Kathleen Monahan
Weapons
Weapons what are your uses?
You are too frightened to
Work by yourselves
You need to manipulate man in order
For you to seem significant
Why?
You like to see people suffer because of
Your function
Weapons what are your uses?
Weapons, you like to e honored as machinery to protect
You are misleading man
You have another purpose, another vindictive scheme
You like to see sadness
Weapons you are dangerous
Weapons what is your true use?
What is your true identity?
Why are people misguided by you?
Are you just that good at hiding your true nature?
Maybe...
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Time
Time
By:Kathleen Monahan
The alarm begins
To ring
Its 5 AM
Time for a new day
To begin
Shower, Clothes, keys
Driving quickly to get to work
Clock in, Clock out
The highway looks
Clear today
Rushing to class
Punctuality is important
No time for games
Only education
Classes switch
The sun is setting
A perfect time to browse notes
10pm books, keys, car
Home at last
Midnight
Is upon me
Bedtime
The alarm begins
to ring
Its 5AM
Time for a new day
By:Kathleen Monahan
The alarm begins
To ring
Its 5 AM
Time for a new day
To begin
Shower, Clothes, keys
Driving quickly to get to work
Clock in, Clock out
The highway looks
Clear today
Rushing to class
Punctuality is important
No time for games
Only education
Classes switch
The sun is setting
A perfect time to browse notes
10pm books, keys, car
Home at last
Midnight
Is upon me
Bedtime
The alarm begins
to ring
Its 5AM
Time for a new day
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
The Beach REVISION
The Beach
By: Kathleen Monahan
Something’s happening,
The wind blows
Softly against the Ocean,
Boats are lined up at the Horizon
Relaxation begins
To grow
The view becomes
A massage for my
Eyes
No matter what
This is the sands
home
When a bad day
Comes along
Someone will eventually find
Their way,
Here
To create a
Clear frame of mind.
By: Kathleen Monahan
Something’s happening,
The wind blows
Softly against the Ocean,
Boats are lined up at the Horizon
Relaxation begins
To grow
The view becomes
A massage for my
Eyes
No matter what
This is the sands
home
When a bad day
Comes along
Someone will eventually find
Their way,
Here
To create a
Clear frame of mind.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Transition REVISION #2
Transition
By: Kathleen Monahan
Trees
Shades of green
A warm breeze
brushes my skin
Change is coming
Summer is ending
The leaves begin
To become more fragile
The green softens on some
One speaking of the past
With its yellow shades
Slowly becoming more golden
Change is coming
Autumn is here
The variety of oranges,
Yellows, reds, and browns
Are wonderful to view
There is a cool crisp
Chill in the air.
By: Kathleen Monahan
Trees
Shades of green
A warm breeze
brushes my skin
Change is coming
Summer is ending
The leaves begin
To become more fragile
The green softens on some
One speaking of the past
With its yellow shades
Slowly becoming more golden
Change is coming
Autumn is here
The variety of oranges,
Yellows, reds, and browns
Are wonderful to view
There is a cool crisp
Chill in the air.
The Beach
The Beach
By: Kathleen Monahan
Something’s happening,
The wind flows
Swiftly against the Ocean,
Boats are lined up against the
Horizon
Relaxation begins
To swell up inside me
The view becomes
A massage for my
Eyes
Beauty that lies
Before me
Is a blessing
Created by the
Great one
It gets taken
Advantage of
Because it is here
Everyday
This is what saddens me
The most
No matter what
The sand will still stay
And the waves will still
Sway
When a bad day
Comes along
Someone will eventually find
Their way,
HERE.
By: Kathleen Monahan
Something’s happening,
The wind flows
Swiftly against the Ocean,
Boats are lined up against the
Horizon
Relaxation begins
To swell up inside me
The view becomes
A massage for my
Eyes
Beauty that lies
Before me
Is a blessing
Created by the
Great one
It gets taken
Advantage of
Because it is here
Everyday
This is what saddens me
The most
No matter what
The sand will still stay
And the waves will still
Sway
When a bad day
Comes along
Someone will eventually find
Their way,
HERE.
GUARDIAN ANGEL REVISION
"Guardian Angel"
REVISION
By: Kathleen Monahan
You left me
With no goodbye
or anything
but still
that
won’t make
me angry
I have
Memories to live with
The days grow longer
Each hour seems
Less painful,
It’s the heart that
Wants you near
I wish one day
you could come
back
But I know
I have to be strong
And keep
Walking down the
Path I’m on
It’s your voice
that connects
all of my emotions
what keeps me going is
one day
I will see you
Again.
REVISION
By: Kathleen Monahan
You left me
With no goodbye
or anything
but still
that
won’t make
me angry
I have
Memories to live with
The days grow longer
Each hour seems
Less painful,
It’s the heart that
Wants you near
I wish one day
you could come
back
But I know
I have to be strong
And keep
Walking down the
Path I’m on
It’s your voice
that connects
all of my emotions
what keeps me going is
one day
I will see you
Again.
Transition REVISION
Transition
By: Kathleen Monahan
Shades of green
Flow from afar A warm breeze
brushes against my skin
Change is coming
The leaves begin
To become more fragile
The green softens on some
One speaking of the past
By its deep color of green
The other of the future
The green begins to fade
Change is coming
It is all different now
The variety of oranges,
Yellows, reds, and browns
Are wonderful to view
There is a cool crisp
Chill in the air.
It is here.
By: Kathleen Monahan
Shades of green
Flow from afar A warm breeze
brushes against my skin
Change is coming
The leaves begin
To become more fragile
The green softens on some
One speaking of the past
By its deep color of green
The other of the future
The green begins to fade
Change is coming
It is all different now
The variety of oranges,
Yellows, reds, and browns
Are wonderful to view
There is a cool crisp
Chill in the air.
It is here.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Transition
Transition
By: Kathleen Monahan
Shades of green
Flow from afar
A warm breeze
Touches my face
Change is coming
The leaves begin
To become more fragile
The green softens on some
Two different branches
On the same tree
One speaks of the past
The other shows the future
Change is coming
It is all different now
The variety of oranges,
Yellows, reds, and browns
Are almost magical
There is a cool crisp
Chill in the air.
It is here.
By: Kathleen Monahan
Shades of green
Flow from afar
A warm breeze
Touches my face
Change is coming
The leaves begin
To become more fragile
The green softens on some
Two different branches
On the same tree
One speaks of the past
The other shows the future
Change is coming
It is all different now
The variety of oranges,
Yellows, reds, and browns
Are almost magical
There is a cool crisp
Chill in the air.
It is here.
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