Follow Me (a poem)

1044231_3178855528390_823229546_nCome, follow me, walk by the sea

Throw your pride in the waves,

It can change the way you be–

How you behave.

Walk by me,

Like sounds in winter,

Calling through the leaves.

Like steps, mush in sand

Pace determines mind and

If silver radiant glowing water is secluding you

Walk.

Lead not, not required

Don’t hold, hold onto dread

Follow endless

Follow me.
Change the way you be.

Time and Its Passage

The last time complied well,
Right before the tower fell.
Traveling without a mount,
Carrying pains more than one can count.
What is it to leave?
To think indifferent and believe.
Dark invaded the space,
Bringing an insecure face.
What is rewinding time?
To fix the renowned crime.
Nostalgic and memorizing your past,
Perfection disappearing fast.
Who can define life?
Not one below the golden knife.
Are there any who think like me?
Few stay unseen to me.

–Erin Servey

Bitter or Sweet? A poem

When poems taste like caramel,
They cover up the bitter.
Though they may be lovely,
Truth is only found in harsh taste.
When poems taste like caramel,
People munch, crunch and eat them up,
People who eat all the caramel,
They always end up
Empty
Because the only thing that’s full
Is their slowly expanding belly.
People who eat caramel poems,
Are eaten by depression,
Because depression feeds on empty minds.
When poems taste like caramel, people always end up sick
They acquire the short end of the stick.
Poems should not taste like caramel, but of bitter instead
For it is far better than a full belly, to have a full head.

Jazz Emotion (a poem inspired by swing)

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Jazz tapping the beat,

Can’t stay in my seat

Lights flashing around

Throw, jump off the ground,

Swish, swirl of dresses

The mien rids stresses

Fedoras in style

Smiles stay a while

Pulsing vibrates air

Flowing without care

Rap and tap your toes

Rhythm no one knows

Faster and faster,

Sticky sweet plaster

Chocolate warm feel

Rush of thrill so real

Spinning out of breath

Music far from death

Coming to an end

One, Two, Step, Three, end

Time to make your pose

Show off your last pose