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Montana Meth March

It was a long day and we were on the bus home from the Montana Meth March in Helena. Kyle, Casey, Cullen, and I were the only students from Whitehall on the bus. I sat beside my old friend Kate listening to music from Kyle’s ipod on speakers. The girl in front of Kyle, Jacqueline, kept starring at him.
“How old are you?” Jacqueline asked.
“Eighteen,” Kyle replied
“Your not eighteen”
“yes I am!”
“trust me, he is,” I said
Eventually Kyle got annoyed with her and dumped some water on her. She freaked out and started hitting him.
“Why did you do that?! I didn’t do anything to you!” she shrieked
“hey I’m sorry I’m sorry,” said Kyle, “Quit hitting me.”
Jacqueline st down in her cair and sulked.
“ Geez,” I said, “quit freakin out its just water”
“ How would you like it if I poured water on you huh?”
“I wouldn’t care, it’s just water so quit crying about it”
“I’m not crying I’m just pissed”
I ignored everything else she said to me the rest of the ride. She stopped talking to me, thank god, and the rest of the ride home was realatively peace ful, if you can call it that.

My Morning

BEEP BEEP BEEP! My eyes open and I reach my arm lazily over to press the snooze button on my alarm clock. I don’t feel like getting up so I lay in bed with my eyes closed.
“Get up you lazy bum!” my brother yells to me.
I ignore him but get up any way, there’s no way I can get back to sleep now.
After a shower I’m slightly more awake. I’m being bombarded by annoying remarks and questions from my brother.
“So Frodo, seen Gandalf lately?” says my brother
“Oh you mean that tall guy that rides the white pony? Ya he’s standing in front of me,” I reply.
“hey stinky at least I don’t play with plastic horsies.”
“I don’t play with plastic horses, I collect them, and they’re not plastic they’re ceramic, learn the difference moron. Besides I have better things to do.”
I ignore the rest of what he says and walk off to do my usual morning routine.

to good home

I’m cute, cuddly, and friendly as can be; a little orange ball of fuzz ready for a new home. Wrap me in your arms and let me fall asleep. You’ll love me, I know it; how can you resist a happy little kitty?

Death by Fire

Death comes swift on wings of fire
Darkness burns with shifting shadow
Flame goes black in mortal dire

Fear blocks out all desire
Swept clean from long ago
Death comes swift on wings of fire

Choking hands of smokey spire
Rising from the dark, smoke billows
Flame goes black in mortal dire

heat of flame in desperate ire
lurking demons blacken woes
Death comes swift on wings of fire

Dark descends upon the mire
extinguishing might of foes
Flame goes black in mortal dire

cloudy skies gather to conspire
sparks of fire light and grow
Death comes swift on wings of fire
Flame goes black in mortal dire

~Blondie

Cowboy wanted:

Gallop with me to places unseen, mountain trails, and rodeo. Rope me up; Hold me tight, share my dreams. Horses are my passion never given up. I’ll be watching and waiting for you, in my field of dreams; be my friend be, my love, be my man.

The Sheep and the Wolf Are Not Agreed

Defending wolves and their deathblows?
Iraqi wolf with teeth that shred?
Upon the pacifist three woes!

Beware the vulpine power grows,
beware the duped, their banners red,
defending wolves and their deathblows.

Appeasing cunning wolves bestowsmore
time to spread their murd'rous dread.
Upon the pacifist three woes!

This land where Tigris wends and flows
must weep as men become misled,
defending wolves and their deathblows.

The shepherd's blamed who overthrows
(his slingshot's aim was wolf's forehead).
Upon the pacifist three woes!

Redeeming sheep from fiendish foes
requires force. "How wrong!" they said,
defending wolves and their deathblows.
Upon the pacifist three woes.

by Airedale

The shepherd drives the wolf from the sheep's throat, for which the sheep thanks the shepherd as his liberator, while the wolf denounces him for the same act, as the destroyer of liberty. Plainly the sheep and the wolf are not agreed upon a definition of the word liberty; and precisely the same difference prevails today among human creatures.

Equine Dreaming

Shaded by the swaying pines, moonlit shivers sway and shift
Water carpers from the spring, sliding by with gentle sound
Thrilling whispers shiver past; firm embrace bestows her gift

Poised nearby, the unicorn drinks where crystal waters drift
Golden horn and silver fleece lightly gleaming all around,
Shaded by the swaying pines, moonlit shivers sway and shift

Dancing, leaping, cloud to cloud, held aloft by feathered lift
Flying horses fill the night, sharing the joy she found-
Thrilling whispers shiver past; firm embrace bestows her gift

Swung beneath broad ivory wings, pearly hoofs had formed a rift
Chance and magic joined to coax water from a stony mound,
Shaded by swaying pines, moonlit shivers sway and shift

Subtle whinneys on the breeze blend with warbling water-sift
Joined by neighs and clops until mystic equine tones abound
Thrilling whispers shiver past; firm embrace bestows her gift
Shaded by swaying pines, moonlit shivers sway and shift

~ anonymous

I chose this poem for the mystical aura about it. it has a sense of movement and life that comes from the way the words are put. All an all I think this is a great poem.

My Horse and My Friend

Wind blowing in my face
Across the desolate plain
Chasing the antelope we race
Hoping to do this once again

We always have fun
Wether riding alone
Or with the setting of the sun
Exploring the unknown

I've seen some times of sadness
But you always pull me through
And though i'm sometimes careless
You always know what to do

Thank you to the end
My horse and my friend

By Blondie

Sonnet XVIII: Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day?

by William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

And Day Brought Back My Night

By Geoffrey Brock
It was so simple: you came back to me
And I was happy. Nothing seemed to matter
But that. That you had gone away from me
And lived for days with him—it didn’t matter.
That I had been left to care for our old dog
And house alone—couldn’t have mattered less!
On all this, you and I and our happy dog
Agreed. We slept. The world was worriless.


I woke in the morning, brimming with old joys
Till the fact-checker showed up, late, for work
And started in: Item: it’s years, not days.
Item: you had no dog. Item: she isn’t back,
In fact, she just remarried. And oh yes, item: you
Left her, remember? I did? I did. (I do.)