Darkness engulfed him and eveloped him. It did not blind him, but rather open his eyes to the unimaginably vast realm of darkness. Darkness was no longer an absence of light, but rather a fullness of never-ending night, so pitch dark that he could not see his hand in front of his face. Soon, he did not want to, and did not care. There was no echo in the room, and he was tortured so by the unbearable silence that he began calling out in woe. However, he soon realized that there was someone to answer him who had been there all along: himself. So he began conversations with himself. Raving, eager conversations. There was nothing to discuss but the dark, so his vocabulary dwindled. "How is it today?" "Dark, very well, true?" "Yes very well. Dark, dark is well yes very well." "Well, how was today?" "Very dark yes, but no problem there, dark?" "Yes, there is no problem."

Curiousity Killed the Cat: The Two-Way Road to Nowhere

Four men stood on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere. In front of them was a portal. Behind them was a portal. In one was Hell, in another Heaven. In one was Armageddon, in another Creation day. The first man walked into the portal ahead of him, and he was teleported to the one behind him. But he kept walking, into the one ahead of him, teleported to the one behind him. And just like that, no one could touch him nor move him from his continuous orbit. He was in Hell. But from his point of view, you could not see the portals. All he could see was himself walking on a never-ending, never-changing dirt road. He just kept walking. He could not speed up, could not slow down, could not stop. He felt no fatigue just an eerie impulse to keep walking, keep walking, keep walking... The second man walked sideways, off the dirt road into the desert. The moment his foot touched the desert soil, he was whisked away to nowhere, gone, simply blinked out of Existence. The third man walked into the portal behind him, and he was suddenly in a place that was so majestic and beautiful, so immaculate and pure that this Garden of Eden towered over all else, and it could not possibly be described, because a narrator's first thought is "heaven." But lo and behold, this was much more than heaven, this was better than heaven's mass of wonder multiplied tenfold. It was a sight not meant for mortal eyes. And thus, after a minute fragment of a second of exposure to this awing sight, he went blind, and was booted out of the Garden of Eden not meant for any Adam or Eve to taint. He knew that if he only went in one direction, south, he would reach the Garden once more and be bathed in its marvelous splendor once more, an aura which can be enjoyed even without fickle sight. But alas, in his shock of going blind, the direction he chose was OFF the dirt path, and he went into the desert. He just kept walking on and walking on, in his eternal walk, always hoping that the next step would bring him into the Garden once more. The last man, seeing the fate of his companions, shrugged his shoulders, and lay down to sleep. His situation was hopeless, he reasoned, and sleep would be the best choice now. And so he did. He slept and he slept and he slept, a deep, deep slumber. He slept and slept, and to this day he still sleeps.

What Matches are Meant For

Matches are meant for kindling a fire
In a modest but marvelous fire place
While the whole family gathers on the couch
On a cold December day
The noble family dog at their feet
Some are reading, some are knitting, some are napping
Or all are happy and content, staring into the fire
All are drawn together by the fire
Their gaze never lifts off it, mystified by the crackling flames

Matches are NOT meant for lighting a cigarette
A teenage boy is enocuraged - rather pressured - by his friends into trying one
All are smoking, all enjoying it
He takes the cigarette, rather reluctantly, and lights it
Immediately his mouth is filled with a sick taste
He feels disgust, hatred, almost loathing of the substance in his mouth
But through all the grossness of the cigarette, he feels satisfaction
He feels calm and collected
But he rejects it, says he will never smoke again, and walks away
A teacher hands out papers
Most were excellent, but there is one F in them, like a snake hidden in the pleasant grass
Just like that, a firm vow is shattered
This time the bad taste is not as strong, and the satisfaction...
Comes faster, releiveing him of his burdens
He smokes frequently
Why not? Everyone else does
No one ever told him not do, and no one tells him not to
Until his mother catches him
She is distressed by this, and immediately has a talk with him
A long, deep talk, at the end of which he swears never to smoke again
And the love is powerful
And the mother-son bond grows stronger
But the boy becomes older
And as he feels his mother can influence him less
He feels that he can now smoke and he should
Why not? Everyone else does
No one tells him not to do it, and everyone does do it
So he does
But he hides it from his mother
And by twenty he's a frequent smoker
And his mother has no control
And he gets married, and has children
He doesn't see the wrongs in smoking
Not yet, not yet anyway
Will he? Will he ever see the light?
Perhaps he will, perhaps he might
By thirty, he hears his wife begging him to stop
But his ears are shut tight
Until slowly, his kids are begging too
The knot loosens up, and he goes down to two a day
No, now one
And slowly, he is seeing the light
It blinds him, its intensity
He bathes in it, basks in it
And he smokes less and less
And smiles more and more
His kids are happy
And he is happy
But then his mother dies
And all is shattered, all broken
Now he's up to a pack a day
And the light dims
And finally it is all dark
And he finds the dark O.K.
And he wraps himself up in it
It blinds him, the dark
And he smokes more and more
And smiles less and less
And his kids are sad
And he is lost
He has paved his destiny
Destroyed his future
With that one cigarette

Years pass
His unhealthy habit becomes a way of life
And soon, the word he feared passes the doctor's lips
Cancer
Cancer, what a terrible word
Worse than murder
Worse than torture
A terrible, frightening word
And the doctor talks more about how there is still hope
But he blocks out the doctor's words
And he thinks
And he knows
And he thinks
He grieves for himself, teenage boy... no, smoking man
Drawn into a Pandora's Box
Only the Box was like a trap
And the trap seemed so nice
So inviting
Like a home, not a trap
Like a shelter, not a death
But he didn't notice the spikes
He didn't see he trap in it
Until it closed in on him
But it closed slowly, oh so slowly
And escape was possible
But he didn't think he had the strength
He didn't think he had the courage
But most of all, he didn't want to
He didn't want to escape, what a fool he was
He didn't want to escape
And slowly it ensnared him
No hope of escape
None at all
He grieved for himself, for his friends
But most of all he grieved for his kids
Who would become depressed and desperate
And his grandkids, who would be plagued
By their grandfather's oh-so-early death
Not only plagued, but haunted
Scared
Saddened
He did not tell his family nor his friends
An expected death, what a dreaded thing!
The next he went to have lunch with his friend
He did not tell him, nor hint at it
But his friends saw his somber silence
How withdrawn he was from the conversation
And offered him a cigarette
The dying man took the cigarette
But did not allow it to even touch his lips
He simply looked at the white cylinder
MARLBORO written in appealing letter on the outer paper
Poison, pure poison on the inside
Instead of lighting it, he thrusted it down to the pavement
And destroyed the detestable weapon in his loathing
And looked back to his friend, whose face
Had an expression of shock and horror on it
And he sadly shook his head

That night he took aside his grandchildren
And taught them a lesson he told them never to forget
This lesson was a blessing beyond compare
The most important life lesson to be learned
A wonderful thing, simply put
What was this lesson?
Was it a proud, mighty speech?
Was it a long, detailed lecture
No, this teaching was a simple lesson of two short words
However, these words were infinitely invaluable
They were:
Never smoke

People are Like Branches

People are like branches
Sometimes they like smooth and nice
But have a thorny side
And you don't notice it until it pricks you
And then it becomes palpable and in-your-face
And a drop of blood may surface
And you'll wipe it away
And forget about the pain
And sometimes you forget sooner
Other times it takes a while
But then you forget about it, and don't feel pain
Until you touch the spot again
And the pain shoots back
It's not as acute, and it's faded, but it's still there
And other people are surrounded by moss
A layer that is thick, but composed of superficial, unimportant things
And you have to dig deep to find out the truth
Other people are very straight-forward
And very easy to read
You know how much you have to bend before they break
You know how far you have to throw them to lose them forever
And they're very plain and predictable
But very likable
Very likable
People are like branches
All are different; none are alike

Just Reading (Warning: Spoilers)

I really love reading. I believe literature is the greatest triumph of human, that is and will go unsurpassed, no matter what titanic new invention are unveiled. In this corner I will discuss the books I like, why I like them, what thoughts I had while reading them, etc.

LIFE OF PI By Yann Martel

Life of Pi is an extremely interesting book that never ceases to please, with stories of growing up as a tri-religious, Indian zoo-keeper's son along with philosophies about religion, zoology, and more. The curious life of a curious boy is recounted here. When I was first reading it, I loved the childhood recollections, but saw the religion philosophies as interruptions, but once I thoroughly read them, I came to enjoy them. I found some parts particularly funny, such as the argument between the three religious figures of page 67 critisizing each others religions. And overall I found it to be a fantastic story of Man vs. Sea & Tiger.

ENDER'S GAME By Orson Scott Card

This was a good book. A very good book. The best book I have ever read. It filled me with a multitude of emotions, mainly sadness. I felt despair, hope, surprise, dismay, sadness, pity, sympathy, happiness and awe. A purely awing, wonderful book. This work is so perfect to the extent of it becoming inhuman. I didn't want all the feelings to leave like a dreamer waking up. I felt overwhelmed by many feelings and speechless at the end of this book like when the end of the movie comes. An emotional roller coaster. Except the feeling lasts longer, and is stronger. Of many feelings, I felt sad. Sad for Valentine. Sad for Ender, because the worst thing you can do is take away someone's childhood. That hurts everyone. And to force a child to shed their coat of innocence prematurely, for them to take on the heavy burdens and responsibilities that they should receive only gradually, and very slowly.

A Mother's Love

A newborn baby's world once strictly confined to a womb is suddenly expanded
In its confusion it cries, and feels itself being grasped
But it is the firm but gentle hold of a wonderful thing called a mother
The baby is rocked close to its mothers bosom, and the baby feels love for the first time
Almost subconsciously it feels it, but it feels it
That hold which can comfort and calm the most frightened and perplexed of beings
The mothers tears of joy turn to tears of regret as its very own dear baby grows into a curious toddler, then a creative kindergartener, then an adventurous third grader, then an emotional, changing middle schooler, then a troubled high schooler, then an independent college student
And in no time at all her very own baby sheds its blissful innocence and becomes a grown man
Now that grown man, with a wife and children, laments in a deep realm of sorrow
His mother can no longer comfort him, for she has parted, and it is her eternal parting he grieves
Upon him has been inflicted a wound that will never go away, which only a mother, his mother, could heal with her tender kiss
And he thinks of when she herself was a newborn

Alien Math

It all began on a lazy summer afternoon. The air was warm and humid, just the perfect weather to nap under a shady tree, play a rousing game of cards in the backyard, or lay in the grass watching the clouds. My friends and I chose to do the latter. We were too bored to ride our bikes to the ice cream shop or jog in the park. We lay on the cool grass, soaking up the warm sun, gazing at the fluffy white clouds which slowly flew over our heads. Bradley was flying a kite nearby. “That one looks like a hamburger.” said Matt. “That one looks like a lamb.” I observed. “That one looks like Pygmalion.” remarked the other Matt.” “That one looks like a Nintendo DS.” declared Chris. “That one looks like Captain Kirk.” Max spoke up. “Look, it’s a shooting star.” I said. “IT’S COMING RIGHT FOR US!” yelled Matt. We screamed to Bradley, “Get out of the way! Its coming right for us!” So we all began to sprint as fast as we could. However, as if some giant unseen remote had pressed slow motion, we began to slow down. It seemed as if some thick layer of cotton had enveloped the summer air, pushing against us with unseen yet Herculean force. The falling star began to take shape as it fell, and began to resemble a sleek Naboonian escort ship, as a Star Wars fan would put it. Its bright neon lights, combined with the Sun’s rays, imprinted a bright, searing image onto our eyes as we shielded our face with our hands. A small door began to open, and a platform extended onto the charred grass. Kyle, who had just seen the landing thing, came closer to inspect it. Three creatures in orange jumpsuits exited and stepped onto the grass, a mere twenty feet away from us. Their clothes were much unlike ours, because their form was round and bulbous. They were gelatinous beings, with opaque green bodies. Skinny arms extended from their spherical bodies, and equally short and stubby legs came out in a similar fashion, but grew more towards tough skin as they progressed. Their small, human-like eyes were mounted on the middle of their round base, with a mouth oddly lacking a nose above it. Small slit-like openings on both side of their body served as both ears and noses. Their appeared to be cute and friendly, but seemed concerned. We all huddled together and decided what to do. “I have an idea.” said Kyle. “OK, you go and talk to them. If you get vaporized, I’ll walk away and pretend I never saw anything. If you don’t get vaporized, I’ll join you guys.” “I don’t like that plan very much.” said Bradley. “Stinks, live with it.” “I don’t think they are going to vaporize us, guys.” I whispered. “Look, they’re examining their spacecraft.” And sure enough, they were. The aliens were scratching their heads and scanning the surrounding area, as if looking for something. Thus we commenced forward ti the eerie, glowing spacecraft. It was made of some metallic, shiny platinum-like substance which was both durable and light. The lights on it had died down now, but we noticed two antennae up at the top. Just as we were about to give the strange appendages further study, the aliens saw us.

The three odd creatures began to tread toward us. Our hearts pounding, we were frozen with terror, we were too petrified to move. The creatures spoke in a strange dialect of an even stranger language, and we could not understand a word they said. One said something to the one in the middle, who conjured a jar out of his jumpsuit. We saw some indistinct, blurry shapes moving and squirming in the jar, which seemed to contain some sort of liquid. Before we could respond, one drew a strange horseshoe-like device which sent a zapping ray which jolted our bones and knocked us unconscious. We all blacked out. When we woke up, we were inside the flying saucer, lying on - but not strapped to - cold, metal tables. We shook ourselves and heard the aliens bickering in perfect English. We tried our best to be silent as mice and sneak out, but one of the aliens whirled around and saw us. “Ah, humans! You are awake! You must not leave, we have matters of the gravest circumstances to explain to you.” As soon those words were out of his mouth, another alien pressed a button and the opening shut. “We are Squishy, Squeezy and Squirt. I have put a Babel fish in each of your ears to help you understand us.” True, I felt a cold thing wriggling in my ear. “How did Kyle get here?” I asked. “We said that if he came here we'd give him a million United States currency-” “Dollars.” I corrected. “Yes, dollars.” he said. “A million of these dollars and let him be supreme overlord of the universe.” “This close!” said Kyle. “Anyway, we have brought you here for something important. A salesman from a faraway planet came with blueprints for a revolutionary new transport method. It ran on fuel which would not release harmful chemicals or toxins into the air or water. He showed us the engineering, which was unlike anything we had ever seen. It was completely alien to us. We had never thought of anything along those lines. It took our most brilliant scientists years to figure out how to build it and its workings. We had to mix, melt and form tools into shapes we had never before seen, and use physics and properties we never would have imagined. The salesman left after giving it to our planet's high ruler, Garfdarn. He offered no explanation and asked for no price. We have no photographs of him, so he and his race lie in mystery, but we are eternally grateful. However, the measurements used something alien to us, no pun intended. They used something completely new to us, we know the term you use is fractions.” “You don't understand fractions?” Matt asked. “No, we do not. Although our race may be significantly ahead in most areas of technology, we lack knowledge in this area. We were looking for some humans to explain these fractions to us. If we use too little fuel, our vehicles can break down at inconvenient moments. If we use too much, the vehicles can malfunction. Explosions have been reported. We, some of the best mathematicians and negotiators on our planet, have been sent to learn these fraction things. If you do manage to teach us what fractions are and how to add, subtract, multiply and divide them, we will make it worth your while.” “We can't really teach you fractions, but I know someone who can.” I said. We headed off to find the great teacher and mathematician Wallacestotle. When we first approached Mr. Wallace with the aliens, he could not believe his eyes. After we explained the situation, he looked straight at the aliens and said, “We come in peace.” “Aren't we supposed to say that? Anyway, please hasten to explain so we can return to our planet and undo the vehicle recall.” “You recalled the vehicle?” Chris asked. “We did not, but rather the scientists, astronomers and the government. Until we can find out what fractions are, the vehicles will be recalled.” Just then, Will burst in. “Hey Mr. Wallace,” he greeted, “What are you doing?” “Oh, just explaining fractions to some space aliens that need to measure fuel for their new vehicles.” he replied. “Okay, well basically a fraction is a number that reoresents a part of a whole.” He picked up a lemon to demonstrate. “This is one whole lemon. If I cut it into three pieces, each of those pieces would be thirds. One third plus one third is two thirds. You see, the numerator is the top number, representing the number of pieces. The denominator goes on the bottom and represents the number of pieces in total.” “I understand, but how do you add and subtract them?” “Well, one third plus one third is two thirds. If they have the same denominator, you can just add the numerators.” “But what if the you not share a denominator?” “Then, you change the denominators. Say you have 3/4 and 5/6 you must find the greatest common factor of the denominators, which is 12. Then you multiply the denominators by whatever you need to get to twelve and the numerator. So for 5/6, you would multiply the six by two to get twelve, then multiply the five by two to get ten. And you multiply the four in 3/4 by three, and the three by three as well. That gives you 9/12 + 10/12. In such a situation you will get a number over one, and this can sometimes happen. You do the same for subtraction.” “Yes, we understand, but what about multiplication and division?” “Well, for multiplication, you just multiply.” “Huh?” “You multiply and take the product as the new denominator and numerator. For example, one fourth times one half. One times one is one, so the numerator is one. Four times two is eight, so the denominator is eight. The product is one eighth.” “Ah. But how do you divide fractions?” “You take the second number's mathematical reciprocal and multiply to find the quotient.” “Wait, what? We're cofused.” “There's a little rhyme I know that helps me. Dividing fractions is easy as pie, just flip the second number and multiply. So one fourth divided by one half is two fourths. One half flipped is 2/1 and one times two is two, thus the numerator is two, and one times four is four, and the denominator is four.” “Thank you very much. We understand now, though we still don't know what this pie you speak of is... This will benefit our race for centuries to come. We are eternally grateful to you humans.” “Let me guess, you're going to erase our memories of you guys coming here.” Max asked. “What? No. Why would we do that?” “I never really thought about that. Nevermind, I watch too many alien movies.” “Come now, Squeezy, we must leave. I already set the autopilot.” “Yes, Squirt.” “Wait, aren't you going to reward us?” asked Will. “Well, I suppose I might,” said Squeezy, “what do you wish?” “What is the furthest number of pi you have found?” Mr. Wallace asked. “Actually, pi has an end. It continues for hundreds of trillions of places, but it has an end.” Squeezy, we are about to leave?” shouted Squirt. “What are the digits?” Will asked. “I cannot tell you all of them, for we are leaving.” Squeezy replied. “Pray, tell us the last digit.” Mr. Wallace requested. “Okay,” said Squeezy, who was now walking into the ship. “The last digit of pi is...” Just then, a loud roar was heard as the rockets came to life. The ship lifted from the school until it was merely a small dot on the horizon, then disappeared. We never did find out that last digit of pi.

Ode to Fire

Fire Haiku

Mysterious force
Strong flexible raging force
Can never be tamed

Fire Poem

Its red-hot tounges of flame disintegrate all they touch
Its boiling interior incinerates anyone or anythin that dares to enter
Like liquid destruction, it leaves behind a path of sorrow and debris
It can silence the spark of life
Reduce a grand forest to a pile of ashes
Wound and break a heart it has never touched
Transform something that is into nothing than never has been
Its demolition can take down human's greatest architectual feats
It can change the Earth's geography
But all have a natural curiosity
Everyone admires its mystery and beauty
Scholars and learned men and women study it
We may know everything about it, but truly we know nothing about it
And truly, there is nothing to know
Fire can make a room cozy in a charming fireplace on a cold winter day
Or it can destroy everything in its way
It's hot
It's dangerous
It's beautiful
It's mysterious
It's fire

I won't be moved by the waves of the sea

I won't be moved by the waves of the sea
I will stay on this spot for all eternity

Then one very big wave came
It swept away all the people and their houses the same What became of the child you ask
In the sunlight does he still bask

That shore is underwater a thousand meters deep
To the depth where no ray of sunlight can seep
Few seamen still travel to that spot
But what the seamen say many believe not

When one travels to where the child should be found
A couple, mind, a couple, hear an eerie sound
A chilling voice whose words echo across time
And these words are arranged in a haunting rhyme

They say, I won't be moved by the waves of the sea
I will stay on this spot for eternity

Thought of the Day

July 3 -Many people had theories about the Earth, its position in the Universe and what's in it. Though they may seem ridiculous now, the people of their time sometimes held them believable. The true explanations were teh ones they thought ridiculous. However, there is one that I would like to discuss. It is the theory that Earth is, in fact a series of Russian dolls, one fitting inside another. I would like to stretch this theory. Who's to say that our Universe isn't inside one of these Earths. There is nothing against it. It's not that I believe this theory, merely that I wish not to discredit it.

A Walk in the Woods

One crisp autumn afternoon, I wandered over to the woods. It was chilly and the air was fresh as a December morning. In the air hung the heavy scent of sap. Chipmunks and squirrels rustled in the bushes. The trees displayed marvelous crumson red, golden yellow and mellow orange leaves, a beautiful site. I aimlessly hiked the dirt path, the dry leaves crumbling under my feet. I heard a gushing, flowing soyund and spied a babbling brook. A tiny, wooden footbridge provided access to the other side. I traced the brook's beginning to a roaring waterfall, one of the most natural and serene scenes. Its beauty awed me and, for a moment, I stood perplexed by this magnificent natural wonder.

I then walked past the charming footbridge to a region of the forest greatly made up of by pine trees. Their needles jutted out everywhere, the organic carrying-case cones littered the ground. The samll of sap was unmistakably recognizable here. Every few paces, I would see a flawless nest, every twig stable. The forest was buzzing qith acticity, the samll creatures scampering to find and store food, never resting. A stampede of little feer echoed across the forest.

to be continued

And That's How it Happened (not)

Ever wondered how a certain invention was made? Well, you WON'T find the answer here!

ipod touch
So the dawn progressed and the aliens asked what fractions were. The man said, "I know not what you speak of. We are merely cavemen and have no such achievements!"* "Alright we will come back in a hundred thousand years." they said. Then they did but the Romans sacrificed them to the lions. “Okay, lets make sure NOT to come back here." they said. So in another hundred thousand years, they came to Roswell. But the US government said, "Oh if you wish to find what fractions are, never tell anyone of this incident and never come back. Travel to the Yeruit Star." "But, that is thrity billion million trillion thousand lightyears to the power of five billion away!" "That’s the price to pay for knowledge." "Ok thanks for telling us." "But, you must reward us for telling you." "What should we do?" "Give us your most advanced piece of technology!" "OK!" That is how the ipod touch came to be.

Wallet
There was a British bloke. His name is unimportant. He had a friend named Wally, who held all his money for him. So when someone asked him where he kept his money, he said, "My Wally has it!" But that become inconvenient. So another bloke invented a leather pouch and said, "Its the pocket Wally!" and people began to just call it a Wally. But because of their British accents, everyone thought they were saying "wallet" so the entire world accepted that name, and even eventually the British. And that is how the wallet came to be.

Pi Poems

"Pi Madness"

Hark! What is that delightful scent?
An irrational number? Friend, do not lament.

Wait... can it be e? No wait...
No, no, no, the scent is simply too great

Oh, pi, the very tasty thing!
I think I just heard a thousand angels sing
"The Great Number of Pi" has a nice ring

3.141592653
The rest of pi's digits, come to me!

58979
Pi is really so divine!

323846264
Never have I heard such a great number before!

338
No, wait...

This number will drive me over the deep end in love
Once again, I hear millions of heavenly voices above

Despite the many hardships, despite many a sigh
I will ALWAYS, ALWAYS love pi!

"Ode to Pi"

You ask me, "What is the greatest number?
Why, good sir, I could answer that in my slumber
Or perhaps while eating a cucumber

It is the number which never repeats
My love for it also never depletes

If anyone, anyone would simply pass by
The wonderful, majestic number of pi
And give no response, save a grief-ful sigh
Then I, good sir, would almost die

What ignorance! What shunning! What display!
This kind of mathematical incompetence I consider foul play

The irrational number E is quite a bore
Pi will be on top, and keep repeating forever more

(Partial credit to Brooke M.)

"A Pi Comparison"

More marvelous than a roaring waterfall

More elegant than a royal ball

More beautiful than a ray of sunshine

Stop, there I draw the line

Nothing, I say nothing, can be more divine

Than pi, the great irrational number

The value of which is heavier than a ton of lumber

The number is the grat pi

The number for which I would die

The merer thought brings a tear to my eye

A Walk into Weirdness

One day I took a walk
Into a land where people sit and stare
It is a nice place to go, and not too far away
You see, there were strange things everywhere

I saw a dog walking a person
There was an eraser writing, oh what a sight!
A microphone made voices quiet
And there were bats that slept all night

Oh what a strange place that was!
I thought it was an odd sight to see
That, I thought, I would like to see again
I wish you would someday come there with me

This is my Deck of Cards

This is my deck of cards
With them I can win any game
Poker, Uno, BS, Go Fish
I will win them all the same

This is my deck of cards
I like to play with them sun up and sun down
I can beat anyone in a championship
On my head, they should place a card-player crown

This is my deck of cards
I would never sell them, this I vow
Somehow, they help me in card games
Hey, I’ll prove it, want to play right here, right now?

Mr. Snowman

Mr. Snowman, sitting in the snow
Why do you remain so?
Don’t you ever get chilled?
When the Sun comes don’t your parts get spilled?

Creator, as you can see
No one has ever bothered to move me
For me, unlike others, cold can never be felt
And yes, it is true, I do wish I wouldn’t melt

I Wonder

Do angels play board games or cards up in the starry sky?
Do they really feel eternal happiness or just sit and sigh?
Do they ever think about people down on Earth’s land?
Do they even exist all the way up there in the heaven that seems so grand?

The Months of the Year

The month of January is first in line
By now the winter chills will begin to refine

February marks the end of cold winter days
Peeking out from behind the clouds come some sunshine rays

March in the windy month of spring
With birds and butterflies and a bees that sting

The month of April is filled with showers
And that of course will bring the May flowers

May days are warm and have lots of sun
So come on outside and have some fun
Yes, it’s true, school ends near the end of June
So go out, party with friends, go the Moon!

July is a month of going to the pool and eating ice cream
With your friends you can devise a lemonade stand scheme

It’s August and school is creeping this way
I’ll bet you wish it’s far away

In September autumn and school begin
You’ll be saying “What a great summer it’s been

With October comes harvest and delight
But also with October comes Halloween and fright

November is a time to be thankful that the Pilgrims survived
In school we learn of them, from the time they left to the time they arrived

Hanukkah, Christmas, Kwanza, oh my!
The month of December sure can occupy

Limericks

"The Tower"

There once was a leaning tower
Who in New York came to power
There it was a king
The people would sing
"Fall in a meteor shower"

"Peep the mouse"
There once was a mouse named Peep
Who grew to the size of a sheep
Elephants feared him
Dared not to go near him
In fear they squashed Peep in a leap

I Wish I Could

I wish I could be the shield of the trees
And stop all the lumberjacks’ axes in their tracks
I would end extreme deforestation
I would keep the forests alive and well
And we’d all be breathing clean, fresh air