Anger
(c) Michaela Rose Liebler age 16,
published and recorded Summer of 2006
I just heard a ringing in my ear.
That is wrong, my brain screams.
My body starts to tremble, it travels to my soul.
It's journey does not stop there, it continues on.
Next stop, my spirit, the center of my being.
I am completely trembling inside and out,
My fists clench, I struggle for breath.
I try to calm down or contain it.
It's grown too strong. I can not break away.
Words come forth, I speak my mind upon the matter.
I sit back down; the aftermath is still there.
My blood still boils, my being trembles;
My hands still are clasped.
The last effect to go is the way it affected my mind.
Wind blowing In The Trees
(c) Michaela Rose Liebler, age 4
unpublished, 1994
Grass on the ground
Wind blowing my hair,
When the dog barks
and Daddy comes in,
I say, "Daddy, you're here!"
The sparkling snow
Covers the ground
Over the grass
Growing in the garden,
It is winter.
This is by her father shortly before his death.
The Newscaster
(c) Michael Robert Liebler
unpublished 1989
The chair is soft.
The room is still.
The very air is electric.
It's almost time.
The cue comes,
He flips the mike,
Words flow forth
Like a fountain.
Buildings burn,
Cars crash,
Politicians make their promises.
He sends out his soul.
He's feeling the moment is done.
He reads the weather
And that's the news,
He sits on his shelf
And awaits
His next performance.
