Week 18

I haven't felt very creative lately. I think this project is just gonna take longer than a year to complete, haha. But I wrote this to commemorate the lives and deaths of three kings and a queen of media that have passed on last week.

Death in Threes

They say that death shall raid in groups of threes,
And truthfully it seems to me they do,
For this past week was plagued with loss of these,
And so we mourn them all with eyes subdued.

When Ed Mcmahon was lost at eighty-six,
The world gave trembling sighs for his sad death,
For with him gone we'll miss the Carson mix,
As both the ancient stars have lost their breath.

After him, Farrah Fawcett met her end,
Fighting cancer as only angels do,
But though her fight is over she ascends,
As we recall her beautiful hair-do.

Third death to course, Michael Jackson passed on,
A man of mystery, both black and white,
And though he will never see another dawn,
It's those he touched with music that still might.

We thought the deaths were done with Pop's true King
For three is plenty, we all must agree,
But only Billy Mays, the Advert King,
Would give another ABSOLUTELY FREE!

Week 4

A little late but I wrote this last week. I don't really like it as much as I COULD like it, however, so I spent the past few days trying to refine it but it's not working. It's too bad, too, because I love the image of Autumn Leaves...

Autumn Leaves

The autumn leaves dance slowly to the ground,
And look! Another takes his long dive down!
This tumbling piece of life seen from a glance,
A memory--so weak from time long passed.
He viewed the world through rain'd and sunny days,
From tiny green sprout just starting to sway,
To strong and vibrant veins and vigorous curves,
Yet now his days are gone, but still he twirls.
He may forget the day of fog and mist,
The moist air spread across the land like myth,
The day the boys all played amoung his boughs,
Among his limbs they built a sturdy house.
Still yet his dreams of memories will flow,
And Watch him fall, the dreams yet still allowed,
Enough to give him joy and let him fly,
His one last dance before his life last fades.