Ricky Randall Poems
|2.||House Cleaners & Closet Dwellers||9/17/2012|
|3.||Gods And Guns||9/18/2012|
|4.||I Think Of You When It Rains||9/18/2012|
|5.||I'M Like The Moth||9/18/2012|
|6.||Where She Used To Sew||9/18/2012|
|13.||Holding My Breath||9/18/2012|
|15.||The Walk Home||9/18/2012|
|16.||House On Fire||9/17/2012|
|17.||A Rose For Agnes Teggerdine||9/1/2012|
A Rose For Agnes Teggerdine
I brought a rose from home one day, for Agnes Teggerdine
For out of our whole class she was indeed the most fine
She had all the other fourth grade boys waiting in line
But it was I who held the white rose that would surely make her mine
So, I walked on up to her as I was feeling quite gutsy
Said, 'I got this for you, Agnes, and my, you sure look lovely'
And as she was about to speak, she seemed to be real' bubbly
But when the teacher crushed the rose it all sure ended suddenly
Now Agnes looked sad, just as I had, but oh, how she'd soon forget ...
Red company marches in
I scream! I'm livid!
This can't happen again!
In my room,
Here they are
Where they've been before
The hooded men I see -
Again, are locking the door
I'm strapped -