Caleb N

A Smorgasbord of Poetry

By Caleb N. Cary Academy 2011

A Pinball Game of Giants

The remaining minutes of the game dissipate like a snowflake melting too quickly on your tongue, It is gone before you realize it, and you cannot seem to grasp hold of its short existence.

Everyone's movements appear to be in slow-motion as the clock counts races toward the conclusion of the game.

Time seems too short. Will we fail to reach our goal?

Faster than the blink of an eye, we regain possession of the ball.

We race down the field quicker than the speed of light, Dribbling like a pinball game of giants.

The ball flies past the goalie like a comet rushing at astronomical speeds.

Everyone holds their breath in anticipation: The ball swishes silently into the net.

"Goal!" we scream-- so loudly it seems to reverberate on the other side of the globe.

The final seconds count down on the scoreboard, Now time seems slow: seeming to take an eternity to pass.

The referee blows his whistle, the sound cutting through the air like a knife.

The game has ended. We have won, victorious over our opponents.

Ode to Ice Cream

A food that you should always savor, Exploding in wonderful flavor.

Vanilla, Chocolate, Strawberry, Mint, Sometimes there can be just a hint; Whatever flavor you wish, Found inside your favorite dish.

It travels all over the globe, Wearing toppings as a robe, Enwreathed in sauce, Drizzled with gloss, It can look like anything, Ice cream that's fit for a king.

Ice cream unites everyone.

We all eat it under the sun.

We certainly may seem, United by ice cream.

The Lone Chocolate Bar

Sticky, sweet Halloween treats, In a black and orange bowl, Sitting on the edge of their seats, A pumpkin bag: their goal.

Wizards, witches, monsters, kings, All come to collect their share.

Bearing wands, crowns, brooms, and wings, These are the things they wear.

Popcorn balls shaped like a dome, Caramel apples galore.

Mystical bags become their home, Carried from door to door.

Heavy bags drag on the ground, Torn wrappers litter the lawn.

Few candies remain to be found, The kids begin to yawn.

One candy bar sits in wait, The chocolate is alone.

Feeling worried: it's getting late, Its fate remains unknown.

The candy bar tries to cope, Its senses remaining keen.

But starts to lose its only hope, When no kid can be seen.

A man dressed as a green elf, Picks up the drained bowl with cheer.

He places it upon a shelf, To save until next year.

The chocolate watches in shock, As before its cocoa eyes, From inside their secretive stock, Kids eat their candy prize.

The candy bar now can see: Put alone upon a plate, Not being in the kids' eating spree, Is not such a bad fate.

Bibliography Images Cover Art: Dillon, Stacy. "The Eve of National Poetry Month."

Welcome to My Tweendom. BlogSpot, 31 Mar. 2011. Web. 11 Oct. 2011. <http://tweendom.blogspot.com/2011/03/eve-of-national-poetrymonth.html>.

Many thanks to Caleb N. for all other images of his own original art.

Inspiration Thanks to “Halloween” by an unknown artist for inspiration for the poem “The Lone Chocolate Bar.” Thanks to “Ode to Pizza” by Pat Mora for inspiration for the poem “Ode to Ice Cream.”