Mother+Hood's+Poetry

=**Mother Hood's Poetry 2010-2011**=

**To Margaret Atwood**

 * And I saw through**
 * the almost, sort of,**
 * kind of glass**
 * An android decorating**
 * with produce.**
 * Peas, carrots, beans--**
 * let us live in a real green Eden--**
 * Madam 1, Madam 2 ...**
 * T. Hood**

**Critical Mass For Me**

 * Who knew that**
 * teaching apes and**
 * herding cats and**
 * sharing laughs and**
 * making fun could**
 * in the end be so career extending.**
 * T. Hood**

**Here We Go Round**
Here we go round Around, around, Twisting and turning- The sun rises. Faster and Faster the Rhythm demands Till our thoughts have been blended Like clay in the palms of a nervous man; A piece of fruit. Here we go round Around, around, Where are we going? Where have we gone? A dosey-do, and step one two, Follow the music and it's beat will tell you. You've been where you've gone, And you're going where you've went. Here we go round Around, around. Around the bush again.
 * - Olivia Jondle**

**The Floating Cape**
The eyes stare blankly at the wall. The teeth, a rotting yellow How she warned him not to follow her The cape flowing out behind her- Now his head is on the mantle, And she smiles under her Red Hood.
 * -Sadie McBride**

Force of Gravity -- F of G, Humpty Dumpty ceased to be. -**Collin Cook**

Here I sit my golden flowing locks wispilly calling his name; my prince. Darkness dreadfully engulfing my soul... LOVE ME! HELP ME! I silently screeched No one heard If a tree burns in a forest and no one sees, smells, or hears it Does it burn? ... I do. So sorry man you can't have my hand. I'm not your play thing. Nor do I need rescued. So get off your damn high horse And see me like I need to be seen. Not your pretty, pretty, pretty plaything, but a damned and desperate human being. -**Kelsey Chingren** =**Keep On A-Runnin**= //Run, Run, Run, Run...// The wicked forest will swallow you up. Entangling your peppermint heart with lies and deception. Knawing it to emptiness. Red and White stripe no more. //Run, Run, Run, Run...// Beware sweet their smackin jaws are a- salavatin. Ready to gobble you up soul and all... //Run, Run fast as you can can't catch me I'm the...// Oh hell I don't know who I am I been a runnin so so so long I plum near forgotten... //Run, Run, Run, Run//... All these broads and all this booze ain't gonna help me none. They gonna gobble my sweet self up. My last chance... I finally done No where left for a broken Gingerbread man to run
 * -Kelsey Chingren**

I'm not ready. I'm drowning... Trapped inside my molding house Next to my misshapen, mistaken neighbors. I'm barely moving, living like a snail-- maybe I should get one. I'm living inside a box, a square Everything is square. I'm square. I need a job. That overpriced crab shack down the road might work. Maybe not. But Maybe my life goal is to cook frozen meat. I need to cook my frozen life. I'm not ready.
 * -Tara Jackson**

Ugly
I am so ugly, yes it's true. No, I'm not beautiful, as beautiful as you. You've taken all I wanted And now I am haunted By the vision of things that could've been. You dance in a gown While I wear a frown To see you dance with him, whom I loved- And now you live in your castle, newly betrothed. I sit in my hut. I'm alone and shut Away from the world. Your hair is perfectly curled And your dresses, they twirl. You've taken all I wanted And now I am haunted. I am so ugly, yes it's true. No, I'm not as beautiful, as beautiful as you.
 * - Jacob Clausen**
 * (I agree)**

I look out the window and the killer he come, larger than life and with lungs like guns.

My brothers are lost and taken with ease, But tonight my fate will not come with his breeze.

My home shall with hold his wild attacks, Because I know that straw is not strong like a brick.


 * - Joseph Groat**

=Lament of a Lost Endeaver=

She just appeared! My future was set--it was perfect; A happily ever after waited for me, But it left in a carriage with Cinderella in tow. My only chance slipped through my fingers--it Trickled away like water. Why did Cinderella have to be waiting with A cup? ||
 * That Cinderella.
 * Now what? ||


 * --Hannah Schroeder ||

=Revolution is my Name - Nick Shaw= With more time to kill Than a contractor without a war, A fake messiah without sheep to lead.
 * [[image:http://www.wikispaces.com/i/user_none_lg.jpg width="48" height="48" caption="nshaw12" link="http://www.wikispaces.com/user/view/nshaw12"]] || You think I'm some damn redneck
 * [[image:http://www.wikispaces.com/i/user_none_lg.jpg width="48" height="48" caption="nshaw12" link="http://www.wikispaces.com/user/view/nshaw12"]] || You think I'm some damn redneck

Go cry on the shoulder of your god, Because you know my vigil will burn brighter And my requiem longer than yours, Preaching your choke sermon To dead seeds buried deep.

In your words, I'm some damn redneck Set to fail, descending into depravity. You're pathetic. You've got your foot to your own throat. You're beating at death's door, and you know it.

You're full of naught but terror and hubris. I've mastered the subtle arts of murder and persuasion, And I'll make damn sure you realize We all die alone.

You think I'm some damn redneck Set to fail, so walk with me in hell And watch me blacken the cursed sun.

Lay this to rest, watch this bootscraper Clean his soles with the pride of your master.

- **Nick Shaw**

**"****Rock a bye Baby"**
Babies babies everywhere As you try rocking them sound asleep, they insist on pulling your hair. Many maternal mothers sing to their enfants as their babies are sweetly sound.

Not once do the women think of the lyrics or the fact that their poor babies will fall Yet they continue that gentle sweet…sweet song. Up in a tree, cradle and all, the babies come tumbling-- Down…down…down.

What happens after their great fall? One never knows, but they continue singing singing that oh so stupid-- STUPID tune.


 * -Natalie X. Halverson**

Why did he follow? I went up the beanstalk. I stole the goose that laid the golden eggs. But the giant followed. I told him not to, I pleaded with him. But he still followed. So I raced to the beanstalk and jumped down. He still followed. I grabbed an axe and chopped it down. Why couldn't he have stayed back. I didn't want to kill him I truely didn't. Now I am the hero but on the inside the villian. =**Stolen**= You painted the colors of the wind The sky is bare, colors dried The wigwam set fire, drying the grass A trailer on top Birch walls have cracked, fell down To a broken home No life in sight No real life. None worth living The peace pipe is gone, now a bottle of booze No mother willow, no mother at all Those large white clouds - Meghan Metier || Humpty Dumpty, you look so frumpty Go buy a new suit for that disformed body You smell, you speak funny;so different from us. Sit on that wall and let us watch you fall Over and over again haha-haha All things fall apart Even people. Some by the help of force and some with no help at all. A plethora of person parts remain of what was once (or still is) a soul. All the king's men couldn't put him back together again. Even if they wanted to
 * -Eddie Shimkat**
 * || ==﻿Once Was Useful.==
 * -David Kilian**
 * Humpty-Dumpty**
 * Gift Rogers**

**Blind and Bound**
He said, “Let down your Hair,” Through the forest and the night. I was lonesome; I was scared-- Frightened by the future. . . So I agreed, In haste and anticipation.

And I let down my Hair.

Oh, what did I do? Where is he now? Why has he not returned?

Mother knows; Mother knew.

I was wrong. **--Catherine Shook**

**Red Revisited**
I've traded in red sweatshirts For beige pant suits Black sneakers For sensible flats Wicker baskets with Mince meat pies, bred, honey and blackberry wine For a handbag filled with Papers, perfume, peppermints and Maxi pads. I've moved grandma out of her cottage In the woods To a spilt-level condo in town

Sometimes at night I wander in the black forrest And (on occasion) I stumble on someone Who wears a cap and a flowery skirt And my, what furry paws he has And what razor sharp teeth and claws he has As he licks his chops. -**S.T. Nelson**

Where am I? I am shackled by laced snacks in the shadows of a van. Who am I? I am a voiceless product of a patriarchal society. When am I not hungry for the affection I never received? What am I, really? A black sheep only used for her intellect, or is there something more? How am I the leader? But, alas, I am aryan and fair.

I am a victim. Seduced by a white knight. A shady knight. I am not a victim. I am not just a Marilyn. I have royalties.
 * Tawny Gilley**

Am I am man? I do nothing but sit and play, work is empty.
 * Tawny Gilley**
 * The Shape of Pants**

He does not understand the ways of the world. To live under a rock, never a care.

The shelter of a fruit is next to none. Does my life have more meaning than he who plays the flute?

My square pants are filled with emptiness.
 * - Josh**

Light's radience concealed by the angelic tears.
 * -Josh**

**Slumber**
Pacing the floor, growing more and more impatient. Checking the sundial- has it really only been five minutes?

They tell me I'm Sleeping. Right. They should attempt slumber while their freedom lies with a man.

They tell me I'm Beauty. I haven't been allowed a toothbrush, a comb, a new gown since they locked me away.

Waiting to be woken by the hero who brings the perfect kiss. He is in for a rude awakening.
 * -Olivia**

**Mr. Materialism**
On hot summer days with no refreshments in sight a certainwell on a hill comes to mind. It was a secret in those times of drought so I brought my love, my love. She was wild; a four letter word; and when I thought the times was right she made me fall. Broke my crown. My pride. Now what? you may ask Well, lets just say she won't be getting up anytime soon.
 * -Joe Bruen** ||