Who I Am

Some friends on a Harry Potter forum last year asked me to create a poem to celebrate the birthday of Alan Rickman (the actor who plays Severus Snape). Here is the poem I ended up producing. I dreamt I went mushroom hunting I passed through the looking glass Fell down the rabbit hole And began to hear whispers there about the snark I wanted to find one, While hunting, I stumbled upon an outdoor party With a cake light and frothy Many unusual creatures having grand fun The world below is strange Colors vibrate; thoughts become real I met a hatter--mad, deranged He stole my heart; he made me feel He invited me to a private tea Even though I'm from the U.S. Asked me to watch his billowing vestments Left out in the breeze He sat down and read to me In a voice that stroked my head Words taking flesh Unadulterated glee I wished I could stay But he quickly whisked away As he was late for a very important date Suddenly, I was awake All that's left now are memories Silver images on the

I'm a Harry Potter fan and this is a poem that I had a great deal of fun doing. It's far more light-hearted than just about any other poem I've ever written. Again, this one was written awhile ago like all I've posted today and many others on here. I'm going to add dates to all of these once I get off my lazy bum to look them up from my forum for the post dates. I wish I could snore like Dumbledore In his study at night He's sleeping soundly Muttering loudly About socks I wish I could see like Trelawney She's up in the heavens above Looks more like a bug than a dove Peering into her crystal ball Predicting danger for us all I wish I could fly like Harry Spinning around on a broom Whoosh, zing, zoom Halfway up to the moon Even if some wizards think he's a loon I am glad I'm not like Voldemort He's too tall; I'm short I wouldn't want to be feared Everyone calling me other names Running quickly away I wish I could meet Severus Snape I reall

We are each of us born with a purity of spirit No baggage to weigh down our claim Bright eyes to a golden flame The world open wide: Nothing to fear in it When does our innocence wane? The first day we hear our parents yell at each other The first cruel words said from a lover In our school days, when a bully calls us a name Our soul slowly rips and hides for cover The negative forces gather in droves Filling our heart with lost hopes Telling us we'll never be a good father or mother Despair becomes a slippery slope Falling further and further from our beginning Dark clouds, loneliness winning Finally, our depression makes us no better than Merope We can no longer stop our sinning We give our soul away forever Believe we deserve no better Our life out of control, spinning Once we recognize these cruel fetters Dampened eyes cleared from numerous tears Our thoughts wiped clean from our fears We can redeem our past from all debtors Slowly, we can rise to face our peers Repair our batt