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BUS - Abi Simpson Bus almost cylindrical. maybe you have cream filling & a soft spongy outside. number 11 -Abi Simpson MONTEGO'S MORNING - Amber Pressler Montego’s Morning It’s time to greet the day! Caw! Caw! I screech through the house. Caw! Caw! Time to wake up my family. Family member #1: Lyndon. He got in late last night from a fire. He shushes me and fills my feeder. Caw! Caw! Family member #2: Barbara Ann. It’s dark. “Hello,” I say. She jumps. I get her every morning! “OK, Montego, I’m up!” Family member #3: Matt awakens. He stumbles into the bathroom angrily. Caw! Caw! Family member #4: Joel. My favorite J “Hey, pretty bird,” he says. I perch on his shoulder. “Pretty bird, caw, pretty bird.” I speak My job is done J -Amber Pressler KINDS OF LOVE - Sam Gheorghiu Kinds of Love There are all kinds of love You love your pet turtle And you love all your friends Sometimes And you love your family Mostly But then there's your favorite band you love A lot And your little sister you love A little And then there is boy love, the best kind When you love a boy and he loves you back But the worst kind of love Is when you love someone And they don't love you back Or know that you love them Or know your name Or know who you are -Sam Gheorghiu Catherine Meade Feel me. Touch my flesh as if I were the child of the Elm, of the Oak, still young and naive. Pull me into your lungs, allow me to fill you up- from the polish on your toes to the light of your eyes. Let me feed your mind waves of Jealousy- turn your hair bright with the shades of Emerald stones, and as I steal away the life from your veins, feel me, from the inside. Catherine Meade Green, for Abi- Nicole Schanke Give me your stars to hold. my hand And keep them close to my heart. I will hang your stars On the ceiling of my mind And think of you often. Give me your stars to hold And I’ll share them if you’d like. Display them so the world can see Your shining light. Give me your stars to hold. Confide in me your dreams and secrets. Tell me your fears, Your desires And your passions. Give me your stars to hold. And I will give you mine.
I AM FROM - Nicole Schanke I Am From I am from back roads, From beanstalks and bonfires. I am from the dust of road construction. (Thick, causing danger to drivers.) I am from the 4-H clubs, The farm boys Whose families’ dreams for them are To be football stars. I’m from levy signs and Cougar spirit, From Magnode and Miller. I’m from the all-about-mes, And the who-really-cares, From keep moving and wait up. I’m from My Redeemer lives With so many kids and a current building plan. I’m from Skyline and Trenton Drugs, Tasty chili and heartburn meds. From the car accidents To the injuries The prayers and faith that unite. In my closet was a stack of junk Spreading newspaper articles, Many words from the past To keep me remembering. I am from this time – Grown before I grew – Corn harvested too soon. -Nicole Schanke BLANK ELEMENT Ode to Halo 1 and 2 Oh, Halo 1 and 2, how we will miss you after your third child comes to my house. Your loving graphics, Your funny jokes, Your revolutionary combat system and wonderful characters … I shall always remember the first time I met the Flood, Oh, how I screamed and ran … And the first cloaked elite soldier I fought, How I sprayed bullets randomly … The hours spent fighting others on X-Box Live, The billions of variants, Playing 16 player Zombies on Foundation, Crazy King on Lock-out, And Derby on Coagulation. You will be missed … But now to Halo 3 … -Glenn Battishill DAISY - Erin Ballard Daisy There I am sitting in a field. Sharing my beauty with the children. Bringing shining joy to their faces. Spring is most wonderful to me. Perfect weather for me to grow. Soft white petals, stunning yellow, strong green body. Summer comes and the heat is getting to intense. The cold harsh winter comes. My softness fades and petals fall. Until next spring shall I go. -Erin Renae Ballard | BEAUTIFUL TYRANNY - Catherine Meade Beautiful tyranny; the silence of screaming children- gunshot wounds, tired eyes, lost daydreams my final goodbye… A thousand years a thousand smiles missing you all the while; and when will they all come back home? From wasted land, forgotten snow. The deaths of many outweigh the breath of few. Heroes, demons, a last, stifled cry, and we’ve yet to guess; yet to love; left to die. -Catherine Meade TO GUSTAV, AND ORCHARDS - Catherine Meade To Gustav, and Orchards Last Lines First, after Long Afternoons by Adam Zagajewski Of silence it is hard to think; a symphony prances across the backs of my eyes as poems dance in through the beginnings. Emotions in shades of violet fill the spaces in between names of composers, as I copy what I love onto a blank sheet of gray paper so that, maybe, who I love will take what I love and learn to be passionate about the violins, and the clarinets. A perfect peach, in the opposite hand as my pen, touches my mouth and I hear the ripeness as I bite. The pressure of such a fruit reminds me of a kiss, and as I long for it to be renewed, all I can do is thank Gustav Mahler for his beautiful music. - Catherine Meade SHARING LOVE TO SURVIVE - Amber Pressler Sharing Love to Survive Life is usually hard to bear. I sit and think and wonder why. Life is meant as a gift to share. There isn’t much time here to spare. Not much time to leap and fly. Life is usually hard to bear. Take a chance on Life, if you dare. Grab onto Love, sail in the sky. Life is meant as a gift to share. It’s hard to say what’s fair is fair, Hard to trust the truth, not a lie. Life is usually hard to bear. Look in them and know that they care. Look at Love, through a Lover’s eye. Life is meant as a gift to share. It’s hard to speak, there is no air. You can’t form the words of Goodbye. Life is usually hard to bear. Life is meant as a gift to share. -Amber Pressler THE LIGHT - Craig Cumpston The Light When your mind clears you will see That she completes thee. And when she shows you that She might love you, You hold on to her light, The light that is untainted, Untainted in comparison to yours. Even though your light has Since turned black Her light is so bright, Bright enough even To cleanse your light A 100 times over. So show her that You love her The next time you see her. Let her know, Know that she is the reason Your soul has brightened so. -Craig Cumpston - Allison Back I’m rap and rock’n’roll, You are 80’s pop and country. I am short shorts and tight tanks, You are faded jeans and ripped tees. I am flip flops or Nike shox, You are tall black steel toed boots. I am always freezing cold, You are a warm embrace. I am T-tops and convertibles, You are big tires and a diesel engine. I am dancing in the rain, You are rolling in green grass. I am up all night and sleep ‘til noon, You are awake by dawn and tired by nine. I am crazy and hyper and clueless, You are goofy and smart and sane. I am horseback riding and dance, You are moo cows and soccer. I am nothing without you, You are my entire world. -Allison Back - Allison Back The little boy is left starving, Alone in a world where “we” is all that’s seen. Why don’t we find this more alarming? There are people in places, dealing with daily bombings While all that we’re concerned about is our needs And the little boy is left starving. We sit idly by, find the TV world calming, Somewhere else young girls get raped in the streets. Why don’t we find this more alarming? Other countries house sweatshops to make a “living,” But our large corporations rob them of what they’re worth And the little boy is left starving. We walk around blindly and view the world as charming When parents have no work and everyone goes hungry Why don’t we find this more alarming? Genocide, death, poverty, physical and emotional scarring, Why doesn’t anyone give a d*** about things like these? The little boy is left starving, Why don’t we find this more alarming? -Allison Back - Rik Little The kid at JC Penney’s Why’s he look so sad? ‘Cause his bosses won’t let him yell When customers make him mad. And they won’t let him kill them And they won’t let him shout. It’s called common courtesy, people. Get some or get out. -Rik Little | |
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