Stewart's Poetry

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Stewart writes some of the greatest poetry.  Here are a few of his recent works!

 My Origins

By: Stewart Beaumont

 

I am from the Wii, from Lego and Cingular.

 

I am from the expansive rooms, filled with clutter and the mess of yesterday, the game board cards awry.

 

I am from the t.v. at night, with the family gathered ‘round.

 

I am from the garden, the fig tree in the back.

The melons ripe and ready.

 

I am from outgoers and stand outs, from Gretchen and John and Henry.

 

I am from the dog and turtle, snake and chinchilla.

The lost and found, hurt and healed.

 

I am from the atheist, born and passing into nothing.

 

I am from the orange juice on Christmas, and the gifts of family.

 

I am from America and Sweden, cream spinach and fish nuggets.

Coffee in the morning, tea at night.

 

From the clutch of death in the cool water, the needles and wires of the hospital, and the joy of friends.

 

I am from the pictures on the wall, my personal time line, the stories of life, the keepers of forgotten memories.

 

Our Home

By: Stewart Beaumont

 

I was at my friends house when the storm hit.

Even at this distance the house shook quite a bit.

After it was over, over the phone, my mother said she was there all alone.

I rushed back to her so we could go home.

 

But our home wasn’t there

 

I stayed at my friends house, and felt sad inside,

for the home I stayed in, I didn’t want to reside.

Every day I looked out the window to that familiar place.

 

But our home wasn’t there

 

They started rebuilding it, brick by brick,

but the fact that it had been gone still didn’t stick.

The building that had been our shelter, our refuge, our place to lie,

had vanished in just one blink of Katrina’s eye.

They have rebuilt it now,

but it looks so different.

 

And our home isn’t there

 

I Am

By: Stewart Beaumont

 

I am a pool shark.
I wonder if I will work in Vegas.
I fear dreams.
I want to own a vast collection of snakes.

I am a bookworm.
I pretend I’m smarter than anyone else.
I feel scared when I can’t control things.
I touched a boa constrictor.
I worry what my grades will be like.
I cry with laughter a lot.

I am a fanatic.
I understand how people work.
I say sarcastic things.
I dream of a better tomorrow.
I try to do well(mostly).
I hope we have more snow days.

I am a dreamer.

 

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