The Girl Called "Hannah"

She strikes a pose,

and points her painted toes,

the music stops and starts,
She's got it down to an art,

a song that she never sung,
 but has known all along,

the one in her perfect heart,

It doesn't seem to part,

from her lips moving in the same way,

as the pop artist who sings on TV for pay,

this girl I write of is the real Hannah,
but her last name isn't Montana,

or Cyrus at all,

she's the one who will never fall,

the one who inspires me so,

is the one in the show.

Sara the Strong

As Sara looks at the rainy day,

She smiles like a worker who just gets her pay,

as she's riding in the car,

she thinks about the kids who are popular,

They seem so sure of themselves,

Like the proudest book on the highest of shelves,

But they're really not,

while they're planning thier plot,

on the kids who are too nervous to speak,

So she stands up and go's to the kid she seeks,

"Your not the boss of them",

All the kids see her like a gem,

" Stop it right now!"

the kid says "WOW!",

She's so strong and bold,

 the leather binder slips from this boy's hold,

he does a double take,

and sticks out a hand to shake,

his eyes are different now,

as he wonders how,

his actions were so wrong,

that he challenges every kid to ping-pong,

No matter how different you are,

don't doubt that your also a star,

and you can go very, very far.

Film

I roll the film so very fast,

Time is moving at last,

I rewind the pictures at a slow-moving pace,

my memories I can't erase,

as the pictures spread through out my brain,

one of me in the rain,

drops dripping down my face,

I soak the image of your embrace,

I remember that day I said I do,

to the time I first met you.

Golden Harp

I feel so brand new,

like a foal in plain view,

The grass is dotted with a kind of pink flower,

and in the distance a lighthouse tower,

The scene so sharp,

I unfold my wooden harp,

the wood is made of gold,

all my troubles unfold,

as I touch the wood I feel at ease,

that a voice says:"play for me please",

I play a melody sweet and rich,

forming walls so thick,

no noise comes through,

just my feelings that are true,

I look to the sky,

and I see God up on high,

he smiles and claps,

as his love unwraps,

around me so tight,

like I could take flight.

Photograph

I see a smiling face,

one I can't erase,

caught in time,

is it mine,

she's smiling very wide,

should I hide,

the emotion is buried deep,

like I'm asleep,

what is that I feel,

is it real?

New Year

What shall this new year bring,

a promise or a ring,

what will this new year take,

a friendship or a love for goodness sake,

will we be happy with the turn of events,

that no one can prevent,

people always grow,

more than we think or know,

life is moving forward fast,

and all of us have a task,

though we know not now,

when we will take the final bow,
hear me out one final time,
you are surely meant to shine.