Noie's Poetry Collection

Which season?

Which season goes first?

Fall? or winter? spring? summer?

Which one? I don’t know

Sushi

Hands move fast. Shaping,

Rolling, rice, fish, veggies too

What is it? Sushi

A pretty picture

The child puts a piece

Then another as she forms

A pretty picture

Haiku

I have to write a

Haiku. Here I am writing

That is my haiku

My name is blue

I’m a ball

Small and

Round

And

Blue

I’m really happy though

I live in a

Metal bowl

With my 3 friends

Red, green, and green

Green and green are twins!

My day often starts like this

“Hey guys, wake up!” Red screams in our ears

“Why? We’re tired.” I respond grouchily

“Yeah.” Greens say at the same time.

For the rest of our day

We talk some more,

Watch,

And

Play

And if

We’re lucky

We get bounced!

BFF’s

I’m a magnet

I’m putty

We’re bffs!

We live together

in a tin

I’m magnetic putty

So she sticks to me

And I stick to her

And when our

Human bean

Plays with us we have twice

The fun!

I’m a magnet

I’m putty

Together we are

magic.

The string of fate

The string of life

Keep it, hide it, love it, never forget it,

Her last words

I kept it, hid it, loved it, and never forgot it

All these years and when the time is right it’ll

Use itself

Never needing it, I never understood why I needed it.

But then poof gone

My Liza left

Sadness overtaking me

Poof gone

My Jackie left

Had nothing left

But my promise

Kept it, hid it, loved, and never forgot it all my life.

Wasn’t till now as a old lady when I realized

What it was for

To keep me going even when my world was falling apart

Thank you string of life

Before & Now

Before:

we went to school,

a brick building,

We saw

many faces, talked

to many people,

and touched many things.

I miss that

Now:

We stay in our homes,

whether that's a small apartment or a brownstone in brooklyn .

See only family in person, friends on zoom, seeing ½ the faces we’re used to.

Before: Our smiles were seen.

I miss that

Now: smiles, hidden under masks.

Confined.

Before: People dying but from normal causes,

Now: People dying from sickness now.

Good things and bad things before,

Bad things and good things now.

Good before: saw friends more.

Good now: family more.

Good things and bad things always going to happen.

Can’t stop that.

Your passport to the world.

Food is your passport to the world

Even at home it takes you on a trip

Every taste of something new from somewhere new

Adds a stamp

Savor mundu (Korean dumplings)

As you add stamp from Korea to your passport

Now eat up the delicious halo-halo and

Add a stamp from the Philippines

As you eat, you travel the world

By having a little taste from all over

And by the time you’ve eaten a lot, you know a little about

Each and

Every place

So take this trip around the world

Without even leaving your kitchen

Uh oh, will there be snow?

Will the next generation know snow?

Or will I have to tell stories of sleds?

Sadness awaits for the next generations

that may not know

The soft white blanket that falls

Gracefully from the sky, so cold you could die

Even I haven’t gone sledding in 2 or 3 years

Even I don’t remember when we had the last big snow

Even I don’t remember the last time I made a snowman

Now I see snow as small flakes falling down

Only sometimes and even if it does

It's not enough for sleds and all the things snow is for

Or

I see it when I leave my home and go up north

To snowboard,

to feel the wind in my face,

to have the joy of rushing down a mountain

But even then

The snow is often made by people

And even then

I don’t go sledding

If I’m lucky only a snowball fight.

If all of that happens now, I doubt

The next generations will see

Snow, though it's our fault

The next generations will not

see snow

My Thoughts

If you're always thinking,

does that mean

I'm thinking of what to think?

which is what I’m thinking

which is what I thought

which is what I’m thinking?

Please stop me

it goes

On endlessly

Wonders

What do I wonder?

I don’t know

What do I wonder?

Why should I tell you?

My wonders are for me and only sometimes you

What do I wonder?

Too much too fast

What do I wonder?

How should I know?

I wonder things in a moment, hard for me to keep them in one place, in an hour or a week or 2 minutes

I’ll remember

or I’ll wonder more since I’m always wondering, you know.

Happy Birthday

One song

Never gets old

Sing it to the-

young or the old or anywhere in between

Don’t matter if you’re

Turning 3 or maybe 10 or 17 or 33 you even can be turning 99. this song

Can be sung for anyone.

The song is simple, sometimes slow sometimes

Fast

“Happy birthday!” you sang

That’s one song that never

Gets old

The Lamp

A mini yellow sun,

Bright when needed, dull and colorless when not,

A white shade,

White as clouds in the sky

Smooth as paper

As it surrounds the

mini yellow sun

No, it's not floating in plain air

A gold post holds it

Up

It’s shiny like a

Mermaids tail

And together,

When all the pieces come together, the

Mini yellow sun, the white as clouds and

smooth as paper shade surrounds, and

the gold and shiny as a mermaid's tail post, holding it all up

Together they make a

Lamp

Mine All Mine

Mine

All mine

My space to escape,

To be by myself

A

Rough red brick wall

Bright white wall

Light ever so light blue wall

Yellow handles to my closet

Don’t know why I picked those out

A bed with a soft blanket

Pressed up against the bricks

My dresser in the bed

My bed in the dresser

Bookshelves and books line the walls

A small desk in between 2 of them. Pictures

Above like a scrapbook on a wall

Bins live below the desk

Art hangs on my wall above my bed

Some I like but others, why did I pick those?

Light shines in

Casting a ray inside

A small soft rug

is there

Right in

the ray of light

Might not like

some of the things inn here

but I

Like enough

And it makes me happy

and calm

And it's my room

My sanctuary

Mine all mine

George Floyd

A man on the ground

A knee in his neck

Yells and screams “I can't breathe!”

8 minutes it took for George Floyd to die

8 minutes that Derek Chauvin could’ve

Saved

That man’s life

8 minutes people screamed, yet nothing they could do

For that 8 minutes were protected by 3 armed cops

Watching

a man die,

silent,

not caring

8 minutes that showed how Floyd was

Nothing more than a piece of gum, discarded under a table.

Now I ask, how could Chauvin

Kill this man, this man who had a daughter,

A family?

I don’t know, all I know is that George Floyd

Should be alive

Brilliance

A stroke

of brilliance

Takes only

a peaceful queen

Savor

the ice cream for

It’s delish!

Whisper harmony into sushi which

Is an awesome food just

Like guacamole!

Food is a

Dream created to mesmerize