"My Naked Eye," by Amalia Zents

This poem is read aloud to you online free by the author at YouTube.  Here is the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UG6qGe5wiNI

“My naked eye”
by Amalia Zents



I do not seem to understand the tiny print I read.
No matter which finger I use my eye to lead.
The efforts that I make,
Don’t seem to really take.
It’s hard to read with just my naked eye

It’s not easy to join the leaders
If I always lose my readers!
Deciphering small type,
Makes me grumble and gripe,
It’s hard to read with just my naked eye.

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A pretty little cap. By Amalia "Amy" Zents

You may hear me recite this poem at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=et6Bu4I2Jmw

"A pretty little cap."
Those words caught my fancy.
As I perused an antiquated lady's fashion
journal
A pretty little cap, from 1832
Made of black velvet and gold trim,
With two white feathers adorning it.
I thought of how I'd look beneath it's brim
I would smile with delight as I put it on,
Thinking how lovely it made me feel
A pretty little cap
Staring at it on my head
In the windows I passed, on my way to meet him.
A pretty little cap;
A lovely adornment,
A pretty little cap to make history in!

"I'll toss my cares on the moon," a sorta-sonnet by Amalia Zents

In reading Shakespeare's sonnets I got the idea to try writing a sonnet on my own.
Here is the result.
I titled my poem,
"I'll toss my cares on the moon." by Amalia "Amy" Zents
“The quarter moon shines so pretty
A silvery orb clear and bright.
In the pitch dark sky, the stars dance
I gaze at their radiant light.
The day’s labors over, I have to get home
To crawl into bed and to dream,
I can't stay up late if I need to get up
And feel the warmth of the morning's sunbeam
Walking into my house, my dogs greet me
Wagging their tails to say “Hi!”
They pull themselves up on all fours,
The moment they catch my eye.
Since tomorrow always seems to come too soon,
I’ll toss my cares on the moon."