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Last Updated 3/10/2008


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SYSTEMS THINKING & SUSTAINABLE BUSINESSES : Poetry - Spring 2008

GROUP 3

For Daddy


A stubborn little girl,

I was for you years ago,

But I loved you more than anything,

Even though it didn’t always show.


Now that I’m all grown up,

Making a new life of my own,

Remember that I will forever be,

That little girl in your arms.


Jane Peckham



You have smiling hazel eyes

And hands of an artist

The heart of a brave knight

A charming, witty mind

And strength to support me

But what I love the most

Is your child-like spirit


Aimee Dedeyne



Obsessions with romance lead to

An obsession with being obsessed --

A glorification of dependency and need

True love ~

Is the kind smile from a friend after a long day,
A sympathetic ear on the phone,
Open, uninhibited laughter

It fills you with peace and joy

And leaves no room for hunger


Elizabeth Arata



When I am with you

my heart, mind and soul

can rest.

Knowing that you are near

soothes me

like nothing else can.

When I am away from you

gratitude for having you

in my life

envelopes me.

Knowing that someone

as wonderful

as you

loves me

still astounds me.


Jennifer Karvelas



You are not your February shadow.

You are not your possessions

You are not your anger

You are not your fear

You are your hope

You are your dreams


Matt Jarosz



I’ve been there, done that.

A thousand times before.

This sort of give and take and not much more.

I’m young and have the world to explore.

But I’ll wait and wait and wait.

And ask one again

Love,

When will you come?


Erin Meyers



Skeletons


Open up the closets of my friends

And you will find skeletons

Open up mine – shirts, shoes, belts, but no skeletons


As we talk about their pasts

I find myself oddly jealous of their skeletons

And even though for them love didn’t last

At least they have experienced it at all


But, I know to be patient

Because my one sweet love is somewhere

And someday, I won’t have to fake it

When I say I have loved someone


Danielle Pelsue



A thousand words

Are not enough.

Roses and songs

Will not save.

They push so hard

But never pull.

They look outside

To avoid glances.

The truth is too much.


Katy Higley



Wounded Soldier

It has been five years

Most have forgotten

Your stories were lost


I have not forgotten

What you have done

And what you lost


You gave more than any

And you lost the most

I will never forget


I am here for you

I respect and honor

The sacrifice you made


Ryan Wegner



A Love Poem to Mayor Dave


You do not know me very well,

But I know I like you.

Actually, if you looked hard enough,

You’d see we have much in common.

We were in the Canterbury Run together.

Maybe you don’t remember.

You were in the front, firing the starter gun.

I think I was number 2937.

We both like Aldo Leopold.

Standing in the Arboretum visitors center,

You read aloud from my favorite book.

That was me in the back,

Polishing off a jelly doughnut.

Before you became mayor,

You worked for an environmental organization.

I work for an environmental organization, too.

And who could forget the election?

You ran for mayor, I voted for you.

Also, you have a hard to pronounce name,

And I have a hard time pronouncing it.

We have much in common it is true,

But I digress.

This is just a poem to tell you thanks,

To let you know how much I admire your politics,

Your values and your vision.

To say “keep up the good work”,

Hoping there are many more out there

Like you.


Melissa Gavin



Love is not a state of being

But an action – a verb, not a noun

Love does not always depend on seeing

But trusting – even when you’re not around


Elizabeth Arata



once a year a day arrives

encouraging us to feel

but the other 364 days we deprive

those of what we are afraid to reveal


Aaron Kline



Crush


I ache to call you my own,

I find myself staring.

With every word you speak,

My heart is tearing.


I am unable to concentrate,

At home, at work, at class.

Thoughts of you consume me,

Will this feeling pass?


I do not always enjoy,

The way you make me feel.

I'm nervous, anxious, and nauseous,

The pain is so real.


Do you feel the same?

I hope, I wish, I pray.

I yearn to be with you,

Every single day


Megan Fliegel



Midnight at the diner


You,

The bearer of my burdens

Porter to my soul

Striving to lift me higher

Daring me to go


You,

Keeper of my secrets

Warden to my heart

Wrapping me in sunlight

When my world goes dark


You,

With branches to entwine

And trunk upon to rest

Who supports me when I wane

Helping me do my best


You,

Always present like a shadow

With kind and gentle word

Need only send a smile

In order to be heard


and without you,

where would I now be

You,

planted within

and now there is only

we


Michael J. Dillenbeck



I don’t always say it,

Because I know you know.

And you don’t always say it,

Because you trust that I trust.

Somewhere in the silence between us,

In that comfortable pause,

Love lingers.

Even at our hardest times it’s there,

Waiting for the storm to pass.

And I know it will, it always does.

We’ve never needed luck, but still,

I know we are the luckiest.


Chelsea Karrels



to be honest,

shit hits the fan

and on the real,

things happen

in all seriousness,

most people aren't

who you think they are

and will disappoint.

what it comes down to,

though

is that love

trumps

all of these things.


Richard Begley



For All My and Everyone's Imagined Selves


Ignore the shadow rising to meet you

Focus on the first person you meet

You'll know him by the cloud of fear

And hope and mystery that flows before him

By his coarse voice which

You will never imagine until it speaks to you

Respond to him, don't let him stand alone

But do not confuse the moment with

The memory of a hundred misspoken words

Or you will realize you've only just awoken

And this grizzled, intangible stranger

Will comment on your hair

And you will agree


Greg Hoffmann