I have read a number of fantastic poems over the past two weeks and would like to give everybody a chance to share their work and to see what their peers have created. We’ll use the password protected class pages above to post your poems.
This is how you will be turning your poem in to me, so be sure that you take the time to make sure the formatting looks just the way you intended it to.
Mr. G
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April 25th, 2008 at 12:05 pm
the objective
of a game
called tag
is to not get hit
to not do so
you must . . .
run,
jump,
slide,
glide,
hide,
fit,
and whoever
gets touch
will become
it.
April 25th, 2008 at 12:06 pm
TRICKS FOR A TREAT
From the corners of his eye
He knows what’s coming towards him
With a single snap and whistle
He rushes to my feet
Awaiting my demand
Sniffing out the treat Hidden behind my back
He snaps into “dog show” mode
First, he tries standing on his hind legs
He drops his jaw and sticks out his tongue
Next, he tries to mesmerize you
Using the secret weapon: his piercing blue eyes
He blankly stares, deeply,
Directly into your eyes
I, on the other hand was not fooled,
Not even for a second
Analyzing his facial expression, I recognize his confusion
Of why he’s not receiving the reward for his act
In anger he viciously wags his tail,
Beginning to bark
Relating to his frustration
I feel the guilt of his torture
I slowly reveal the treat from behind my back
And reward him
April 25th, 2008 at 12:14 pm
I lookout left
I lookout right
I needed to keep
My corners fixed
I go for the win
I pull the pin
I hurl a nade
Just for play
Goodbye I say.
Owning the other team
April 25th, 2008 at 1:34 pm
Snow in the morning
It is so fantabulous
Now it is sunny
Snow clings to the trees
Hanging for dear life it falls
The ground gets whiter
The night moves closer
The lightness turns to darkness
It is time for sleep
April 25th, 2008 at 1:39 pm
The Beast
Its Black and white stripes
Stand out like a rainbow
In a dark place
The Brute
Mastered by Strength
And years of good teachers
It jumps through the water
And into the air
The Animal
The good vibrations
Can still be felt
The ohhs and the ahhs
Can still be heard
Its quite and nice chap
Just give it a brake
Only a whale
And its First Rate
April 25th, 2008 at 1:39 pm
I sit.
Plastered to my seat,
As one after another
We are asked questions.
Each of us squirms in our seats
Tries to hide our faces
Trying to escape the inevitable.
I hear my name called,
Red-faced and sweat pouring down
Over my brow
Which is knit in confusion.
Forced to admit those faithful words
“I don’t know.”
They work you through the question
While you are made to endure the looks
That your classmates shoot at you.
The question finally answered
You sink in your seat
Exhausted
A feeling of relief fills your mind.
Each problem can contain a hidden peril,
And the danger
Starts when you hear your name called upon.
April 25th, 2008 at 1:41 pm
My Grandma Needs a Break
My Grandma needs a break
She’s been working for 40 years
Probably needs forty beers.
She’s a role model
A cool cat
Who isn’t fat.
My grandma needs a break
It’s amazing that she’s not crazy
Or that she’s not lazy
Even after the age 72
She wants to learn how to swim
So she can swim like a fish
So right now she has one wish
If she could swimlike a fish
And not do all the dishes
This is why
My Grandma needs a break.
April 25th, 2008 at 1:41 pm
On the last day
Of the trip
To DC
It was pouring rain
And we went to
Mount Vernon
It was really boring
And sucked
We stayed
For a few hours
And I felt like crap
We drove for 4 hours
Got on a plane
Flew 6 hours
Landed in Seattle
I was starving
I went home
I ate a burrito
I threw it up
I caught Mono
April 25th, 2008 at 3:24 pm
Embarrassment/ Anxiety
My first time ever
I thought I was so good
I could be a pro at this
Snowboarding was defiantly my thing
I was confident
Shauna and I caught up with some friends
When they asked to go to on a higher level
I freaked
On the chair lift
I was a little calm
Until I got to the top
And collided with my little Shauna
Hearing the yell of a worker
Wipe Out!
In front of the boy I liked. :]
April 29th, 2008 at 3:17 pm
“Continue on
Main Street
Turn right
On Macedonia Road”
The Garmin directed my Granfather across the river
The Housatonic River
We crossed
Enjoying the view
Mountains
The beautiful trees
And of course
The river
“Arrive at
Destination
One
Macedonia Road
On left”
The Garmin interrupted
The peaceful
Beautiful
Silence
A man took place of our handy machine
Directing us to a parking lot
A full
Parking lot
Coasting up a drive
In Grandpa’s Buick
1994 Station Wagon
We spied a spot
Brakes
Clutch
Steering Wheel
Grandpa pulled the boat
Onto the side of the
Dusty
Dirty
Road
We
Were
There
My hand yanked the handle on my right
While the other pushed the door
A flow of
Crisp
New England
Spring air flew into the car
And hit my face
Indicating
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