Friday, December 19, 2014

this is just to say

This is just to say by: Tanner

I have been concealing different objects
 in order that you are unavailable to play
the play station while I’m gone even though
I directly told you to stay out of my room

I know that you are sooo dearly depressed
When I’m gone that you can just disobey me
But next time you wont be sad,
you will be crying because I’ll brake the
Disk while enjoying every second of it

Forgive me please, if not you won’t
Have to worry about the play station
For a while. Love you lots lil bro

                                                                                    Inspired by William Carlos Williams

I am poem

Most of my friends know I am
One of the top shooters they know
Shooting has always been my passion
And always will be

I am sports
 Sports year round I do
To stay in shape for my
Favorite sport, wrestling
Wrestling, no excuses no one
To blame just you, shake hands,
WHEET!
 as the whistle sounds

yearly opening morning
why cant it be a holiday?
Deer season is here
the clueless beast as he has
been punchered right on target

I am a caller at heart
Knowing the pitches and meanings of
Each call I have, and use when mastered
I call coyotes, deer, ducks, and turkeys




I am a hard worker
If its putting up grain bins in the
Summer with north central automation
Or just helping friends and family
I am always there to help



Symbol Poem

Green

Green, summer time fun
Warm, sun light feelin
Swimming, just chillin
July night campin
Farm pond fishin

compition shootin
mt. dew sippin
hard workin
back yard mowin
4th of july meetin

hamburger grillin
family meetin
summer time action


favorite place to be

                                                Opening morning of deer season

The opening morning of deer season
is a holiday in my perception.
Wearing bright orange clear as day
that can be notified from a mile away.
No better place to be
with God’s creations all around me.
Passing off decent shooters
Waiting for the thirty pointers
Day after day, no way I say
Has the monster been left lay?
Every hunters dream
is going to be
hanging on MY wall, I deem!
One of these days I will get my chance
To have my exciting victory dance.
The master buck will be eliminated

And my pride will be elevated.

First Last Poem by Tanner

It was late
Dark is all I remember
Till I light the night
With the dew.
One sip after another
I felt electricity pass through
My body, then no more
Was left in the vacant
Can of my love I couldn’t resist
At the time a all nighter wouldn’t
Be possible with out my dew
My friends stupid dare
Who passes out first
Is a loser, last one winner
Simple, no rules
Mt. dew was the
Only way to make it
Till morning
Morning came
2 boxes lay left empty
as I feel weary
bed calling my name
good night
zzzzzzz…



I  needed a sip of milk
 to help Me sleep
It was late mid night
As I open the refrigerator
I grabed the carton
As I don’t even
Take the effort to
Grab a glass
I chug out of the half
Empty carton
Sour milk ugh
Splsss as it hits the vacant
Sink, I didn’t even
Make it upstairs
I was so up set
I droped dead
In the effort of going
Up stairs
As I snore on the stairs
The next morning I
Didn’t remember any thing
My neck was so sore though
Felt like I sleept on a thousand
River rocks on the beach
2 aspirins later I make the
effort to event move my neck
forget it, at this point I forgot
about the milk as I was poring
me a bowl of cereal
blaaa, nasty
it seemed that I have tasted that
recently I thought

gross!

First Last Poem by Tanner

It was late
Dark is all I remember
Till I light the night
With the dew.
One sip after another
I felt electricity pass through
My body, then no more
Was left in the vacant
Can of my love I couldn’t resist
At the time a all nighter wouldn’t
Be possible with out my dew
My friends stupid dare
Who passes out first
Is a loser, last one winner
Simple, no rules
Mt. dew was the
Only way to make it
Till morning
Morning came
2 boxes lay left empty
as I feel weary
bed calling my name
good night
zzzzzzz…



I  needed a sip of milk
 to help Me sleep
It was late mid night
As I open the refrigerator
I grabed the carton
As I don’t even
Take the effort to
Grab a glass
I chug out of the half
Empty carton
Sour milk ugh
Splsss as it hits the vacant
Sink, I didn’t even
Make it upstairs
I was so up set
I droped dead
In the effort of going
Up stairs
As I snore on the stairs
The next morning I
Didn’t remember any thing
My neck was so sore though
Felt like I sleept on a thousand
River rocks on the beach
2 aspirins later I make the
effort to event move my neck
forget it, at this point I forgot
about the milk as I was poring
me a bowl of cereal
blaaa, nasty
it seemed that I have tasted that
recently I thought

gross!

First Last Poem by Tanner

It was late
Dark is all I remember
Till I light the night
With the dew.
One sip after another
I felt electricity pass through
My body, then no more
Was left in the vacant
Can of my love I couldn’t resist
At the time a all nighter wouldn’t
Be possible with out my dew
My friends stupid dare
Who passes out first
Is a loser, last one winner
Simple, no rules
Mt. dew was the
Only way to make it
Till morning
Morning came
2 boxes lay left empty
as I feel weary
bed calling my name
good night
zzzzzzz…



I  needed a sip of milk
 to help Me sleep
It was late mid night
As I open the refrigerator
I grabed the carton
As I don’t even
Take the effort to
Grab a glass
I chug out of the half
Empty carton
Sour milk ugh
Splsss as it hits the vacant
Sink, I didn’t even
Make it upstairs
I was so up set
I droped dead
In the effort of going
Up stairs
As I snore on the stairs
The next morning I
Didn’t remember any thing
My neck was so sore though
Felt like I sleept on a thousand
River rocks on the beach
2 aspirins later I make the
effort to event move my neck
forget it, at this point I forgot
about the milk as I was poring
me a bowl of cereal
blaaa, nasty
it seemed that I have tasted that
recently I thought

gross!