Poem

I am on patrol for orb The gold and bold one will go to me I search high and low on the go Driving through I check the dew flowers I rolled out far to find my dues No gold balls Seven days later I have full vision on For I have found it It feels salty Analise Braddock, 9 Katonah, New York

Forget about me That’s the way it is supposed to be. Forget my soup Forget my delicious fruit loops. Forget my voice like an unearthly hum Going through walls to your ears. Real magic indeed Forget my talents, my art. Me. Analise Braddock, 9 Katonah, New York

Can’t be believed Can’t be done If it was believed and it was done It would never be The ripples in the mirror fade away A person can see it inside but It’s not on the outside Can’t be believed Be done Analise Braddock, 9 Katonah, New York

They each are amazing Splendid Every day Pleasing little kids But they don’t understand They fight every day to get their way To be the best of the best amusement park One says Analise Braddock, 9 Katonah, New York

Gimme a call in France, Australia, Europe Gimme me a call in Hawaii or Texas Gimme me a call in where I can sunbathe I will sit in the beach with salt filling moist air While water splashes up to my ankles And wait for my call Gimme me a call in Alaska While washing my metal torso I will watch the northern lights while waiting for a ring Gimme me a call in part of Asia Where hail plunks on my chest Clang Gimme me a call where I am polishing my chest from hailstorm damages Gimme me a call in Spain On my computer brain Analise Braddock, 9 Katonah, New York

It’s the guard of the non-rubbed spot The belly It will hiss and scratch to get its way Till he wins as protector His roar isn’t mighty It is hairy and soft It will run and charge Break and bend Hit and whack Bat and claw When this happens, the singing of Earth stops The people who rub no like violence The Earth no like it either The biter, hisser, scratcher, biter, and clawer no like it either He can’t control himself Violence is no one’s friend Not even a cat’s Analise Braddock, 9 Katonah, New York

Fly like a slingshot. Boing. You carry it around yes way. You carry it in your hair. On a hot summer day. A ball of sweat rolls down your neck. You know it is time for rubber elastic. After all everyone loves it. Analise Braddock, 9 Katonah, New York

You may be big You might have beauty You pull your face you smear your lips To look pretty Are you sure that is the right word More like vain Analise Braddock, 9 Katonah, New York

The bed waits lonely Not one visit The pink color has a story Not a flower is wilting A basket and a bench A stone purple path We are all moving in The bed squeaks The table shakes But inside it is broken down A house haunted Analise Braddock, 9 Katonah, New York

The universe she is in has a code 719? Oh, she knows it The code is corrupt The trees are shaking Things are glitching They’re moving together No, the code is corrupt The universe is corrupt It is falling apart Analise Braddock, 9 Katonah, New York

Spin! Spins the disk Confetti in my face Swing my leg Beg to stop With a colorful song Mouth worn out shoes We dance in dread till we are read by another Analise Braddock, 9 Katonah, New York

Far up high in the sky lives the space beast. He gobbles down food all day. Oh, how far the stars reach is how much he eats the people say. The beat of his roar can break down a door. For mother nature and Earth’s elements it will be gone. And now appear somewhere else. Deep down where its force is unbeatable and all night. In the scaly reef trenches they no belong in life and light. Darkness and peace are out of control. The bowl now empty he eats no more. His voice is a boar and grumble stirred in. He no belong in the deep sea or long, wide outer space kin. Analise Braddock, 9 Katonah, New York