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SOLSTICE by Antonia Lynsey Williams

7/27/2006

Summer slumbers half the years
Only when winter's urge to go
Light comes from her sister's call
She lies across her mother's plains
The solstice's locks that cascade in torrent
Into the sea, light for you and I
Captivating all from the cat to the cleric
Even plants whisper 'Solstice is here'.

MY VALENTINE by Antonia Lynsey Williams

7/27/2006

I just wanted to tell you something.
You are not my valentine.

I don't love you.
You're a fling to me.
A fling,
until this love party is over.

You're attracted to me, yes!
Obsessed by my clothes and perfect body,
envious of my persistance and nature
I am not attracted to you.
You don't have
what I have.

Once this is over, I'm single again.
"He's just there", "He's availible", "He's free" for someone else's love.
A girl can only have me once, you know.
Your impression to me was like a stain.

If a girl loves me yet leaves me alone,
She is the one Valentine.
If a girl is sleepy to the obvious
awakes to nought but my love,
she is the one Valentine.
If a girl who is shy yet pleasant
talks to me as friend and family,
she is the one Valentine.

You,
you just hang around me.
For lust, for entertainment, for popularity.
But when we're done, get away from me.
Become like the hermit, stay where you think
you come from.

TURNING FOURTEEN by Antonia Lynsey Williams

7/22/2006

I was born fourteen years as of tomorrow.
As a small toddler, I drowned in my sorrow.

Then began primary school, which I started so young.
I discover a talent, but for now is unsprung.

Two sisters of ten years, of honour and brilliance;
Aimed for their highest regardless of grievance.

Six years have then passed, and big school ascends.
I get in the best one, but lose all my friends

It's three years til now, and dark days are brewing;
Homework, exams, my schoolmates keep spewing.

I miss my young days, so pure and outgoing.
Now I mingle with adults, whose freedom is stowing.

I will be turning fourteen as of tomorrow.
Yet school still approaches, my head's in the pillow.

RECIPE OF THE HOLOCAUST by Antonia Lynsey Williams

7/16/2006

Here is my death recipe,
made specially for the Holocaust.
The horror of Anti-Semitism
That struck Jews during the Second War.

First there is that shock of Fate
that plunged deep in their predujiced hearts.
Next add in their swelling of fear,
as you wonder where they're taken far.

Drag them to concentration camps,
then butterflies will start to show
Spread around the rumors of others.
Where have they gone? We're not to know.

Garnish with unceasing sadness
that forever is clouded in your mind.
Those beloved friends, and your family.
In the end, you will be left behind.

Stand up to the horrors for a few more years.
Be prepared for gruesome pains,
because just as you're about to breathe your last
you'll suddenly see some light again.

Perhaps it's too frightening to think about this.
"It's hopeless to try!" you yell at me.
Just don't be afraid to cry and mourn.
For remembrance is the final part of the recipe.