Updated January 22/2006

Here is some of my poetry for you to read. I hope you like it.

Danger! Beware!

As the poets dreamed

And criminals schemed,

The skies turned gray.

All the hookers strolled

While the thunder rolled,

Waiting for day.

Sweet cinnamon smells,

Mixed with peals of bells,

Made senses perk.

As the gleam of dawn

Off the gray clouds shone,

We left for work.

The streetcars rumbled

While jugglers tumbled

Inside the square.

In the crowded streets,

The sound of drumbeats

Stripped us quite bare.

The dawn's fiery gleam

Shone down in a stream

Of gray and rose.

All the people stared

As the river flared

With sparkling glows.

At a street named Wise,

The light turned the skies

From gray to blue.

O'er a cracked sidewalk

On a forlorn block,

The robins flew.

A new gleam of fire

Shone over the spire

Of the wee church.

The sound of the tanks

Echoed off the banks,

Caused us to lurch.

As buildings shattered,

People were battered

By walls of sound.

The final shot rang,

Nary a bird sang;

None could be found.

The tanks rolled away

And the light of day

Shone down on the dead.

As the corpses brewed

And silence ensued,

The ravens fed.

Tiffani Pontchartrain

© July 14, 2004

Quiet

A man was walking down a lonely street

On a cold and blustery day,

When, suddenly, a stranger he did meet

As he was walking on his way.

Each stopped to look upon the other's face,

As they had seen no others there

In that lonesome and forsaken place,

Out on the far edge of nowhere.

The first man had a face quite like a hawk,

With a nose that looked like a beak;

The second's face was like a cement block:

Hard, cruel and extremely bleak.

Yet neither man could be called mean or rude

As each examined the other man

To see if he was quiet, bold or crude,

And where he fit into life's plan.

They stood there for what seemed a lengthy time

And, without a word, then parted;

Each went on his way, certain and sublime

And curiously lighthearted.

As each man left, in diff'rent directions,

The sun, at last, did deign to shine

And the shadows, in swift-changing sections,

Did make the day seem mighty fine.

Tiffani Pontchartrain

© March 31, 2005

Lady Fair

As I was walking down a street one day

In weather that was far from fair,

I saw a lady a-coming my way

With long and shining golden hair.

She looked so forlorn in the dripping rain;

I rushed o'er with my umbrella.

I must have seemed to her to be insane,

Yet her smile said, "Charming fella".

As side by side we walked on that dour morn,

Leaning close 'neath the leaden sky,

I felt as if I were but newly born

And could not find the reason why

Till I looked on her sweet, smiling face

And saw a light within her eyes

That said I had just saved her from disgrace,

In my pleasant and kindly guise.

So on we walked through the drizzle and mist,

Until we reached a restaurant;

Then, beneath its awning, we sweetly kissed

And continued upon our jaunt.

Mile after mile we walked, serene beneath

That umbrella so broad and wide,

Until we reached a dismal, hidden heath

Where, for a while, we did abide

Until the sun appeared up in the sky

And turned the heath into a park,

Whereupon I brought forth a gentle sigh

As I watched the flight of a lark

Bent upon its way to its happy nest,

Its children and its loving mate.

I realized I had been richly blessed

As the dark clouds did dissipate.

We turned our eyes upon the lovely land

That filled our hearts with sweet relief

And went upon our way, hand within hand,

And satisfied ev'ry belief.

Within our hearts, the sound of ringing bells

Did us so merrily entwine

And sheltered us within such lovely dells

That, like a rose so sweet and fine,

We bloomed beneath the brightly setting sun,

Awaited the new-dawning day,

When our life together would be begun

With vows of love we each would say.

And, to this day, we are forever bound,

Just like a white rose and a red,

By the love that we had so sweetly found

And followed wherever it led.

Tiffani Pontchartrain

© March 31, 2005

In The Park

The brightly gleaming morning dew

Shines full upon the roses

In the park. 'Neath a tow'ring yew,

A young man strikes his poses;

Under a sky so high and blue,

The beauty it discloses,

So fresh for all the world to see,

Aches within every heart.

Men and women seek to be free,

To find a new, better start

Within their lives. Yet me and thee

Will, with happiness, impart

The love of life to ev'ry one

As they go upon their way.

Beneath the sweetly shining sun

Of this lovely springtime day,

There comes a sense of joy and fun

That, in them all, does portray

The image of a world at peace

With itself and all without.

As the world turns, never to cease,

Whether they be slim or stout,

Each person seeks that sweet release

From the shadows brought by doubt.

Tiffani Pontchartrain

© April 11, 2005

The Mole, The Rabbit And the Shrew

The mole, the rabbit and the shrew

Did live under a field, where grew

A brand of wheat, quite strong and true,

Meant expressly for me and you.

The rabbit, the shrew and the mole

Did live in a large, comfy hole

Beneath the very mighty bole

Of the great oak upon the knoll.

The shrew, the mole and the rabbit

Did have one good, lifelong habit:

When they saw food, they would grab it,

Hide it in the home of Rabbit.

The mole, the rabbit and the shrew

Went out one day, when spring winds blew.

A wanderlust came slinking through,

And where they went, none ever knew.

Tiffani Pontchartrain

© April 11, 2005

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