Post number three!

hello again!

This one goes out to Mr. Tucker, the one who teaches the Socials class that inspired me to write this poem. I'm thinking of sending this to my local newspaper for next Rememberance Day. I hope you enjoy! It's called "The Invisible Enemy"



the feel of mud

through standard-issue uniforms

and the butt of our guns

as we fire

into no mans land

men sleep

in standing positions

huddled

to avoid the waste

in rivers around our feet

we wait for the signal

to storm the pitch

towards the enemy

which we cannot see

for the mustard gas

clouding the air

like the fog of London,

where our wives and children

wait in vain.

most of us will die

we think

as we fight

the invisible enemy



Still wondering if anybody's out there, Miss Piggy

Post number two!

I don't really have a title for this one....




it is a strange thing

to find your name

in a book

you picture yourself

playing the part

of that character

but you can't

because no matter what

even though you share

a title

you are unique

and your name fits

like a glove




please enjoy, M P

first poem

Hello again!

Well, given the title I suppose I should post some poems. I'll only do one a day so that I dont run out, and at the end I'll post a suprise for you.


This one is called "swine"


panic

wide spread

everywhere

wash your hands

cough into your arm

bless you

we don't know

what it means

yet

all we know

is that people

turn into pigs

oink.

get real.

Please comment so that I know that you're there! Thanks!



Yours truly, M P

Post numero uno

Well, hi.

Whoever you are, I hope you like whatever I post. I promise no brilliance, but my family says that my poems and book are awesome. Then again, they're my family, so they're kind of obligated to say nice things like that.

I can't divulge my identity to you, in case you're a psychopathic murderer. I will only tell you that I turned sixteen two days ago, play trombone and french horn, and am addicted to my iPod touch. I live in Mission, British Columbia, with my mother, grandmother, and dog.

I also speak fluent french.

I'm afraid my poems and my book are a little dreary, so... you have been warned. Anyway, enjoy! I hope you like it, whoever you are. By the way, I will be using a codename. From here on in, I shall be known as Miss Piggy

Sincerely, Miss Piggy