OMS Village News April 2021
In recognition of National Poetry Month, please enjoy these contributions from Warriors past and present.
yet Quarantine
by Haley Ruttle by Anonymous
I hate the way the mattress feels when the fitted sheet pops up
Yet i don't fix it till it reaches my pillow
I hate the way her brow furrows when she makes a cruel joke
Yet i stare at her memorizing her face as if a poem
I hate the way the lights hum
Yet i tap to the beat
I love the way his laugh felt
Yet i diminished it all
I love the way her love felt
Yet now its just a dream
I hate the way wednesday goes
Yet i spend all week thinking about it
I love the uniqueness of your handwriting
Yet i burned all our letters
I think of the world and unforgiving
Yet it's all i fantasize
I rely on the standards of telling the truth
Yet i'm the one who lies
Just a 2 week break they said
Months piling up in our heads
We should've been back
To what was reality
But only now are we
Slowly realizing the months we would spend
Locked up in doors
Afraid to see our friends
Now we wear masks
Uncomfortable and uneasy
Never really knowing
Whether old reality will show up again
Only time will tell
Keep your distance
Wash your hands
It seems like we are kindergarteners all over again
But like they said just a 2 week break ahead
Of Beetles and Uncertainties Seasons
by Annalise Wellman by Vanessa Alvarez
Alectrona traces secrets with her rays
On the nape of my neck
From the cielo above,
As I rescue hister beetles
From a cold swimming pool.
With every one I save from the currents,
Another word is written out by her beams,
Leaving tanned clues
For thoughts I can’t seem to figure out,
Stage notes from behind the scenes.
Now, rush- I do-to find each arthropod
And return them to the Jasmine hedge,
So I can guess the Sun goddess’ prophecies
And hope my luck favors the draw.
Redemption
by Dwight Stewart
Broken hearts are mended with gratitude
The seed lives within
Step boldly outside with arms extended
from your heart's center
I beg you take back
that which was stolen
Let love find its way home
As we all know there are four seasons
They all Happen during the year
Some Like winter Because of the Snow
Other Like summer They enjoy the waves
That Overflow
Lets Not forget about spring
We Love the Flowers and Bees
And the soft Breeze
We are just Like seasons
People change from time to time
Some Get cold
When its Winter they get cold
It used to be a smile now Its a Groan
Summer Vibes
Summer Dies
A to B There is Nothing to see
Sunny Days to cloudy Days
Happy Face to Frowny Face
To Flowerful Days
Oh How i miss those
Unfortunately my days Now Blaze with the Wind
Now You see My leaves in a Recycling bin
Fruits Have Ripened
Fall Off and fades
But there is a Faith that
It will come back next seasons
Greetings
Two Bumblebees in a Swarm of Gnats
by Aa'Niyah Ramos
There once was a girl a brunette,
She cried herself to sleep where she let,
Her mind wander about simple things,
Every morning her alarm clock would sing.
That girl got up and went to school
Wanting and wishing to be “cool”.
Girls poked her and made fun,
Then they’d leave her to cry one by one.
She’d curl up in a ball,
The teacher would ask “Did you fall?”
Then she’d stand up and say “I’m fine!”
The girl would go to lunch to not eat her lunch on time.
She never got to eat her lunch,
Everybody stole her food to munch.
She hated school,
Decided not to be “cool”.
She ditched one morning.
School was too boring.
She didn’t want to deal with those girls,
Who make her want to hurl.
She traveled by bike,
To a store that she liked.
She walked in and searched,
Through all their merch.
A girl who prefers Laffy Taffy,
Over some sweet coffee.
She leaves with nothing,
Not feeling like something.
This is a story about a girl who is sad.
Who needs help to feel glad.
She’s sad and feels hopeless,
People tell her she’s useless.
People can be so cruel,
And make her look like a fool.
She wipes the tears streaming down her face,
Suddenly she needs some space.
She goes to school,
And sees a boy in the corner wearing wool.
Him curled up in a ball shaking,
Her tears pause their streaming.
“Hi my name is Marinette!”
He looks up, his hair a net,
Over his tear stricken face
“Hi, My name is Lace.”
They smile and go inside,
Walking side by side.
They become friends not like that,
Two bumble bees in a swarm of gnats.