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A small collection of poems written by Brenden Stakem, inspired by Heartbeat.
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Welcome to Bits and Pieces, poems of my life. These poems explain what happens in a daily life with it’s ups and downs, and shows how exiting something as simple as building a small teepee can be. From snowboarding to grandparents, from thoughts to trains, I bring you: Bits and Pieces!
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Table of Contents: Snowboarding . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Page 3 Bare Hands . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Page 4 Perspective . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Page 5 Flip, Flip, Flip . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Page 6 Cody . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Page 7 Life . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Page 8 Words & Trains . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Page 9 Bored . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Page 10 Pappy . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Page 11 Grammy . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Page 12 Alien Baby . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Page 13
Snowboarding
Skid-Skid, Skid-Skid. Board running over ice
As I speed, speed, speed
Down the slope and like the wind. Swerving past other riders. Racing over the hard ice. Speeding down
Skid-Skid, Skid-Skid
Here and there
There and here
Suddenly digging into the snow. Skid-Skid, Skid-Skid
I suddenly fly, fly, fly
Into the air Thump-thump, crash-crash
I get back up
At least for now…
3
Bare Hands
We always build together. My friend and I Because we like the feel Of accomplishment Of projects. Rugged sticks, Sharp needles, Crunchy leaves, Smooth rocks. Even when it’s snowing, We build from the soft snow. Our bare hands Bitten from the frost. Even when it’s hot (which is hardly ever) We build civilizations. Our hands moving, Our hands swishing, 0 Through the air. Others don’t see what we do. Build teepees, In any weather. But we do. And we feel great. 4
Perspective
Poems, Poems, Poems One hundred little poems The first one was kind of sloppy. In which worried me. One day when I was out on the trampoline, I got inspired. And I thought Of an awesome adventure
That I could write down. And it would start With the end. And I thought how long it would take. I could make it short. I could make it long. I could make it fiction. This was the beginning of work.
5
Flip, Flip, Flip
Aidan was in the living room
Looking through photo albums In the light. With my mom. I see me when I was younger Sitting in our old house
Laughing. I see Aidan with a mess of a room
With a smile. It is easy to see
Us like this now. And I have a photo album To prove it.
6
Cody
Sometimes when I am outside
A boy appears Like he always does From the hill he emerges. Running
Yelling my name
Far away. Hey Brenden! He says. And I reply
And we run
Quick
And
Fast And
Against the wind. And we talk
Until we reach his house
And the trampoline
Where we jump.
7
It is hard to believe
That life has an end. Although it lasts forever. Because you never see anything
And never feel anything
And that’s fine. Sometimes I dream
That I can do anything
Away from reality
But sometimes One time I dreamed of horror A scary one
Frightening
But life
Coaxed me
And I felt better And when I woke up, Everything is alright.
Life
8
Words & Trains Now my poems are better Because I'm using new words To help it be better Because they weren’t So good at first Like I said. I am getting the hang of words. A barrel of words I think. Awesome! Quick! Electroencephalograph! I love to use it. But it stops my mind
And I stop my train of thought But I keep on going
And soar through the words Fast. But I go back to
That train of thought SKREECH!!!! 9
Bored
I am bored
In my house
And so I try to think
And I try to memorize
And lock it in a safe
Somewhere in my brain
And I slide back into boredom
Trying to find a way out And hope that safe
Doesn’t have a lock.
10
My Brother and I stare at Pappy Standing on top the diving board We close our eyes, dive into the water Slowly moving, as we go back up. 3…2…1… I say As my brother braces for impact. I feel as if I am flying As bubbles surround me. While I come up. Breathe, breathe, breathe Pappy comes out of the water Soaking wet As we smile And I see trouble on the diving board As Aidan jumps into the air Splashing us with water. He swims back up, Hair soaking, As we all laugh.
Pappy
11
Grammy She and I sit on the couch The blue, soft couch. As we wait our turn For wii bowling. I step up, pride filling me up. As I roll my ball. STRIKE! I give Grammy a High-five, As she steps up to the screen. CRASH! We both switch back and forth As we make our way through The ten frames. We are tied Neck in neck As I hold My final ball. I swing the remote through the air. STRIKE!
I sit back down, as Grammy uses her last ball. CRASH! A turkey. She has won yet again.
12
I do not know how I, once a baby became me.
I do not remember anything, but I have stories told to me.
But still, I don’t know how I grew up to be a filmmaker,
musician, and just plain out,
me. Beginning from end.
My friends, family, neighbors, everyone I know, all grew up this
way, but all came out different.
There are tapes, recordings, stories, but it is still unclear how
we became us.
Alien Baby
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