Mark B

Just the proper cropping, who is this guy?
Then I laugh at Photoshopping.
And don't bother with the why.
Mr. Mark Boren,
we'll soon surely meet,
I haven't any clue when,
but we'll warmly gladly greet...
and greatness will begin.

Granted, it has started.
And going.
After we've parted.
It'll keep growing.

That Jen lady seems pretty cool
she's in your pictures, which rule.

Keep fun and stay fly,
walk the talk, Mr. Incredible guy.

Bonnie

Care to arm wrestle?
You should probably think twice.
A misogynist piggy challenged
and was caught like like a vice.

Have you heard of them?
Mac and cheeseburgers, of course.
They're heaven, they're everything, they're God!
I want them for every meal, and every course!

Some might think she's affectionate
and they're right, joyful snugs :).
She'll let you know for a smiling while.
As she wraps you in those hugs.

You may be fortunate enough
to know a great chef too
and just like with Kevin,
with her food, I'd eat 'til death too!

Bree G

Let's see,
Let's see:
the mystery.
The mystery to me,
that is ms. Bree.

Ringing singing,
voices caught.
Breezily bringing,
serenade sought.

Emotion emotive,
translation explosive,
words and feelings
emit from your lips,
your body expresses
with dancing hips.
Waves.
Gyrations.
Rocking vibrations.

You were wondering,
who is she?
Ha! You don't know?
That's Bree.

Zoe

How should one make a first impression? Scooting? Biking? And at your pace? You'll remember my name without correction! When I splash some water in my face! Why don't you show a creepy movie? With razor blades, eyeballs, and murder? How is it that you seem so groovy? Within so much darkness and lurking fervor? Then again, you're a softy, a plushy hug. I've seen you jump around and cry... from a flying buzzing big 'ol bug. Swung my racket, then it died. Let's keep on grillin, swing through killins. I got this feelin... We're the villains.

Gris B

Watch out, tread with utmost care...
You never quite know what you're facing
when you're dealing with a bear.

This she-beast is great, awesome, and dour
her core is carnal, carnivorous, crunching power.

The true story of Goldilocks was just right,
that is,
she was a magnificent morsel
for GrisB's appetite.

Chomp Chomp. Stomp Stomp.

When she's not tearing flesh, or
a human thresher, she's singing.
Fozzy Bear better beware of
the majesty she's bringing.

So, hope to hear her.
Her music will make you cry.
Yet, you should also fear her.
So, don't blink and don't die.

Anya B

If kindness were a lemon drop,

somehow you're not sour.

I'm so glad to see you smile,

no matter when the hour.

Maybe I'll see you by Caseus,

and you're there with a giant tray.

Then you'll squeeze the cheese in my car.

"To city hall, Andrew!" Okay!

Then we'll have coffee at the Lab,

in Happiness we'll talk therapy.

And I'll be so glad to hear your words,

you've always been so kind to me.

Or I'll just be be biking by,

and yet again you'll fill my wishes.

Because when I see you standing there.

You'll catch and blow me kisses!

Travis and Thema

"If you help me find a place to live,

I'll totally write a poem about you."

They offered THEIR apartment to give.

How much kindness flows from these two?

What more could I tell ya?

Steps they break, paths they pave?

This is Travis Carbonella,

and of course Thema Graves.

Some might call it joyous prancing.

Which is definitely a part of it.

That's actually ecstatic dancing.

In a group of shufflers, they started it.

Perhaps you know she's a healer?

What hand positions would make me?

Unlock your chakra, ki, and feel her.

Explorative energy, channeled reki.

Then of course there's live performance.

Feel free to sing, play, wail, and flail.

A zone without judgement, an ordinance.

From these hosts we have permission to fail.

Chris M

The stories you've told...
involve the crazy, weird, and the dumb.
With a heart of gold,
full of love, laughter, even platinum.

How can we gaze at
your bright blue eyes?
(They're blue, right?)
Without being dazed
beholding that sight?

Of all the hunks to bless New Haven,
it's C-master Monks heroically savin'.
All these damsels in distress,
moped kidnaps seen the best.
Stolckholm syndrome?
More like, "Take me home!"

You're attraction is almost frightening,
Good luck Shaina, you're holding lightening.

Elias D

"Do you like Scotch?"
Wait, are you joking?
"Nope, got some matches?"
Then there's a cigar I'm smoking.

How would you rate your luck?
With a friend so SO bad ass?
I'm just happy to be here.
And surrounded by class.

Was that banana a good idea?
"Nope" you said with no disgust.
Well, I made a mistake.
Your negative opinion, I can trust.

You're responsible for my image.
And instruct me how, and what to wear.
Elias Andreas DiMichele,
Will you come to Scotland to cut my hair?

Zach S

Raw simple sentience.
Didactic dissidence.
Mathematical prescience.
Trained indifference.

"Hey, play some poker?"
Then you grabbed more money
in the middle of the hand!
But hey, it was funny.

"Oh, you like Frisbee too?"
And then we started it,
tossing the game disk,
and after school ultimate.

"Want to play Halo?"
NO. But how about Smash?
A trip to Sierra Grill,
and a Paul Nelson bash!

You know, you're pretty cool.
Seeing you do what you can,
it gratifies me to see:
an EMT, athlete, and scholarly musician.

Zac H

"But what about this?"
"And what about that?"
You never got pissed
at Rudy's confused crap.

"Oh captain, my captain"
is to say the least...
A sympathetic bastion,
yet untamable beast.

I was able to scry it,
your ascension, your strength.
With that warrior diet,
you rose through the ranks.

You're certainly a scholar.
Glance through a reticle,
and I'd gladly holler:
"His attraction is chemical!"

Kevin P

His spelling isn't always perfect.
But how can you not love him any way?
His conviction strong, efforts worth it,
and I'd rely on him any old day.

Remember all the pizza we tasted?
Or playing soccer together in sneakers?
Or maybe those times we got wasted!
And the hub bub purchasing speakers.

We've never actually sailed together,
but you tried to use it for my romance.
The wind was dead, let's blame the weather.
At least when you DJed, it was a banging dance.

I once popped an umbrella in your face.
You forgave me, always kind as can be.
Even though I invaded your space,
Mr. Petrikas, you're always a friend to me.

Matt N

I don't think a bigger influence existed, you can't haul my weight, but a different strength has persisted. And from you I found the power of innovation alongside the trials of integration. Please, prescent me a smell, and with ease of assembly, build bottles as well.

I look up to you still, and respect your decisions, respect your will. Also, your wife taught me perspective in feminism, I appreciated her forthrightness and criticism.

You're classy and keeping things fine, of course not by luck, but, by design.

Joe P

The excellent feats of this man's story follow the beats of compounded glory. He walks along, a rock-star legend, crunching equations: gravity bends.

He's not always political,
but his strength's experiential.
And to tout his credentials:
he's nothing short of presidential.

Let's keep the beat,
time in time bumping.
Turn up the heat.
Drum. Smash. Thumping.

Happiness Lab

Sometimes I'm tired, but don't want to rest though.
Let's get wired with one shot of espresso.
Your resident poet since the kickstart,
I'm glad to add harpist to my role and my part.

You know they're treats beneath that glass?
so don't overlook as you go past.
Get some coffee to start your day,
then keep on going the happy way.

When the sun sets, you're lucky to go here.
Enjoy some music and a glass of beer.
Happiness is solid with philosophies tight.
Get your groove on, morning to night.

Alex M

Oh no! Oh my! Tic toc!
His brain: so fast. Ideas: they're cash.
Mister Alex Murdoch.

Take a minute, in fact, take two.
Watch intuition grow to fruition.
Inceptions and conceptions that flew.

Bottle openers of bats.
A Gatorade tumbler.
K'nex and gun black.
I'm now the humbler.

A trip to Mamoun's?
You're in luck boy!
Take a ride, make room
and stop calling me ____ ___!

Shaina M

You're going to be that woman,
"How did she do it?"
And I'll agree candidly
with no added whit.

I've seen you tear
while watching above,
and know it's from happiness
surrounded by love.

You're a sage of community,
a boon of togetherness,
and no matter the conditions,
you'll always weather this.

Sister Shaina, I'm full of stress.
But around you, I feel no fear.
Even with impending duress,
You make a safe space where I can endear.

Chris R

I only know the recent glimmers, the latest snap of dim-lit shimmers. You've exploded,
some probably thought you'd have eroded, corroded, or fell. But your story is one of the most amazing to tell. And I barely know a few things well.

I look at you for boundary guidance, might I too, cross those lines? Your sense of humor ranges depths of wisdom while you prod the warning signs.

So much respect for the life you live, and same respect for the art you give.

Congratulations, Chris, you deserve any, and all earned: bliss.

Jessy G

London bridge is falling down! As always seems the case when giggling clowns come face to face. Imagine if we were engineers. (gasp) Making structures and things with gears. People's safety, and scary fears! Well, that's enough imagining for me, I'd rather help the world musically. It's a good thing I can learn from someone like you, when we're not jesting, our goals are true. I know you're smart, and enjoy how you converse about your art. It never occurred to me to call you "Grizzly Bear." But now it has, so be warned, beware.

Hilary K

Have you heard: The Thong Song?
She'll dance up a storm!
And in those beats: BONG BONG
hurricanes are born.

What was your false name?
You didn't like Giselle.
Who started that game?
Was confusing as hell!

A ballerina an a Razor.
Gliding in poses.
If an audience gazed her,
they'd shower with roses!

You make me laugh,
keep me smiling.

Kevin M

If tattoos are a story,
then this poem's too short.
And if you think mods are gory...
"They're excellent!" I retort.

Times under the sea,
despite Sebastian's song,
seem difficult to me,
as they were 6 months long.

I've tasted your food,
and had more of your food.
Taking too much might be rude.
So I'll gladly be rude.

Delicious, scrumptious, excellent, more!
Delectable, succulent, nom nom nom, more!
Have you tried that cheese?
How about THAT cheese?
Big cubes of bacon, juicy drippy chicken?
Yes, please.

I guess what I'm saying is you're an excellent chef.
And if you fed me all day, I'd eat to the death.

Jake B

So there's this guy.
I slept on his floor.
You might ask: Why?
Seriously, what for?

My run in with Jake
was something metaphysical.
No mere mistake,
conditions were critical.

A night in a bathtub?
Everyone's dressed in fancy suits.
Porters, port, whiskey and grub!
Nonsense of knowledge garbled in groups.

Then we ran into Frodo,
it's impossible to see him...
Chip chap cheerio-yo!
Ol' Benedict's whim.

Your convictions are stark,
your revelations are rad.
What matters is dark,
my fraternal comrade.

Alex D

Through the Ages.
Age of Empires.
Barbarians, Mages.
Castle Crashers fires.

My time at Pratt.
Was mostly tragic.
Until the day I sat
and conjured Magic.

Ramp with green, fire red,
heavenly white, black is dead,
knowledge blue, knowledge grew.
Peeling packs, growing stacks...
Stack the decks, they'll get wrecked!

They may curse you to the depths of Hades,
and if so I challenge them to these!
Godly games at my tournament house,
then they'll see...
Everything's coming up Milhouse!

Jimmy L

"We should drink beer
and play good 'ol Risk!"
But, dude, there's nothing to fear.
Risk isn't fun, no risk, ugh, ask Chris.

So then we played world domination.
Using cell phones and instant messaging
to sneakily steam roll over nations.
Grown ass men are just boys aging.

A diplomat you say?
Well that makes good sense.
A risk manager for pay!
Put people at ease when tense.

Using corporations
as fighters for freedom.
How's that for taxation?
Fifa would grieve then.

When you're around, all's clear.
Mr. Manager, keep on rock'n,
We'll have nothing to fear,
if some queens come knock'n!

Chris B

Drop the pods.
Turtle Racers.
Skateboard Gods.
Demon Pacers.

Going so fast!
I can't believe it.
When we fly past,
you'll conceive it.

Legos... legos everywhere.
Dream to build them.
Dream to dare.
Science! Math! STEM!

Let's play Risk!
Set the MODs.
Ugh, I hate this.
Let's end this please.

Orbital minds, oh no!
half... half my troopers.
Their gone in one blow!
Ha ha, Risk sucks. Bloopers.

Omari S

Computer science? Bring on the nerds.
O-ball's nothing short of strakatastik.
Regular jobs are for the birds!
Let's get money: games fantastic.

Walking the path of the Strakers
follows a vortex of powers.
I ask now, any takers?
Watch the minutes to hours.

Want to play smash?
Yeah f_____g right.
You'll only get bashed.
All day and all night.

The cards he plays,
overpowered opinion.
Each one he lays,
secures his Dominion.

Gordon G

Sly like a tip-toe Fox.
Making prey jump off cliffs.
Whether piano or trombone, he rocks.
And up boulders and rocks he lifts.

A league of legends surround him.
He could engineer your demise.
Every test, design, and whim
are of his control, his power, his prize.

Fairy wings for Sleepy Hollow.
A flying headless horseman brings
news of whom we should follow.
Listen when prince charming sings.

Magge G

Watch her whisper to her brush,
and fill the characters' faces.
Melt to curves and accents lush.
Then feel the depth of open spaces.

What's that Mags?
How you brags?
Grow price tags?
Miss money bags?

Famous, glamorous, sparkling craft.
Joyous, devilish, whimsical laugh.

You know that smirk.
You know what I mean.
I've collected your work.
And shown what I've seen.

Let's run a 5K!
Where's Beebs at?
Always the fun way.
Barefoot at that!

You've seen my orthodontist?
I'll model a s__t-eating grin. :D
Which you can paint like Pocahantas,
with all the colors of the wind.

Brutality (poem)

Violence isn't solved by violence, the "crime stoppers" commit the crimes, what can I do for my brothers' silence, how can we help in brutal times?

Kelsey (poem, anecdote)

I was attracted to the back of your head, and followed my nose wherever it led. In that crowd at Lyric Hall, being near you just smelled right, "Well, this is weird," I wondered, "What does she look like?"

Shortly, the presentations were over, and dancing began, you stood out like a flower, so I hopped over and ran. Alongside gleeful prancing, I first took your hand, then we practiced partner dancing by the jazz band. I took your number, then scooted away, joyful to see you soon, on another day.

We met again at Firehouse 12, I met Alexa, Frank, and Allison, even though we didn't delve, it was so much fun!  We chilled at MakeHaven to see my robot hand, an improvised night, totally unplanned. Frank played my harp, was it Saria's Song? We started playing Dixit before too long while we drank some home brew. Then I recited the tale of an Irish crew.

I offered a ride in my car, but we saw it wasn't there, so we scooted/walked home in May's fair night air. Shortly thereafter, we separated as pairs. We walked up Edwards, then in the magic I uttered some star-words: "Black canvas peppered white, what an incredible riddle. Ancients look up at the night. A translucent band in the middle. Unmistakable, irreplaceable, starlight."

We made eyes, and then we kissed. Our feelings were undisguised, light, and hinted with bliss.

We drove to Mamoun's and garbled falafel, chit-chatted and laughed beside drunken kerfuffle. Talks of Spain and Scotland, stories and history, past experiences: adventures and mystery. In August, you're departing for Spain, I'm glad for you, and I'm ready. But, to be upfront and plain, I'm a bit sad already.

Kelsey, The Shooting Star

A kind person beamed,
wielding a caring heart.
Whose demeanor gleamed,
from the very start.

Whether she's working or dancing,
I see her close to the grind.
She's cooking and planting,
with healthfulness in mind.

Strolling or lying on a jetty,
cuddled cradled in my arms.
I'm prepared, and ready,
to protect her from harm.

She's considerate, kind, and thoughtful.
Organized, following her plan.
Relaxed, meditated, and mindful.
A respectable, intelligent, wow-man!

I'm happy to watch her play,
an enchantress with the guitar.
Our time's a bright ray
of light off a shooting star.

27 Daze (poem, anecdote)

A fight with a Scott
is like wrestling a wolverine.
Through wilting, through rot,
we'll endure the punishing.

Whose the winner?
Whose the victor?
Aren't they allied?
Forced together?

The eyes of Kurtain
enclosing and true
saw faith in phantoms
where honesty flew.

Which witch is which?
They casting blessings?
An in-patient itch...
How many dressings?

I got knocked the FUCK down.
Then drugged the FUCK out.
And felt like a clown.
In my honesty pout.

Cackler and laughter.
Is this relaxation?
Get mad then get madder.
And watch the damnation.

Going outside is a privilege,
then again so is a shelter.
And if limbo's a bridge,
our jungle's just swelter!

Will you face your biggest fear?
And be engulfed by darkness?
Willingly listen to what you hear?
Tread the light you harness?

You may be perfectly happy,
your life quaint, content, alright.
But your honesty appears sappy.
When some 'healers' hear your plight.

This was the hardest thing I've ever done.
Yet it was only 27 days.
And even though my battle's won.
I now know the other ways.

Intuition was once my denial.
Honesty a throughput of conceptions.
Gestationed hatchlings little while.
I believe in my inceptions.