Joyce N.Santos Portland, Oregon

Joyce is new to the poetry scene. Undiscovered talent wells up into the form of a beautiful poem for her. "It's like having a new set of eyes, to see things different to use words instead of seeing". "I think young people today would be a lot more interested in poetry if they could read modern poetry first, not have to run to a dictionary to understand words or a Ph.D to understand complicated meanings." "Poetry is very personal for each person's taste." I would like to publish my first book.

Kitten With a Mirror There is a Cat in the Glass and its looking right at me. I hiss at it and try to look behind but its just never there. I stand high up to match his paws. That cat must surely see how very important that finding him can be. He sort of looks familiar and always seems to change. That kitten in the mirror is such a pest to me.

Spider Web Oh! what a lovely sight to see, On a dew kissed morn A Lacey delicate web of string, With the designs of octagons. Covered with drops of rain, A tiny eight legged spider, Quick as a whistle running up, to check to see if any bugs were caught And to see if her trap up there, Has been broken or damaged where, She climbs back down to wait again, Patience and talent so fine.

Hobgoblins They lurk in the trees and bushes at night On Summers Eves nights, During the full moons eight, Ghostly white faces with horns and grins And they take their fun out on you. [mocking] Playing a trick they may cast a spell Making believe your in love with another [guys gal] Their mean little snitches, That wear dirty patched britches, And make me want to beat them down. Every full moon some fool comes along Making the same mistake as before Those hobgoblins swoon with laughter To find another straight victim again Those pranks get older and we get wiser Because we find ourselves forewarned

All poems Copyright © 1996 Joyce N.Santos. All rights reserved.