Day 15 - Write a poem about deadlines (because, you know, it's tax season. I obviously am not very good at deadlines as I'm posting this a day late!)
This poem requires a little insider information as to what I'm talking about, but most of the people who read this blog should know what I mean. I couldn't think of anything that had to do with an actual deadline, so this is what I came up with. (It's a line that's named death. Close enough, right?)
The Black Line of Death
My brother's team is climbing, climbing
all his quizzers jumping, jumping.
For first place are hoping, hoping,
To stay above the black line of death.
Quiz masters are asking, asking,
Team members are quoting, quoting,
Score keepers are watching, watching,
To see who falls below the black line of death.
Time out! Coaches are coaching, coaching.
Time in. Audience is waiting, waiting.
Proud parents are video taping,
Regardless of the black line of death.
Geeks, the laptops repairing, repairing,
Helpers, the quiz boxes are packing, packing.
Quizzers, the chairs are stacking, stacking.
And still is looming the black line of death.
Worship team is playing, playing,
TFC, awards are giving, giving.
All the quizzers smiling, smiling,
who stayed above the black line of death.
Day 16 - Write a poem having to do with death.
The Alien Planet
Dear friends and family,
I recently visited an alien planet.
It was the weirdest thing I've ever seen.
There were plants as tall as houses,
and aliens most strange.
I could never quite tell if
The air was toxic.
Some aliens were deathly afraid of it.
Others breathed in all they could get of it.
I, myself, chose to keep my helmet on.
The planet and the aliens were one.
They covered it almost entirely
with strips of manufactured rock.
I wonder if they were trying to bind it
and hold parts of it together.
They have a peculiar ritual
that isn't a ritual at all.
The right of passage is something
that happens to all of them
yet they are always surprised when it happens.
They are never prepared either.
They are always sad when it happens.
You'd think they would remember
Every day to prepare for such an important thing.
I know I did. I always looked forward to growing up.