By Julie

March 22, 2007

Penguins In the Water

Filed under: penguins,Poetry,Uncategorized — julie @ 3:25 pm

Penguins, penguins, everywhere!
Floating in the water
White bellies blending in
Invisable from above,
Or diving,
streaking
through the water like black and white torpedoes,
Turning loops underwater
Chaos
and
Pandemonium
Everywhere!
Cold slippery ice floes
and icebergs
are occupied
by many resting penguins
that are scrambling on
and diving off
all the time.
But after
a
long
time,
when the sky shines bright with stars,
the penguins scramble
Onto the snowy banks
Until there is just one left.
One little white belly
Against millions of gleaming stars
And the millions of waves
That make up the sea.

March 3, 2007

Crazy

Filed under: Poetry,Uncategorized — julie @ 7:10 pm

If the world was crazy
I’d wear a sweater full of trolls,
And drink a pint of toothpaste,
I’d walk upside down and walk a caterpillar,
I’f turn a cartwheel on a pond
And smell a budding lampshade
And build of house of daisies,
But only if
The world was crazy.

Thursday Afternoon

Filed under: Poetry,Uncategorized — julie @ 7:01 pm

Thursday Afternoon
Bongo drums beat
And a creek gurgles
In the distance
As two feet drum along
The carpet
To the bookshelf
A book as thick as
A loaf of bread
Is chosen
And into the chair,
The one shaped like
A butterfly,
It is set
To read
On a Thursday afternoon.

Fog

Filed under: Poetry,Uncategorized — julie @ 6:48 pm

Fog creeps down
Pacing throughout the town on snow leopard feet,
Sinking lower and lower
Until the town is engulfed, drowning in dense fog
And the leopard pounces,
Fog lifting and pouncing to the next town,
Leaving
As mysteriously
As it had come.

February 5, 2007

Gone With the Wind

Filed under: Poetry,Uncategorized — julie @ 5:21 pm

Dry crunchy leaves,
Crunch beneath my feet,
Whispering secrets to me that I didn’t ask to hear,
Stone fountains
Lacking water that must have run through them hundreds of years ago,
Trees, ebony black, stand regally to the side,
Watchful gaurdians of the old yard,
Demented nonetheless.
The pale moon, high overhead, glowing brightly with tinges of yellow and green,
Puddles of water built up on the hard dirt ripple as my feet step through them,
A temple made of stone and entwined in creepers stands before me,
The stone figure the size of a telephone booth displaying wooden totem poles
A tiki symbol carved into the stone matches the same symbol Carved into the stone
Around my neck.
Gasping with understanding,
A voice deep in my mind whispers to me my choices
And I am gone
With the wind.

February 4, 2007

Dolphin Ride

Filed under: Poetry,Uncategorized — julie @ 2:02 pm

Sea stars litter the sandy bottom,
Fine sand that slips between your fingers coat the shallow ocean floor,
So thick that you can’t hope to bury deep to the rock bottom,
Liquidy feels of water passing through,
Chilly, smooth, wet, and breezy,
Above is more water, ripples of light crossing, as though purifying the water,
And the slippery shape of a bottlenose dolphin travels swiftly over the surface, searching for me,
Kicking off from the surface of smooth and fine sand,
I shoot upwards like a torpedo,
The slimy, warm back of the dolphin greets me
Climbing aboard, kicking back seaweed, equally slimy,
The dolphin chirps playfully,
We’re off!
Water streaming, flying back behind us,
Skimming across the surface of the water,
Dolphin chirping a delightful song,
Me squealing along,
Spotting the sea stars flashing red and orange underwater like a movie in fast forward,
Sunshine topping the scene off, blue-rinsing me with joy, warmth, and dolphin whistles,
Feet touching, flying against the water,
The wonderful journey on dolphin’s back words cannot discribe,
Wonderous,
Warm,
Blue,
and
flying through the water, like penguins,
Bubbles erupting around us,
The dolphin and me,
The sun topping us off with joy,
Washing us with sunrays.

February 3, 2007

Forget-Me-Not

Filed under: Poetry,Uncategorized — julie @ 8:55 am

Forget-Me-Not,
Dappled tiny and blue,
Forget-Me-Not,
Tiny stars looking neat and new,
Forget-Me-Not,
Bouquet for you.
Forget-Me-Nots,
All in a pot,
Or the field, a half-mile long,
Forget-Me-Nots,
To pick a lot
Is like singing a joyous song
Forget-Me-Nots,
Forget them not!
Who could forget a
Forget-Me-Not?

January 31, 2007

Bonanza

Filed under: Poetry,Uncategorized — julie @ 5:04 pm

Green and yellow,
Pink and orange,
Blue and purple,
Tiles spread in a mosaic
Before my eyes.
A bonanza of fruity tastes and trumpeting sounds,
Treasury of bright, swirling colors,
Bonanza,
Bonanza,
Bonanza!
An assortment of soft, hard, and bumpy touches,
Colors so bright even the craziest reptile is baffled,
A chemeleon gone wild,
A bonanza!
Bonanza!
Bonanza!

January 15, 2007

The House on Maple Street, inspired by Harris Burdock

Filed under: Uncategorized — julie @ 9:49 am

Cory waved good bye to his friend Norton and walked inside. Even Norton knew that this was the house. The house on Maple Street. And there, anything could happen. Cory dropped his backpack by the front door, adding it to the pile of others and he kicked off his shoes, leaving them in the line of shoes against the wall. He ran, ran, ran up the staircase and into the room that he shared with his brother Leo. He was surprised to find Leo counting marbles on the floor. “Leo! You said you’d cover my shift while I stayed for denention!” Leo looked up. “But it wasn’t four ‘o clock yet!” Leo protested. Cory pointed at the clock, it was a quarter past five. “Fine,” said Leo. “I’ll do it now.” He sat down on a stool next to the window and stared out the tube of a telescope. “Sky, clear. Coast, clear.” He observed. “Already?” Cory asked, and he stumbled down the stairs. “Mom! All clear!” He said in a loud voice. Cory’s mother looked up from her knitting. It looked like a scarf for Leo. “Already?” asked Cory’s mother. “Why, it’s only a quarter past five!” Cory nodded. “Leo forgot to cover my shift, but it’s clear now!” Cory’s mother stood up and rang a big bell. “Everyone get ready!” Cory dashed up the stairs along with his triplet sisters, Hattie, Amy, and Felicity. Leo stood next to the window in his soccer clothes. Cory quickly changed into his. “Ready!” said nine voices from the nine children. “Are you all wearing polyester?” asked Cory’s mother nervously. “That’s the only thing that can slip through the sensor…” She checked to make sure her children were safe. “Cory? Will you do it?” she asked. “I get nervous around electricity.” Cory walked into the laundry room and pulled aside the secret tile door. Many elecric control panels stood behind. Cory quickly pushed the right buttons and pulled a lever. Jet boosters under the house fired up, and they lifted off the ground. The house on Maple Street was off again. It was a perfect lift-off.
As they soared into the sky, special lights inside the children’s socker clothes lit up as the whole house delved into pitch-black darkness. The only thing Cory or anyone else could see was each other, glow-in-the-dark green outlines. “Can’t catch me!” Cory’s other brother James teased, tagging Hattie on the shoulder. Hattie took off after James and together with Amy and Felicity, they managed to tag him back. A game of glow-in-the-dark tag. Who could resist? Cory joined in the fun, on James and Leo’s team. Cory’s last brother Benjamin joined the team and they made a fort under the table… Cory jumped out and tagged his sister June. June tagged Benjamin. Benjamin tagged Melissa. Melissa tagged Leo. Leo tagged Felicity. They looked like lightning bugs flitting around in the pitch-black darkness. When their mom arrived to quell the game, they compared collections. Cory dragged out little boxes of moon-rocks, stardust, shooting stars, and buttons. “I have the most stardust!” Felicity discovered. “Well I have more shooting stars than you!” Leo pointed out. “I have the most shooting stars!” Melissa bragged. “I have the most buttons!” Amy said with glee. “They’re the normal things.” said Hattie. “You can get buttons anywhere.” Cory had the most moon-rocks. “Stop one!” Cory’s mom cried. “Everyone take a pill…” She handed a pill to everyone and they swallowed it. Cory didn’t like the pills, but they were the only things that make them able to breathe in space. Everyone lined up to go outside to the moon. Once they were out, they climbed into the moon buggy and hurried to their favorite spot, the ditch. A big ditch was on the surface, and they loved playing in it… the children shoved moon-rocks into their pockets and jumped into the deep ditch.
“I can bounce the highest,” stated Benjamin. “I can jump almost as high!” added June. “I can’t bounce at all,” said Leo, his foot stuck on a rock. “I can bounce the second-highest!” Amy said. “I have the most moon-rocks now, adding these I have 157!” James said. “But adding these I have 165!” said Cory. “Drat,” said Leo. “I still can’t bounce!” Benjamin spotted a shooting star. “Hey! Look!” he said. “If anyone catches it, it’s mine!” Benjamin himself bounced almost 30 feet high and caught the star. “Ha!” he said. “I have 6 now! 6 wishes, and I havn’t even used them yet!”
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“Come on now, dears. I’ve made moon-dust cookies for when you come inside,” bribed Cory’s mom. “Hmm…” James thought. “Can we have an indoor campout too?”
“Sure,” said their mom. “We’ve been out here for a long time,” Cory went inside and called Norton. “Hey! Cool!” Norton said. “Where are you? The caller ID said the astroid belt…” Cory looked outside. “I guess we are nearing it now. We’re trying to make it to the dwarf planet Pluto by morning to measure some star thing or something for my mom’s work. I’m also doing my science project on dwarf planets, so it will be better to have some real experiance…”
All night, they had a campout, ate cookies, and had a lot of fun. In the morning, they arrived at Pluto.
A voice kept nagging at the back of Cory’s mind. Is it true? Is it true? Is it true? He swallowed the pill and stepped out onto Pluto and didn’t even stop to watch his mom calculate the star distance. He hurried a to certain crater and said the magic words and it appeared… just a drop. Cory hurriedly squeezed it into a bottle. He said them again… two drops. He squeezed them into the bottle. He didn’t stopp until the small vial was full with clear substance. He walked into the house, the house on Maple Street and poured it into his latest invention, the room-cleaner. It whirred. Then it sucked up all the papers on the desk and put them into neat stacks in Leo’s file system! Yes! It worked! But then again, at the house on Maple Street, anything is possible.

December 29, 2006

Holiday Poem

Filed under: Uncategorized — julie @ 1:59 pm

The peppermint-scented wind
Blows away my hat,
The icy cold breathes frost upon my numb ears,
As I chase along.
I leap after the hat,
But it always seems to slip away
At the edge of my fingertips,
I grab the brim,
But the wind tugs it away from my grasp,
Pulling it away like tug-of-war.
The wind lifts the hat far, far away from my reach,
It lands in a scraggly old tree, strong, but ghostly.
“Ha!” I say in triumph,
The wind tries to tear the hat away from the branches,
But the branches are scraggly and strong.
Scrambling up the scraggly branches,
I grab the hat and hold it to my head.
I notice that I’m right in front of where I was heading.
I thank the wind for leading me home,
And scurry along inside,
Ready for Christmas dinner.

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