Master Curtis

Every paper has been written
each and every form has been turned in
all my assignments have been submitted
Wait... didn't graduate school just begin??

All that's left is my graduation day
but other than that, I have finished school.
Now graduation's just 4 days away
I find this last bit of waiting cruel!

"Master Curtis" will soon be my title...
I think I'll make my students call me that!
C'mon... I mean... their respect is vital
and "Master" is just a great thing to add...

I can't stop thinking as I lay in bed
about this brand new road that lies ahead...

Shakespeare Sunday: Sonnet Six

Therefore do not let yourself be weathered

From prime to shriveled shell of yourself

Rather you should let yourself be tethered 

Don't leave your potential dead on a shelf

To charge great interest would seem unfair,

But many women gladly pay this fee

As they gladly another you would bear

Or perhaps even ten-- wait and see 

Yes! As happy as you are, think of ten!

Oh ten whole times happier that should be

Yes, you will still die, but what then?

Just imagine how great a legacy!

Don't be greedy and try beauty to save,

Or your sole legacy will be your grave.

Original:

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface

In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd

Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place

With beauty's treasure, ere it be self-kill'd.

That use is not forbidden usury,

Which happies those that pay the willing loan;

That's for thyself to breed another thee,

Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;

Ten times thyself were happier than thou art,

If ten of thine ten times refigured thee:

Then what could death do, if thou shouldst depart,

Leaving thee living in Posterity?

     Be not self will'd, for thou art much too fair,

     To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir

Just Dance

I had ordered Just Dance a week ago
but alas! I was not home to play it
finally I've moved back into my home
and to not play would be to betray it!

I turned on my Wii and put the disc in
soon I had many choices before me
so I chose to take "World Stage" for a spin
(it was far more fun than I did foresee)

For each song I was told to choose a team
and the teams did compete for the most stars
then soon with a sweat I did start to gleam
as I danced my best through all the song's bars

Soon I saw it had been an hour
and that I needed to take a shower...

One More Night

My room has been sprayed and it is all clear
now I can return home at any time
of bed bugs I no longer live in fear
over are their short lives of itchy crime

I guess I can leave my grandmother's house
since my own is no longer quarantined
no longer will I be with free food doused
and no longer live in a house so clean

Well... I guess I can stay for one more night
to wait for the spray to settle and such
I will slip away with the morning light
oh but until then my life with be lush

While I can't wait to see my bed again
I will kind of miss this new home domain

Inconspicuous

Late I got an email from UPS
saying a package for me had arrived
I read more and soon I became distressed
as I saw they'd left the package outside

Alas! I was sleeping at grandma's house
the package would have to wait until dawn
so in the morning, early I did rouse
so I could get the package from my lawn

I got there and saw that the box so small
was placed between the front door and screen door
yet doormat was propped up agains the wall
as if to say "something is here for sure!!"

I don't know what UPS was thinking
I can only guess they had been drinking...

Last Day

Tomorrow's the last day I student teach
I can't believe it's already over
It seemed so far away and out of reach
but now it has passed; it's time for closure

I don't really know how I'll say goodbye
I just can't believe that it's time to go
I've touched my students' lives and they've touched mine
and that means more than they could ever know

There is a silver lining in all this
See... I'm not really going anywhere
So I guess there's really not much to miss
for they'll go next door, and I will be there

I will be working within the same school
and I have to say... that will be so cool!

Fountain of Words

My pen is a fountain flowing with ink
like water, words bubble up from within
onto the page spill the thoughts that I think
a river flows with each tale that I spin

I remove the cap; life water spills forth
cascading across this great empty page
then as the words fill it, the page gains worth
and soon more of these dancers fill the stage

Silent ideas are soon forgotten
cursed to fade away without a record
but there to preserve them is the great pen
it seeks to let no dream become deferred

So let this great fountain spell out great thoughts
it lends satisfaction that can't be bought

Ghost Bugs

I sit in a chair and feel something crawl
even though I know there is nothing there
I see a ghost movement upon the wall
I feel a small tickle under my hair

"I'm covered in bugs" I think to myself
and soon my entire body starts to itch
I closely inspect to search for a welt,
and soon I'm not wearing a single stitch

I soon confirm what I've known all along
that I have left all the bugs back at home
but still a small part of me thinks I'm wrong
and thinks I'm cursed fore'er with them to roam

I keep looking for something I don't see
but not seeing it doesn't comfort me

Shakespeare Sunday: Sonnet Five

So far along time has been good to you
it has brought a soft glow upon your face
but time that matures does age us too
what began as a stroll becomes a race.

For once you did beg for more time to pass
yet the same time soon takes a speedy gait;
the seasons begin to change far to fast
and all signs of beauty soon fade away

When a beautiful flower has been drained
and its sweet essence has been stored away
none of that flower's beauty remains
not even memory sees light of day

Human and flower may both beauty lose
but even after this do both have use

Original:

Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel;
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter, and confounds him there;
Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where:
Then were not summer's distillation left,
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was:
   But flowers distilled, though they with winter meet,
   Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.

Guest Sonnet: Kairos

When I’ve become a corpse in the ground

skin all filled with holes and rotting,

centipedes will scuttle in and out

of the lump of flesh once called my body

My lungs will stutter and my heart

will seize, my limbs will all go still

my flesh will grow icy and hard

my face hollow and pale

You should touch me while I’m still full

of life, grasp my shoulders while I’m still warm

bite my neck while it still has a pulse

explore cavities uninfested with worms

distract me from mortal pains and fears

we could have minutes, we could have years