Raise A Glass

*The other night I watched a movie called V for Vendetta. It was stunning! It's about the future of the world and its corruption. It takes place in Britain, and it shows that we depend on our Government (Big Brother) far to much. It almost controls us, it make the rules whether we like it or not. This is tragic and by the end of the movie you could easily see the irony. So I wrote this poem.*

Let's have a toast,

A toast for the man.

The man with striking hope;

Hope grown from such a small man.

Who now sleeps in the sky alone.

Let's have a toast,

A toast for ourselves.

For we could not see this;

Coming quickly from that man.

And we regret not acting sooner.

The people should not fear their government.

The government should fear its people.

However it is still tragic,

And we regret not acting sooner.

Let's have a toast.

The Love in his Eye

*When someone reads a poem, at least when I read a poem, I really do sometimes struggle to understand what it's about. I'm still learning to rhyme a poem and make sense with it at the same time. Sometimes it's a struggle, sometimes it comes to me rather quickly. This one was slow. It felt different, especially writing it with boundaries.*


His love for her, it's burnt like dust,
It runs without a spark, or gust;
His heart is thrust, his courage spent,
His soul is virtuously bent.
Send my regards to a man,
A silent, steady regard to this man.

Beyond this, in his noble heart,
A gap, for a favored new start:
He appears to them a star night,
From the darkness he shines, so bright!

Again, beyond this light there stands,
From the long dark, his shaking hands.
Around him are old people new:
No good sign, like a cold winter dew,
And yet it's quite another thing,
Past the winter, there sleeps spring.

Then hug himself and reason this,
Death was his heart sleeping in bliss.