The After Argument

All right, poets, time to kick back with an all-new poem. I know all of you have had an argument with a parent or a friend at least once in your lifetime and I guess it wasn't that pleasant. This poem ends with no reasonable compromise to the argument, but I eventually settled things with my dad after I wrote this. So, hope you enjoy it!

The After Argument

The big argument happened not long ago
It was me and my dad, exchanging words and that
I sat there feeling guilty, he feeling enraged
And told me everything I didn't want to know

Sitting in my bed, I looked back
And realized that I knew nothing wrong
So I sat and I sat for hours and hours
Wondering where we got to that

My dad no longer entered my room
I came to him with all my problems
He shot back, his points been made
And so I sat back, feeling not amazed

That was the day I'd never forget
The day arguments tore again
I was hoping I would see my father again
But too soon it was to see it then

Packing the Office

My dad retired from his job as a manager at an investment company at the end of June. He was pretty good at his job and knew how to make the most of people's money. So I'd thought it would be a fitting tribute to write a poem about it. This one is about him packing up his office to leave permanently. Hope you enjoy!

Packing the Office

The few things I packed that day
I will never forget


My dad left with some stuff from his office
Never to have them return
His pictures of me were gone, his books of delight
All gone to his own personal domain


Every single thing he brought
Never to return
All memories and figures
Came with him all together


We packed all day
Everything came with us
And that there's that final time
To say the one word, 'Bye'


He left without word and I turned off the light
There was no return anymore

Unwrap

Hello Poets. It has been a while and I hope everybody had a great rest of their summer. But now that we're all back in school and ready to set off another fun year, I thought I'd share a poem with you about Christmas.

The title is called "Unwrap." The inspiration obviously came from one Christmas when I finally got my hands on an all-new Playstation One console. Hope you enjoy the poem!

Unwrap

It sat under the Christmas tree one morning
I woke up from sleep and wiped my eyes
I couldn't believe what I saw
A very thoroughly wrapped gift

I waited for my parents to wake up
As they came out, they smiled
'Merry Christmas!' they said
I giggled, not knowing what else to do

They told me I could start unwrapping
At first I wanted to rip it apart.
Then I went against it and not ripped it
Instead I made every edge special

I did unwrap it slowly
Every ribbon and every piece of paper
It was all taken care of
So that every little inch can be special

Finally, the paper was unwrapped
The gift laid at my lap, also glistening and bright
I turned my head to the paper
And said, 'Thank you for a glorious sight.'

Seeing Twilight

"Seeing Twilight" is probably one of my better poems that I have written in the later part of my lifetime. No big inspiration came to create this poem, so I choose the light between light and shadow, aka Twilight. Enjoy the poem.

Seeing Twilight

I saw Twilight up ahead
Far away from me as can be
There ahead in the forest thicket
Is where I could see it again

It was almost at an end
And I wanted to see one last glimpse
So I hit and I tear in the leaves
To where it would be seen again

The heat was hot, the sounds of forest gave off
I still made my move, going far
And that's when it was, that little thing
That little gift of twilight

It passed below me, giving a final glimpse
I saw it peak something at me
I waved to it but did not call out
I knew I would see it by me again.

Elevation: Everest

Hi, guys. Sorry about the delay getting a new poem up for you guys to take a read at. It's been sort of a slow couple of months for both of my blogs, but this poem should crack the ice. This poem is called Elevation: Everest. I wrote this poem about watching a couple of documentaries about Mount Everest and after seeing the ever-so majestic mountain, a poem is what I wrote up. Hope you guys enjoy this Everest (ever-lasting) poem.

Elevation: Everest

It was too cold one day.
The day that made everything smooth.
Atop that mighty peak ahead
Lay the great Mount Everest.

I chose to ride a part of the mountain
To see a magnificent view
And below, I saw, what I couldn't be.
The valley that new beneath me.

The temples lay shrined as new as gold.
The peaks over the ridge as sharp as teeth.
The great lakes I saw ahead
Made me remember the ones back home.

I spent only one day up that Everest ridge.
Before I took my cables off
I hiked down to Earth again.
Ready to look back up and see Everest a shine.

Feet on Thin Ice

Hey, poets. I'm back with a new poem for you and this one is probably one of my favorites. I wrote this in the winter of 2008, when I was still learning how to ice skate so I could better understand ice hockey (which I blog about on my MLS and NHL insight blog) Anyway, enjoy this great poem.

Feet On Thin Ice

It is a cold and winter day and you step out.
That house that was once warm and full of merry.
Now surrounded by ice and snow that covers the ground.

I sit down at the edge of a lake nearby.
I look out across it, gazing at the incredibly thin ice.
For a moment, the ice stays there.
Then the feet start to move.

I stepped onto the thin ice, my feet feeling grim.
Every step, every inch, feeling like breaking ice again.
No cracks in the ground, no cold water to come in.
It was something I hadn't expect to begin.

The ice cracked then, pouring out in all angles.
I stopped for a moment, panicked and scared.
The ice sheets moved, taking me along with them.
There, I saw the cold water as still as can be.

I leap to the land and landed in the pool.
The shivers came to me, my teeth stone-cold.
They clattered and shook and scared my poor mouth.
That I couldn't dare to be thrown out.

I got out quick and ran back to the house.
To the warmth and the merry that I almost forgot.
I stepped inside quietly and completely shut the door.
Never to step out again onto the thin ice that got me.

Gush of Wind

"Gush of Wind" is my second poem on the hot summer day that Northern California had a couple days back. Although this poem seems a little mixed in terms of heat and wind, the wind is the main theme in this party. This is maybe not one of my best poems. Enjoy "Gush of Wind."

Gush of Wind

A long hot day in the sun
Kids ran into streets and behind corners
They laughed, talked, and played with others.
Like there was nothing else in the world.

I was too hot to play, the sweat breaking in.
Summer starts and I feel it all so well.
So that's when it came, the thing I want most.
That little gush of wind was my last hope.

It came with no time to spare.
And blew the hair out of my eyes.
It felt good and it felt fresh.
To finally see some coolness there.

The sun kept bright and the wind had just died.
And though I felt sad and I felt I want more.
There was just something I couldn't point to.
That one moment that wind will come again.

Thing of Heat

This poem I wrote just a few days ago. It was so hot that day that I decided to write two poems out of it. The second poem will be posted sometime in the next few days. Meanwhile, enjoy this first poem about heat.

Thing of Heat

I stumbled around, feeling my way
The heat overcame me

My face lit up with sweat and tears
I couldn't see where I was going

Things felt far and things felt near
My hand reached it and toppled something over

My face was almost thin, I was almost done
I ran to the bedroom, stumbling all around.

I reached my bedroom, the bed nearby
There I hit the bed, all ready to make its end

The heat was too much, and so it came
My eyes closed, no heat but blackness it became



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Done in the Senate

This poem actually has no true origin, but I based it off a place where ideas can't always be spread, such as in the Senate, where ideas are sometimes considered obsolete or not much of an impact. Anyway, enjoy this poem!

Done in the Senate

I sat in the Senate, surrounded by men of all ages and sizes
Some were old and some were new, but all knew what happens
The laws were broke, the laws were fixed.
I saw myself a victim of the inglorious fixation of life.

The last law was passed before I adjourned.
I thought about those men in front of me.
We are all not equal and we are all not different.
I thought I was trapped in the middle.

There was nothing to gain, nothing to prove.
Just sitting there wondering what to do.
And then I raised my hand, fingers inched high.
Saying, 'Senate, we are not equal.'

I told them I was done, to forgive me for what happened.
And left my seat to be sitted upon by someone who was not equal.
My time was at an end, one that I couldn't fix.
So I accepted the resignation and tore out through the front doors.

Free at last, free from that room.
The Senate was a mess, but I wasn't one anymore.
It was the last day I left and the last day I would ever see.
The world was upon me, ready to be fixed by me.

My Father, the Ghost

My Father, the Ghost is one of my poems that I've written in my freshmen year of high school. I got inspiration from this story from The Nightmare Before Christmas and as such created a poem that reflects the ideas of both family and paranormal activity. Hope you enjoy it!

My Father, the Ghost

I wandered the graveyard late at night
To visit my father who had passed away.
The night was chill, the air very brisk.
It made it seem like the night was set.

I made it to my father's gravestone.
And placed my knees in front of it.
I thought of thinking about God and life like that.
But my words from my mouth just went flat.

My father a good man, threatened by his own life
And sits under a stone, etched with his name.
The wind picks up and I feel some noise.
Something taps me, far from the behind.

I turned quick, my eyes set to shoot
And there it was, my father, right in front.
He waved and smiled and turned like a good fellow.
And then I knew he was my father, the ghost.

He waved once more and turned away.
The gravestone was there, all etched to stay.
I spoke with my father one time again.
And then I left, the ghost still fresh.



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Fish Out of Water

This poem is probably one of my earlier favorites. A long time ago, I was walking down a stream and I accidentally ran across a fish that was sitting on land, just blobbing up and down. I slipped it back into the water, but seeing the fish on land gave me an idea for a poem that I wrote and I'm sharing it with you now. Hope you enjoy it!

Fish Out of Water

A lively fish hopped off a stream, no water in tow.
It sat on land, flipping and flopping away.
There was no signs of human life, as far as his eye can see.
So its next best move was to move upstream.

It flipped and flopped, saw and seen, next to upstream.
The rushing water flew by, the other fish in tow.
It looked back once to see them go.
And then it continued its flow.

A human came by to cross the stream.
The fish yelled out, 'Take me!'
The human heard him and came by close.
'What are you doing?' it said to the friendly float.

'I'm fish out of water' it said.
The human laughed and took it by the hand.
'I'll let you back in,' he said.
The fish held the human strong and tight.
As he prepared for the moment of sight.

He let the fish go, on top of the stream.
It splashed to the ground in smithereens.
'Good-bye,' he said, waving back.
The human crossed the river and gave him a smile.

The human left and the fish was alone.
But all that mattered now, as he was now.
A fish in water, no longer its stranger.

Trapped in Darkness

Reid's Poetry welcomes the first of my many line of poems that I've created throughout the course of my life. I thought I'd start it off with a poem that has been seen on Facebook (if people look at my page) called Trapped in Darkness. I hope you like it.

Trapped in Darkness
The eyes open in a place that is totally unknown.
There is nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to glimpse at.
This place is basically an empty, cold dark room in nowhere.
No one is near and no one is far.
Everything falls into place and nothing is moved or replaced.

You watch yourselves get up from the ground.
Cold and desolate, your hand runs across it.
The gravel screeches around your hand, your senses feeling every prick.
You eyes do not adjust as they let the hand do the work.

I don't know where you are.
But while you look up and down, I worry.
I worry that you are never going to get home, to see the light of day.
You don't hear my breathing nor my sound.
You hear yourself stamp your feet on the ground.

Keep in mind that you are the only one there, the only one who can get out.
But find the exit before you lose it, or you will never come home at all.
I wish you luck, to hope you come home.
Cause in time, you will find that luck will be your fall.

Welcome to Reid's Poetry

Hey gang,

A few weeks ago, I published a blog entitled "Reid's Take on the World." It was supposed to be a blog for me to express my views on the world we live in today, whether it be from politics to science to sports and all that stuff.

But there's been a change of plans. Due to my love of English and my career to be in the writing industry mostly in Journalism, I have decided to rename and replace "Reid's Take on the World" with "Reid's Poetry". There will be "Reid's Short Stories" set up in the near future, but right now, I feel like you should all just kick back with one of the many poems I come up with everyday.

Just keep in mind, these poems are all about things in the world. For example, today was a monstrous heat day in the Bay Area, so I wrote two poems dedicating it to the heat. They are entitled "Thing of Heat" and "Gush of Wind." Those poems will be put up in the near future.

Anyway, that's all you need to know right now. Be sure to keep checking out my other blog, "Reid's NHL and MLS Insight." It used to be "Reid's Hockey Insight" until I decided to expand my knowledge into the MLS (Major League Soccer). I hope you enjoy my new site and keep checking back for more exciting news, notes, and poems that I've set up. If you guys want to see "Reid's Take on the World" or "Reid's Short Stories", I'll be back with those if popular demands wants to. My Facebook page (Reid Urban) might update from time to time to see if they want to see it. For many of you who like those "Reid Minute" episodes I had a few years ago, I'll be happy to do it again if you want me to. However, you will need to submit those ideas since I will not be doing those on my own. Anyway, enjoy the new "Reid's Poems" blog.

Note: There will be some pictures on my sight, linked to the poem. But there might not be any so stay sharp.

The Playstation Network is a Dangerous Place to Be

I only have a Playstation 2 and I have tons of games for it, ranging from Spyro The Dragon to Crash Bandicoot to Sonic and all that stuff. But today, I read an article on Playstation Network hacking from a GameLife writer Jason Schreier.

Apparently, an "unauthorized person" hacked into the network and stole all the credit card numbers, addresses, and passwords. Although it wasn't confirmed, Sony could not rule out that possibility, so people who are on the Playstation Network could possibly be at risk. The network has been down since last Wednesday, hoping that they can track and find the person before it's too late.
Hackers, hackers, hackers. Always trying to find some way to gain control of the system. Well, in this case, it's very bad for people who are using the Playstation 3, Playstation Portable, and the Playstation Network. With all this kind of information, the unauthorized person can very easily hack into the system and download tons of information just by using other people's credit cards.



I hope that the person is found and arrested because hacking is a very serious crime. In some cases, it can cost people their identity and in other cases, they can become a target. Let's hope this hacker is caught, because if I was playing the Playstation 3 (which I don't), I would want this guy found sooner rather than later.

Katie Couric Stepping Down at CBS

It was finally the end after a five year trip with the CBS Evening News. Katie Couric, the former anchor of NBC's "Today Show", announced today that she is stepping down from her position as anchor of the CBS Evening News. There are reports that she might be ending up in another show, but so far, none has been confirmed to our knowledge.

I never really enjoyed watching Katie Couric, but then again, her anchorship skills are something to be amazed at. Her straightforward news and answers sometimes just gives the entire show away. I've heard her several times while listening to KNX 1070 news radio in Los Angeles and she is really good.

I hope that Katie Couric finds another job because she is actually pretty good on television and she has a high rating as a news anchor. Then again, she could be an actor on a television show or in some other area of expertise.

YouTube Expanding Movies

Is it just enough that YouTube is already having people upload videos of general things to the Internet? Or is there something more to what's happening?

Well, guess what, YouTube is expanding beyond Users uploading videos to the Internet. It is going towards the idea of downloading movies right off the YouTube site itself. What do I think?

The YouTube site is enough with all of uploading videos and such, but I would have some problem with downloading movies right off the YouTube site, instead of downloading it off of places like NetFlix and iTunes.

For most of my movies, I would download it right off of iTunes, instead of going to some other site and downloading it off right of there. It's just in my nature. But my other question is: Why would YouTube and Google try to download movies when iTunes already does it?

The answer is: competition. YouTube and Google are one and they want to create competition with people like Apple and NetFlix so that they can offer the lowest prices to people that they can. Competition also provides for employees who want to hire them so that the other companies can not. YouTube wants competition and they believe that having Users uploading videos is not enough.

I don't know if this is a good idea, but if YouTube wants people to start buying and downloading movies from their site, then it is all fine. It's all about competition and being like other sites, like iTunes. That's what this is all about.

Welcome to Take on the World

Hello, everyone, and welcome to my newest blog in my entire collection. The half-success of my other blog, Reid's Hockey Insight, has made me decided to start something new, called Reid's Take on the World.
Unlike Reid's Hockey Insight, which is just limited to the world of hockey, Reid's Take on the World, covers all areas of the world, from politics to sports (not all hockey) to school to much, much more.
For all those who want to join along in my take on the world, the comment section is all below my posts. Follow along if you have a certain topic you wish to follow or if you want to see what I think about this stuff. If anybody has any concerns or criticism, please let me know so that I can take care of it immediately.
Thanks and I hope you enjoy the newest blog on the line, Reid's Take on the World.