A CALL TO ARMS
This is a call to arms!
I need all writers to pick up a pen,
and I’m not talking about the high-end best selling authors,
oh no— I’m calling out to the daughter that journals
every night about her father’s abusive might.
I’m calling out to the street poet with a passion for rhymes,
but doesn’t have a dime for food of any kind.
I’m calling out to the song writer that strives
to keep the lyrics in time—
only to perform in a bar that looks like a dive.
I’m calling out to the underground aristocrats,
and the flowing jazz cool cats.
I’m calling out to the contemporary philosophers,
and every single Dr. Seuss admirer.
I’m calling out to the telemarketer,
the Evangelic preacher,
the high school English teacher,
and the sophisticated lawyer.
I’m calling out to the mother with a to do list,
and the dreamer with a movie script.
I’m calling out to the stand up comedians,
the biblical heathens,
and the man speaking to high schools
teaching that drinking and driving isn't cool.
I’m calling out to the college students
with weekly assignments.
To those who compose e-mails and have them sent.
To any readers of John Smith’s interpretation
of the Old Testament—
he warned his patrons about God's wrath
and the need to repent.
I’m calling out to anyone whose created a comic book foe,
recited Edgar Allen Poe, memorized Jay-Z’s Black Album,
or was entranced by the Fireside Poets,
and Henry David Thoreau.
I’m calling out to anyone who has typed a blog,
doodled a thought,
or heard “I Have a Dream”
and realized the resistance King fought.
I’m calling out to anyone who has ever placed the tip of a pen
to white parchment.
This is a call to arms!
Pick up the nearest pen, pencil, or mixture of both utensils.
The modern day writers are going to insight a revolution--
not with the pull of a trigger, but the click of a pen.
Writers can change the way we are living!
I need Haiku minutemen to hurl 5-7-5 syllables
like beads at Mardi Gras.
The sergeant majors of metaphors to compare
an umbrella and a rabid animal.
The secret service of similes and sentences
to sentence the ignorant to an education.
We can start a literary invasion—
write proclamations that will help our nation.
I would trade ten-thousand votes
for just one poet,
because they may write in silence,
but their word’s will sing louder than freedom will ever ring!
This is a call to arms!
Pick up a pen and jot your thoughts down!
This is a call to arms!


Apr 19, 2010

My World

My world? My world is getting scary.
My chest, is getting hairy!
It’s curious this process known as development
The conscious concentration on one’s mental maturation.

It’s learning to think before you speak
But never forgetting your instinct.
I find my freer moments are conversations
I have internally, in a room locked invisibly
Where I hash out the plot lines of myself
With the little voice inside me
Who I no longer choose to fear
But am trying to trust and learning about love.
We are uniting, indivisible Aaron.

Apr 5, 2010

He Wants To Be An Electrical Engineer

Waiting by Ali-Reza Kashani

With many questions that need to be answered,
I stand here and wait.
Waiting on the results
To receive the answer to the question.
The question that has been played out in many ways in my mind, But all I can do is wait,
Wait for your response.
I know that I will get the answer I want,
But till then, I'm patiently waiting
Waiting for you.

Apr 4, 2010

He Wants To Be A Pastor!

When We Were Angels by Tommy Welty

When we were angels,
we found gold in the parking lot.
So, on Saturday we explored.

We brought with us all we need;
a shovel,
boots,
lunch.
We walked down the creek,
covering ourselves in mud,
and adventure.

We never found gold
by the time the rains came.
We ran our separate ways.
"See you on Monday!"

Now we are men.
There is no gold,
but faded yellow paint telling us where we go,
slowly baptized
by time.

Apr 3, 2010

He Wants To Be A Physicist!

The Beginning by Alexander Aavang

So slowly the eons pass
The cold emptiness stretching forever
Holding within in it no spark, no substance
At once a flicker

A flash

An explosion
Life explodes from nothingness
The heat and power
Leaving behind

The cosmos

Apr 2, 2010

She Wants To Be A Writer!

What Color? by Kate Stasiak

he is the boy who sits beside me
and i am as red as the sneakers
that he is wearing

he caught me staring... See More
i pretended to pretend
to watch the teacher
as she wrote fractions on the board

while my heart was strummin' chords
maybe i'll wear my red sneakers tomorrow
and see what color he turns

Apr 1, 2010

He Wants To Be A Statistician!

You Are Not Alone by Noah Curtis

I went psychotic once. I thought the CIA was after me.
Getting help hurt and was excruciating. It took something from me.
My family and friends saved me. They brought me back to life.
I came back with ferocity. I went after life with vengeance.
A plan began to settle. I saw life as I had never expected.
A future that I couldn’t have even fathomed
was being painted in front of me.
I began to reach out to those who were afflicted like me.
I began to educate people and talk about ‘1-North’.
Statistics say 1 in 4 families are afflicted.
You are not alone.

Mar 31, 2010

He Wants To Entertain!

Thunder by Russ Devereaux

I
want
to
hug
my
dog.
Thunder
died
long
ago.

She wants to be a high school latin teacher!

Let Herself In by Olivia Jean

Spring is knocking at the door
In the form of birds waking me up through my open window
In the form of children darting through traffic on their bikes
In the form of new love springing from everywhere
In the form of driving with windows down and music blasting
We've been waiting all year for this glorious end to the misery of winter
Now that it's here we see why we endure the wait
Because grass is supposed to be green
Because skies are supposed to be blue
Because spring has let herself in

Mar 30, 2010

She Wants To Teach In The Philippines!

Smile Today by G.A.

A lot of things really made me smile today…
Just walking home after school made me smile.
I tend to do that often…
I look like a crazy fool smiling to myself walking down the sidewalk.
Seeing the skyline everyday makes me smile…
Not missing the bus makes me smile.
Making it to my classes on time makes me smile…
Some people's fashion choices make me smile.
I don’t know…
I just smile a lot.