Phoenix of Santa Barbara Client Poetry

I Metacarpal
By Bruce A. Simons

The Wind Song
By Richard Mansfield

Walking down the street
One day,
I metacarpal on his way.
He looked like me!
Poor, fair, and good.
And so I did just what I should.
I asked, "Have you a place to go?"
He said, "I do not even know."
I gave him money! All I had.
Of that he was exceeding Glad.
He said, "God bless you."
And that one phrase.
Gave me more than I'd had
In many days.

In a wind there is a whisper,
A strong, yet gentle almost
inaudible sound.
    I called it the whisper
On the wind. It is a beautiful
Sound and I want to be there now.
   To begin it's not really
Ever noticed by most,
But now that I live in a town,
I can't wander
In the country anymore.
   It's sad, but there is a tree
Outside my window
   And there is the home
Of a song bird.
   He waits for me there
And I know it listens.
   What is there to do
In a city but be a poet.
   When the sun is shining
That's when they appear,
And they sing gentle songs!
   I'm still waiting for others
To notice them.
   They're frightened by loud
And aggressive people.
   I know what I'll do.
I'll play my flute!

Peeling
By Mari Amezcua

Stranger
sinner
lonely
inside
lonely
roads
hearing
roars

feeling
frightened

let me
soar

holding
my comfort

withdrawn
but dancing
feeling the
rage

rattling the cage
finally the door
has opened
filling in the game
fighting it
opening my name

Depending on no one

Warmth
By Mari Amezcua

As dark as it gets
When the clouds cover the sun
So I am
And
Who I want to be
Is a Dragon's Fire

I feel sad with
myself
Am hurting so deep
I'll hug my teddy bear

The Mysterious Salad
By Mari Amezcua

I'm making a salad
In this silver bowl
It's in the sink
With the greens
I put in the kidney beans
They're maroon
I open the can of beets
I empty their juice
It's purple and red
I put them in

The window is in front of me
It suddenly turns darker
The beets turn vibrant
And the lighting on the silver sink
Makes a mysterious salad

Hiku
By Mari Amezcua

Sprinklers are on
Good ice cream; today is hot
The roses are wet

I like the fresh air
I'm crying in the valley
Until the truth comes

Smoking some ciggies
Getting a high off caffeine
I'm rocking on, ya!

Sky is colorful
Footprints left behind in sand
Walked in Solitude

Lend a loving hand
A voice of encouragement
Your peaceful conscience

Changes all the time
Mistakes are bound to happen
They can help you out

The stresses of life
Are no fun at all I say
So just laugh at it

I'm going to swing
Fly away to kiss the star
Sparkles on my lips

Individual
I'm alone and imperfect
Alive from the dead

Tasted salty Tears
Adam and Eve together
I cried two for you

Unfairness; I kill
The Distance. I need you near
Give me your best shot

When I see your lips
I have a craving for coke
I want to kiss you

Wishing Well
By Mari Amezcua

I threw a rock in the ocean
I threw a stone at your glass window
I flipped a coin &
I threw a penny in a wishing well

I Don't Get Over Myself
By Mari Amezcua

I'm scared to go to sleep
But somehow I get to bed
Things get to my head
Afraid to end the night

I hope for the next morning
And when it comes
All that I've built up
The night before
Has gone away

I've changed completely
And that hope and excitement
That I felt
Has gone far out

There's always something
Good to look forward to; The Light of Day
I'm still frightened
Because the night clings to me

The night before
I hope the next day
Would be the same
But everything's anew

I can party all night
I'm a party animal
The owl is part of me

Swallowing Me Whole
By Mari Amezcua

Laying Down
With a watch wrapped around my wrist
Would mean
The time is thick
Could make my pain longer
Then
I take it off
Holding it in the palm of my hand
Laying down still
To let the time
Float in the alley