Sreaming Children

Far off the distance,
A piercing scream.

Close in your heart,
You hear a motherless child.

Can you hear the silence,
The silence of the lambs?

Do you hear the pain its caused,
Taking them away?

The hogs scream,
The chickens cry,
The cows moan in agony.

Mamma hens can no longer speak,
to their chicks that you took.

Daddy cows can no longer hug,
the calves they helped create.

Your taking them away,
your killing them inside.

Far off in the distance,
you hear the squeal of the hog.
Far off int he distance,
you hear the squeal of breakfast.

How appetizing.

~Adrienne Zobell~ 04/23/09
I was watching a peta video and you could hear the screaming of the pigs and I couldn't take it. I had to write down my feelings here. I am no way though saying your disgusting or horrible for eating meat in anyway this is just how I feel about it.

http://www.peta2.com/p2vsk2_flash/

I suggest watching this because it's packed full of information. Its not disgusting or over the top its just what inspired me to become a vegetarian. Even if you don't have the desire to become a vegetarian at least educate yourself. Animals ARE NOT stupid.

The Leaves are Dying

Our tree is dead,
the leaves rotting,
death is near us,
love closing.
Nothing leaves our lips,
not not a whisper,
we are falling deeper,
we are closing.

Our tree once beautiful,
with leaves full of love,
is now a distant stain,
in the backdrop of our lives.
Nothing can bring it back,
not even our love,
because that too has diminished,
forever rotting under us.

One day I will go back there,
to see our love that was,
and I will weep for us,
because we once were.
Nothing will heal it,
the wounds that were made,
but someone can hold it shut,
when you left away.

~Adrienne Zobell~ 04/22/09

This is about a tree Tanner and I used to go to the first year we were going out. It was somewhere we enjoyed being. I wrote this poem when I felt it had died, not the tree but the love it represented.

My monster friend

I have a fuzzy friend,
His name is fuzzy frank,
He is the reason,
All of mommy’s soda is drank.

Mom never believes me
Because she cannot see
All the messes’ frank makes
And blames them all on me!

Sometimes he isn’t a good friend
Sometimes has real mean
But mostly he is funny
Maybe because he’s green.

One day I’ll get back at him
Mom will catch him in the act
And then she will believe me
After she learns the facts.

It’s not me who causes problems
Or destroys her beautiful walls
It’s that dang old monster
Who makes everything fall.


~Adrienne Zobell~ 04/21/09


I am in adult roles and we are making puppets of monsters and for some reason this popped into my head.