United, Divided


Look for the vast diversity

on the faces of the university

A globally represented community

consisting of 25,000 and me

 

Unite through Husker fandom,

sing “Hail Varsity” in tandem,

making waves without an ocean;

one drop sent into motion

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Can it Be True?


It is true! I actually am posting a poem today!

Here it is. I wrote a while back, it’s called “Questions”.

 

Does a weeping willow know only feelings of sorrow?

With its branches ever drooping,

swaying sadly in the breeze?

Is a heart trained to know only love?

When it feels pain,

does it shrivel?

Does the alley cat wish for love and abode?

To, for once, be cherished by someone dear?

Does a head of cattle know it’s horrifying fate?

That it will soon become dinner?

The answers lie deep.

Some questions remain questions.

Do unanswered questions feel neglected?

Hurt in a personified way?

Omniscience, the only way to know for sure.

Though none have such knowledge.

–Lindsey LaBrie (LinLaB7)

Mario Poem!


As promised, I am writing a poem about the Mario games! (On Super Nintendo) 

 

Mario 3, World 3-2

Mario, oh Mario,

why must you die?

I’ve been playing this level for hours,

can you not see that I try?

 

No longer can I suffer,

or I will die myself

if you cannot get through this,

I’ll put you back on the shelf.

 

I realize it’s mostly my fault,

Since I have the control,

but if I were you, my tiny red man

I’d be on a roll.

 

Dashing through the levels,

passing all the goombas too,

the coopas, the ghosts

and bowser, especially you.

 

Finally I’ve passed this level 

with one single life to spare

but what do you know, Mario,

you’ve died and I’ve  pulled out my hair.

 

I’m turning you off,

and going to bed,

so deal with it Mario,

to spare the hair on my head.

 

–Lindsey LaBrie

A Poem, Finally!


Ok, I’ve been neglecting my blog, so I decided to post a poem today to make it up to you guys.

Here you go

 

Flying

Flying. I am soaring.

High above the Earth

Only me exploring,

A bird I’ve been since birth.

 

Watching the landscape below,

and all its glorious features,

I am very pleased to know

That I’m one of its living creatures.

 

With wings white as lightning

and bones hollow as a cave,

My altitude isn’t frightening,

for I am mighty brave.

 

Wind cannot deter me

from flying high above,

The sky is where I’m meant to be,

It is a place I love.

 

–Lindsey LaBrie