours before bed, she wants me to clean my room. homework. it stares at me with hollow eyes. it won't wait for the asprin to kick in. my father, television on, embraces silence. there is none. on and on, she drags her endless whining. nagging, patronizing, irritating. and my head throbs. and the homework watches me and my father changes the channel. and i type. "My Mother" Carrie Hill April 29, 1999 Free Verse/My Poem When did I grow old in your eyes? at what point did our love just wither and die? what happened to the love you gave so freely? Where did the tender love go? did it fall, and smash against the floor, or stink and split open like rotted fruit? did it melt, and run, like ice cream on a hot day? Or did it fade to black, like movie credits, a dream, or the grand finale of a great play? When did our love wither and die? where went the love you gave so freely? And when did I grow old in your eyes? "When Did I Grow Old In Your Eyes" Carrie Hill Sept, 1998 Free Verse/My Poem I don't want to lose you, but I am. I don't want to say goodbye but I will You promised me that you would stay true but you lied... I never wanted to cry. but, I have I never wanted to learn about her but I did I didn't want that kiss to be our last but it was. I want to take you into my arms but I won't I want to forget what has passed but I can't. I never wanted to hate you but I have to I don't want to walk away but I have. I want you to be able to love me but you don't I want to be able to stay but I'm not. So goodbye my rebel lover I'll miss you Goodbye to my once-good friend I love you I've read you from cover to cover It's over. This chapter has come to an end. Goodbye. "But..." Carrie Hill April 19, 1999 Free Verse/My Poem Let it go. tip the emotional scale. Weep. but let it go. run the pain, the hate, the regrets through your fingers. Taste the bitterness on you tongue like copper, blood. and let it go. forget the sting of harsh reality. grasp at the straws of your past, and weave your future. throw away old shame, old hate. just let it go. life teaches, pain teaches, love teaches. embrace experience. forget the past. Let it go. "Let it Go" Carrie Hill March, 1998 Free Verse/My Poem You looked at me. young; eager; enthralled you took my adoration in stride. you smiled. for that, I thank you. You talked to me. gentle; humorous; patient you treated me like an adult; an equal for that, I respect you. You kept in touch with me. loyal; dependable; punctual you never once didn't write, make me wait. for that, I owe you. You were there for me. silent; unobtrusive; listening you never judged as I poured out my heart for that, I am grateful. You trusted me. completely; wholly; entirely you related to me your past. your secrets. for that, I adore you. You saved me. you stayed with me. always; forever; totally you gave me your heart, and I held it. for that, I love you. "Ode to Him" Carrie Hill April 29, 1999