It’s been 56 yards, That I fought for so hard I was a free agent But now I’m an agent Of yards after contact On a 5 year contract With my Houston Texans We don’t need no directions To the playoffs we’re headin’ If I get this yard Just one more yard Get off me And soon you’ll see, I’ll score that touchdown And I’ll do my bow And you will say wow, He came to play And he’s gonna stay.
I looked around Listened to every sound, Until them, I had found. As we stole away I heard him say, ‘What is going to happen today?’ This fight was strong but I did not care This surely was not fair, But then I saw her bushy, brown hair. They ran fast but so did we Firing spells all around me, Silence fell, where could they be. They came as fast as the fire How could this be their desire? Against them I did always conspire. They had saved me but I could not see why I wondered this as he did fly To him, I always thought, I was just a mean guy. Later I heard her scream no, I could not believe it was so Why in the world would go? He had friends who would fight All through the night Strait into morning light. As he jumped to the ground There was such a sound I swear it shook the ground. Even I had a bit of hope But around it I could not get a rope, Before it could bite he shouted nope! Neville had chopped off its head, And it lay there dead, But for his snake a tear was not shed. Everyone was shocked As his first lieutenant dropped, It seemed like he was going to be stopped! I knew his ways were wrong But he was strong, When he died people burst into song. I was glad, But kind of sad For all the many a fallen lad. My parents were scared Of those who glared But no one even cared. We had changed a while ago, Even though no one did know Now we did show. Everyone looked around the fort It did look quite out of sort But we had defeated Lord Voldemort!
It surely has been long Since I have felt welcome I have felt somewhat wrong And I have felt disconnected
The only child for this family I used to be the only one Two siblings left me Feeling no love. None
The snow piled on the ground One foot, two, three, even more Piling up like my emotions, I found Until they build up and start to pour
Sometimes I can feel alone As though I don’t belong I feel like I am the wrong tone In the melody of a song
I am loved, though. I know When they surround and hug me Him with his racecars, her with her bow They beg me to play. They want me.
And my parents, they tell me. They make sure to let me know Sometimes it may not seem to be But they truly love me so.
Now we are outside. All of us. Everybody is so joyous and smiling “Look at my snowman, Ryan!” “Look at the snow piling!”
It feels so nice to be together Sometimes my head may be in the clouds But I truly have endured the weather I feel so loved and welcome now.
As the cold wind freezes my hands and face My father’s loving hand rests on my shoulder I have felt sometimes like the family disgrace But they need me: I am their rock, their boulder
This is my life, and though I’ve felt bad It is truly a great one I live There are many more memories to be had My family is so supportive
So I will smile for the camera But this time, it’s real Before I have felt so alone But now, it is only love I feel.
Sometimes I really want to to just take a step back and live like a normal 24 year old. Sometimes I get tired of all the flack, but I have to stand strong and be bold.
I've led my team to victories, but I would not, COULD not, say that it's all me. It's because of all of our abilities, not one person is the key.
I'm lucky to be standing at these awards, with a highly honored quarterback. He's broken quite a few records, and look where he led the Pack.
I can assure you I'll be there, I'll work my hardest to lead the team, Get down on one knee to say a prayer, and keep pushing no matter how hard it seems.
Whoa! What’s that? I don’t know. It looks really strange. Just watch it crawl around. That shade of orange is odd. Is it an insect or something else? Who can tell? They will not see it. They are looking at the camera pointed my way. But I will not give in; I will not look. I am too busy looking at the strange critter over there. How odd when I think how it got over there. How strange it is not in its natural habitat. Could it be the temperature attracting it inside? Or is it the draft pulling it? I wonder what creature it is. Where did it come from? Oh wait! It’s gone. It flew somewhere. “Say cheese!” Cheese.
Mia Hamm About to take the final shot I remember all of the most important things. My eyes are cast down As I play the next few seconds in my head. It could go either way A perfect shot, arched, upper right Or a save by the goalie If I hit one in the center. But I can't predict forever. My back arched, My striking leg back. I'm ready.
As I sit in this barrel, In my mommy’s homemade apparel, The wind whispers to me like a sweet love carol, There’s not a single imperfection not even a quarrel.
Then I see these little round things, Looking like they came from tiny hot springs, and fly like they have wings. Perfect circular rings.
These little bubbles, In my world with no troubles, Each looking like the others doubles, With the grass behind me in large hubbles.
The world is my play toy, Since I’m only a young little boy, It all with something to enjoy, And the bubbles all to destroy.
Blake Griffin to a Dunk Victim (With a Hint of Sports Center)
By: Michael Carlson
I leap into the air And cause you much despair You try to shield your eyes What's next is no surprise
Will this be an and one Or will this be a Sports Center number one I am a former dunk champ So you know this will cramp
Your style on the court It is even worse because you aren't short Windmill, tomahawk, behind the back You will become the victim of every wise crack
Your name will now be synonymous With the man who is never anonymous Blake Griffin is my name Dunking on you is my game
A poster is what you will become As evidence of what I have done I hope you enjoy an eternity Of being known as the guy who got dunked on by me
Get your toast ready because here comes the jam They call me the warden, welcome to the slammer Dunk you very much Here comes the hammer Boom goes the dynamite
I sit holding the young in my hand, My grandson, To be so frail and brittle again I must, But forever are those years behind me.
The boy doesn't move much, Nor pout, But has more time then he realizes, Oh, to have that time in my life.
I think only of the ages I've passed by, The struggles and falls, And still better than the time I have left, For I know I must keep going on living.
I still remember those years of recklessness, The time I had, But no more will they be thoughtless, They will be the remembrance of living.
I'm older and near my end, by far, And so the story goes, For the elder and the wise, Living in the Ages of the Elders.
Forever more will the wise be remembered, Through stories and tales, Of the worries left behind to the past, But a single remembrance will do, The snapshot of the known, The Ages of the Elders.
Betrayal. I can feel it as though it is slapping me in the face. I trusted him. How could he do this to me? He was supposed to have my back. He was supposed to be my partner.
I see movement behind him. My instincts kick in. I pull out my gun. The only thing I think about is protecting him. All previous thoughts are forgotten. I was still his partner.
I heard gunshots, And waited to feel the bullet sear through me. I felt nothing. Relief coursed through me.
I looked behind me and saw an injured man. I soon realized that he was protecting me all along. I saw a mirrored expression on his face. When he realized the woman behind him.
That day defined our relationship. Never again did I question his loyalty. I knew then that we were partners. Always.
I stand here in this photo I’m in an army you see which goes again the Ministry I’ve been taught by no other than The Boy Who Lived I’ve learn to disarm, jinx and hex Because I learned from the best I belong to Dumbledor’s Army We fight to protect ourselves, our home: Hogwarts From The Room of Requirement to the Ministry of Magic To the Battle of Hogwarts we fight But it’s the end of the day When I hope and pray Where I hope there’s pudding And the quote of the day is oh so easy to say When in doubt blame the nargles
Kicking the ball through Uprights that are 18 feet wide Not a lot of room for error Easy, right? Wrong In this situation I must make everything 3 seconds left This will send us into overtime Oh Lord, please let me make this If i don't i will surely be shunned If Britain drops this We will both be shunned It has to be perfect My laces to the ball Simple right? Wrong again Not with a hundred thousand plus fans Millions of people watching Oh please Let me make just this one WE MUST WIN!
I come from a poor family I had a hard childhood Now I am looked upon As one of the greatest rappers From humble beginnings To fame and fortune I take every day as it comes I know that from here, It will only get better And life will only get easier Times were tough, but look at me now I’m the king of rap, And all I had to do Was “keep [my] head up”
Woman in White Finally I have something borrowed, new, blue, and old A beautiful white dress, without a crease or a fold I walk step by step down the aisle Everyone’s ones faces turned to me with a smile Nervous, I can’t hear a sound Music fills the air around My heart fills with happiness and pride I walk to the beat of “Here Comes the Bride” Anxious to read out my vows Remembering the memory’s that lead up to now The moment has come; I stand straight in my shoes I look in his eyes and whisper “I do”.
So little air, Pride fills my heart. I'm wide awake, Despite the early start. My friend right beside me, My whole world behind me, My first fourteener, done. Wishing, and planning, To hike many more. Bright blue above me, A sea of green below. We'll stay in this moment Forever. ~Katie C.
this terrifying fear of not knowing how I will live, if I will live grips me at times so violently, so suddenly that my hijab becomes stifling it strangles me until I am blue in the mouth and my knees are weak.
But I know many things I know that if I live I will marry, have children, that I will hide my face from the world forever I know that one day if I live I will leave this refugee camp and this will be my fate I know all of this and have come to accept this fate.
Yet I am still terrified and there is a pain in my chest that has rooted itself so deeply, I feel that if I were to tear it from my soul I would die. But as I live, I live with a never mending gash dark as an abyss which I have jumped down into and am always falling but I know this descent will come to an end with a jarring halt which explodes every nerve and bone of my being.
There is a question which I cannot answer, about this chasm, it looms above my head and strangles me as if I were a dog on a leash trying desperately to run away.
I ask myself this question which I cannot answer, over and over I ask myself, am I terrified of the fall or of the ground?
I don’t remember really breathing, living Not even once in my life Like an empty shell wasting at the chance to be human I couldn’t help it I did try but trying is just a word for people who can’t I’m not afraid because I live an empty shell I’m not afraid because I don’t really know all too well But when death hits me I won’t let it leave me
Ball flies of the bat, Tap up. Jamey jogging to first, he's done his job. Now I got to do mine. Head down, listen for Richie. GO! Jump of the base, Running faster than I ever will. Half way there, ball a quarter of the way. At the plate, Ball arrived late. Mauled by my teammates with a busted chin, But I don't care. We're going to the playoffs.
Picture taken, smiling big, With arms around my brothers. All three at different years in our lives, But all three going through change.
One off to England, living in the countryside, In the peace of the land, away form the ocean tide. One going to Japan, a place of ancient wonder. His family helping others and each other.
I, I wasn’t sure where I would go. School wasn’t right for me. With no wheels, and friends far away, My opportunities weren’t a sea.
But I have a future, A place to go. Things to see, Wonders to know.
Just like my brothers, I take the next step, Into my adventure.
Yes, here I am on a ranch, In the heart of Mexico. Making friends, learning anew. Just like my brothers, us global brothers. Brothers wherever we go.
Marlee Matlin and Sean Berdy as Melody and Emmett Blesdoe on Switched at Birth Perspective: Marlee
“What is this?” I ask in fury. He shrugs. He shrugs it off. But it isn’t nothing. Not by a long shot. “What is this?” I ask again. This time he is Mad, mad, mad. But he cannot hide The fact that he has been Hurt. Lied to. Betrayed. “She did nothing wrong” he replies I can’t believe he still believes In her. It’s my turn to step in- And this time I’m not waiting. Not again. My hands fly, so do his. We argue. Fight. Argue. Fight. Go in circles-never ending, never ceasing. Our talk is silent, But our fingers speak volumes. And then, quickly as it started, It’s over. Per usual. Except not like the other times- This time he is done. He’s moving out. He’s gone. ~Elli S.
We fly through the fields On a wild wagon race And no matter how old I get I will never slow my pace With my family all around me With a smile on my face As we fly down the hill On this crazy wagon race
And as I travel down the hill With the viking hat I wear I know there's something special In the clear mountain air My family's all around me Here and there and there And every year we travel here To our mountain house so fair To spend time together And breathe the sweet clear air
Richard Nixon
ReplyDeleteMy plan has been found,
My term is surely over.
I will need a lot of luck,
Like a four leaf clover.
I have wronged my county,
They will never forget.
They will want me dead,
Like Russian Roulette.
For generations to come,
My name will be shunned.
I must stay inside,
To avoid being gunned.
My plan has been found
My term is over.
Thy will burn my to the ground,
Just as easily a 3 leaf clover.
Trevor J
Arian Foster
ReplyDeleteIt’s been 56 yards,
That I fought for so hard
I was a free agent
But now I’m an agent
Of yards after contact
On a 5 year contract
With my Houston Texans
We don’t need no directions
To the playoffs we’re headin’
If I get this yard
Just one more yard
Get off me
And soon you’ll see,
I’ll score that touchdown
And I’ll do my bow
And you will say wow,
He came to play
And he’s gonna stay.
Eli Z.
ReplyDeleteThis day was a blur
Until my mom and her camera came.
So I sat by my little sister
and paused our circus game.
As mom said, "Cheese,"
I smiled big.
When I'm older, I'll look at this picture
and ask, "Who is this kid?"
My sister is next to me
And my playmate at best
But she always stays up late
Will she ever rest?
This is my first circus
And I was completely amazed
With the act with the lions and tigers
For those 10 minutes I was totally dazed.
When this picture was taken
And time stood still
I would go back this moment in a heartbeat
Because high school is a pill.
I must admit
That I still smile big.
I still somewhat like my sister
Even though we are no longer little kids.
My day at the circus
Is one to cherish
And I hope that the memory inside of my head
Will never perish.
Missy Franklin
ReplyDeletehttp://scottcounciljournal.com/wp-content/uploads2011/12/Missy-Franklin.jpg
The five rings above me
The rush of the crowd
The roar of the cheers
The nerves of the race,
The responsibility of lane 3
Time to wake up,
but wait, this isn't a dream,
this isn't my imagination,
this is my life
Skyrocketed to fame
I could have 150 grand
I will be in Vogue
I will be in SI with Phelps
All my hard work
just to get this
but I need a team
I require college
it can all wait
I'm a modest Junior
I was the youngest competitor
I have a world record
I am Missy Franklin
I looked around
ReplyDeleteListened to every sound,
Until them, I had found.
As we stole away
I heard him say,
‘What is going to happen today?’
This fight was strong but I did not care
This surely was not fair,
But then I saw her bushy, brown hair.
They ran fast but so did we
Firing spells all around me,
Silence fell, where could they be.
They came as fast as the fire
How could this be their desire?
Against them I did always conspire.
They had saved me but I could not see why
I wondered this as he did fly
To him, I always thought, I was just a mean guy.
Later I heard her scream no,
I could not believe it was so
Why in the world would go?
He had friends who would fight
All through the night
Strait into morning light.
As he jumped to the ground
There was such a sound
I swear it shook the ground.
Even I had a bit of hope
But around it I could not get a rope,
Before it could bite he shouted nope!
Neville had chopped off its head,
And it lay there dead,
But for his snake a tear was not shed.
Everyone was shocked
As his first lieutenant dropped,
It seemed like he was going to be stopped!
I knew his ways were wrong
But he was strong,
When he died people burst into song.
I was glad,
But kind of sad
For all the many a fallen lad.
My parents were scared
Of those who glared
But no one even cared.
We had changed a while ago,
Even though no one did know
Now we did show.
Everyone looked around the fort
It did look quite out of sort
But we had defeated Lord Voldemort!
By: Toni H.
Ryan M.
ReplyDeleteIt surely has been long
Since I have felt welcome
I have felt somewhat wrong
And I have felt disconnected
The only child for this family
I used to be the only one
Two siblings left me
Feeling no love. None
The snow piled on the ground
One foot, two, three, even more
Piling up like my emotions, I found
Until they build up and start to pour
Sometimes I can feel alone
As though I don’t belong
I feel like I am the wrong tone
In the melody of a song
I am loved, though. I know
When they surround and hug me
Him with his racecars, her with her bow
They beg me to play. They want me.
And my parents, they tell me.
They make sure to let me know
Sometimes it may not seem to be
But they truly love me so.
Now we are outside. All of us.
Everybody is so joyous and smiling
“Look at my snowman, Ryan!”
“Look at the snow piling!”
It feels so nice to be together
Sometimes my head may be in the clouds
But I truly have endured the weather
I feel so loved and welcome now.
As the cold wind freezes my hands and face
My father’s loving hand rests on my shoulder
I have felt sometimes like the family disgrace
But they need me: I am their rock, their boulder
This is my life, and though I’ve felt bad
It is truly a great one I live
There are many more memories to be had
My family is so supportive
So I will smile for the camera
But this time, it’s real
Before I have felt so alone
But now, it is only love I feel.
Tim Tebow (featuring Aaron Rodgers)
ReplyDeleteSometimes I really want to to just take a step back
and live like a normal 24 year old.
Sometimes I get tired of all the flack,
but I have to stand strong and be bold.
I've led my team to victories,
but I would not, COULD not, say that it's all me.
It's because of all of our abilities,
not one person is the key.
I'm lucky to be standing at these awards,
with a highly honored quarterback.
He's broken quite a few records,
and look where he led the Pack.
I can assure you I'll be there,
I'll work my hardest to lead the team,
Get down on one knee to say a prayer,
and keep pushing no matter how hard it seems.
Hailey Fulwider
My Grandpa
ReplyDeleteI've been through so much pain,
Those wars have come and gone,
I love seeing my granddaughters
When the day gets too long
Little Annie is the comedian,
She gets her jokes from me,
Natalie is more curious,
Asking for stories when she's free
The oldest understands,
The youngest still too young,
In the probing of my past,
Reality fades when memories are sprung
I repeat myself a lot
But I'm just lost in the past,
My family is very patient
I wonder how long that will last
What has happened to me?
How did I get this way?
I used to make fun of old folks
Now I am one today
I'm starting to feel like a burden,
My son helps me a lot,
He does some things for me
That I know I would've forgot
Although this year was hard
And quite often I am blue,
With my loving granddaughters,
I know why life's not through
Whoa!
ReplyDeleteWhat’s that?
I don’t know.
It looks really strange.
Just watch it crawl around.
That shade of orange is odd.
Is it an insect or something else?
Who can tell? They will not see it.
They are looking at the camera pointed my way.
But I will not give in; I will not look.
I am too busy looking at the strange critter over there.
How odd when I think how it got over there.
How strange it is not in its natural habitat.
Could it be the temperature attracting it inside?
Or is it the draft pulling it?
I wonder what creature it is.
Where did it come from?
Oh wait! It’s gone.
It flew somewhere.
“Say cheese!”
Cheese.
I’m just a cowboy
ReplyDeleteStanding next to a girl
Her dad snaps a photo
A crazy tourist
She is
But not a purist
She stands and smiles
But not me
Nor my friend
How long will this take?
It doesn’t matter
At least I get a break.
I’m just a cowboy
Standing next to a girl
Her dad snaps a photo
Mia Hamm
ReplyDeleteAbout to take the final shot
I remember all of the most important things.
My eyes are cast down
As I play the next few seconds in my head.
It could go either way
A perfect shot, arched, upper right
Or a save by the goalie
If I hit one in the center.
But I can't predict forever.
My back arched,
My striking leg back.
I'm ready.
-Emma Y.
Bubbles
ReplyDeleteAs I sit in this barrel,
In my mommy’s homemade apparel,
The wind whispers to me like a sweet love carol,
There’s not a single imperfection not even a quarrel.
Then I see these little round things,
Looking like they came from tiny hot springs,
and fly like they have wings.
Perfect circular rings.
These little bubbles,
In my world with no troubles,
Each looking like the others doubles,
With the grass behind me in large hubbles.
The world is my play toy,
Since I’m only a young little boy,
It all with something to enjoy,
And the bubbles all to destroy.
-Brooke G.
My Older Brother's Perspective
ReplyDeleteAhh, fresh air.
I would rather be in the mountains,
Good thing that I am.
Hiking is great.
I love the greenery,
It’s such a relief from school.
College is such a pain,
But now I can enjoy the outdoors.
My brother is crazy,
My mom happy.
My dad is content,
And so am I.
Stretching my legs,
Wide awake,
Relaxing all day,
In Colorado’s beauty.
That camera is close to my face
ReplyDeleteand I'm in a really weird place
I could snap the camera like a rubber band
With my bare muscular hand
If they only knew I was a martial artist
They would be scared of the fury in my fist
I could give them a roundhouse kick
Now that would be truly epic
But I think I'll just put on a smile
And get out of here because it's not worthwhile
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ReplyDeleteAaron Rodgers to Tim Tebow
ReplyDeleteSo this is the kid they’ve been talking about?
Making girls scream,
And the Steelers pout?
He’s built like a linebacker, all bulk and brawn,
And I’m pretty sure we’ve got
The same suit jacket on.
He says he’s excited to be seated among
All these NFL greats,
Like the fantastic Steve Young.
Seems like he’s a good guy, just thrilled to be here,
No tattoos or gold chains
Or studs in his ear.
We’re in different leagues, so my team rarely plays him,
But if someone were to ask,
“What’s your opinion on Tim?”
I’d remember the guy in the snazzy pink tie, and say
“I’m a fan of that kid they’ve been talkin’ ‘bout.”
I'm bowling
ReplyDeleteThe balls are rolling
The crowd cheers
And then they sip some beers
The ball rolls
People take their tolls
The alley lights up
It glimmers off the cups
I roll a spare
People loose some care
And then a strike
People act beast like
Here's where I want to be
So everyone can watch me
(Anne W)
Blake Griffin to a Dunk Victim (With a Hint of Sports Center)
ReplyDeleteBy: Michael Carlson
I leap into the air
And cause you much despair
You try to shield your eyes
What's next is no surprise
Will this be an and one
Or will this be a Sports Center number one
I am a former dunk champ
So you know this will cramp
Your style on the court
It is even worse because you aren't short
Windmill, tomahawk, behind the back
You will become the victim of every wise crack
Your name will now be synonymous
With the man who is never anonymous
Blake Griffin is my name
Dunking on you is my game
A poster is what you will become
As evidence of what I have done
I hope you enjoy an eternity
Of being known as the guy who got dunked on by me
Get your toast ready because here comes the jam
They call me the warden, welcome to the slammer
Dunk you very much
Here comes the hammer
Boom goes the dynamite
POSTERIZED!
The Ages of the Elders
ReplyDeleteBy: Blake D.
I sit holding the young in my hand,
My grandson,
To be so frail and brittle again I must,
But forever are those years behind me.
The boy doesn't move much,
Nor pout,
But has more time then he realizes,
Oh, to have that time in my life.
I think only of the ages I've passed by,
The struggles and falls,
And still better than the time I have left,
For I know I must keep going on living.
I still remember those years of recklessness,
The time I had,
But no more will they be thoughtless,
They will be the remembrance of living.
I'm older and near my end, by far,
And so the story goes,
For the elder and the wise,
Living in the Ages of the Elders.
Forever more will the wise be remembered,
Through stories and tales,
Of the worries left behind to the past,
But a single remembrance will do,
The snapshot of the known,
The Ages of the Elders.
The bell on the door rings,
ReplyDeleteAnd in pile a group of girls,
Giggling, wishing, wanting, waiting.
The same thing happens every other day,
Why does it make me smile so?
They are searching, just like I once was.
There’s a clatter- one dress, blue,
Has fallen to the floor, heaped,
And I can feel my manager wince.
The girl leans over, picks it up,
Inspects it, and runs,
To the dressing room. She’s found her match.
Satin, sparkles, glitter, ribbons,
Long and short and ruffled and simple,
There’s a match for everyone here.
I can hear them behind the dressing room doors,
Sizing up and sizing down,
Until they emerge, fully dressed.
A parade of colors, a rainbow,
They smile and hug and twirl,
One leans over and says, ‘Take a picture?’
So I do, like I always do,
Just another memory,
From this dress shop dreamland.
Zooey Dechanel
ReplyDeleteThose awkward moments
when your ex-lover sees you
just shopping at the store
it seemed like the world was spinning around you two
Those awkward moments
when you try to make a joke
and the audience goes quiet
so you're left looking like a dope
those awkward moments
when you think you see a friend
and then you call their name
and it's not them and it's the end
Those awkward moments
when you see someone wave at you
and when you wave back
you realize you're not the one they are talking to
Those awkward moments
when you say goodbye
but you go the same way as them
and you're left not looking like a wise guy
Those awkward moments
when you're at the dentist
and he asks you a question with his hands in your mouth
I mean what a weird hygienist
Those awkward moments
when you sit is a desk fast
and even though it was the leg that squeaked
people think you ripped gas
Though the most awkward of all
I've been through
when you get in an elevator
and a cute boy stands next to you
You are forced to wait
in the silence
and wait for it to reach your level
because you both stand there waiting for each other to talk
Rachel Haas
Face to the rain
ReplyDeleteBack towards the hill
Looking at nothing
But green and grey
Raindrops pelting down
Don't know where to go
As I simply can't imagine
Being anyplace but here
Yellow and red umbrella
Protecting my head
From innocent water droplets
As I stand alone
Just me and it
Gazing into the mist
Into a haze of green and grey
That I feel like I've seen before
Long stretch of black
Lies before me
Telling me where
To keep on walking
It's a road that
Is directing me
Into the heart
Of the green and gray new start
Kate B.
ReplyDeleteBetrayal.
I can feel it as though it is slapping me in the face.
I trusted him.
How could he do this to me?
He was supposed to have my back.
He was supposed to be my partner.
I see movement behind him.
My instincts kick in.
I pull out my gun.
The only thing I think about is protecting him.
All previous thoughts are forgotten.
I was still his partner.
I heard gunshots,
And waited to feel the bullet sear through me.
I felt nothing.
Relief coursed through me.
I looked behind me and saw an injured man.
I soon realized that he was protecting me all along.
I saw a mirrored expression on his face.
When he realized the woman behind him.
That day defined our relationship.
Never again did I question his loyalty.
I knew then that we were partners.
Always.
The Sandbox
ReplyDeleteSummer is when the weather is warm
the birds they chirp and sing
My backyard is the best place
to run and play and swing
But of everything in my backyard
the thing I love most of all
is my big and colorful sandbox
where I make the sand sift and fall
Monday, Tuesday, all week long
I build and build and build
the sandbox is full of sand
it's really, really filled
I toss the sand in my hands
I dig holes all around
and when I get a little silly
I knock my sister's castles to the ground
I love my sandbox- don't get me wrong
It's the best thing in the world
I play with my little sister
In the backyard all day long.
Klarissa Schwiethale
From A Three Year Old
ReplyDeleteDaddy said
it wouldn’t take long
I said ok
Even though
the lights hurt my eyes
I like
the little boxes
that make pictures
Mommy said
they last forever
I wonder what forever is
I like
wearing pretty outfits
for the little boxes
I wish
I could look like
a pretty princess
for this picture
That will last forever
Tim Tebow
ReplyDeleteI wear 15 on my back,
Representing Jesus Christ,
I love what I do, but I need no plaque,
I may score a TD or two,
But that's just a game,
There are much harder things to do,
My teammates bring out the best in me,
Without them I could do nothing,
When I'm with them, I'm the best that I can be,
There's a lot that I have learned,
Always work your hardest and always believe,
And when I have believed God has returned,
Football is a game,
A great game at that,
But there is a lot more to focus on than money, and fame
Dual-Perspective poem - Yogi Berra (“” are actual Yogi-isms)
ReplyDeleteA bright summer day
Perfect time to play ball
I squat behind the plate
Ready to give the pitcher the call.
Soon enough I get my turn to bat
And I know to make my hitting sublime
“You can’t think and hit
At the same time”.
As a coach I gave great advice
To my players lined up under the trees.
To get started, men,
We’ll “pair up in threes”.
I try to be
Helpful and gentle
They should always remember
“90% of the game is half mental”.
And to help them
To live life better
I say, “never answer
An anonymous letter”.
“You can observe a lot
by watching” all the other guys
and seeing how they make the ball
really really fly.
-Rick Zieser 2/29/12
How did this happen
ReplyDeleteSurely Ms. Pappen
Is that even a word?
This is just so absurd
I don’t know where I am
Excuse me ma’am I am in a jam
I don’t know my name
Or from where I came
Oh, please help me…
Never mind, I’ve figured it out
I am a member on Glee
No wait I’m birch tree
No that can’t be right I must be a sailor at sea
I give up, what do I care
My life seems so bare
If I can’t remember who I am
I must just be a boring shlem
What am I saying, my mind is in a whirl
I think that I just might still hurl
Ben Roethlisberger to Tim Tebow
ReplyDeleteYou crushed my dreams
At your Mile High
You broke my heart
I wanted to die
Football is my life
The playoffs, my fantasy
To see your bad arm beat me
Was truly a catastrophe
You are the quarterback
That people adore
But if you played like you prayed,
Then we could settle the score
It was all in your receivers
Not in your throw
If Thomas had failed
No one would see you as a pro
The overtime was unfair
I didn't have a chance
I could have shown you, kid
And you wouldn't even get a glance
I wish we could have a rematch
Because you deserve to lose
All this winning won't help you
When you become old news
My team is let down,
My ego is hurt
This rookie crushed me
My fans will avert
Abraham Lincoln
ReplyDeleteIn control of a troubled nation
All I have is my imagination
Two different opinions
People being treated as minions
People treated poorly
I must do something surely
Would a war do the trick
I need to do something quick
The reason is in the North
They need to push forth
People may think me smarmy
To free I need an army
Need to let the people know
How this is supposed to go
All men are created equal
One race should not be so lethal
In control of a troubled nation
All I have is my imagination
Two different opinions
People being treated as minions
http://sc94.ameslab.gov/tour/alincoln.html
What Meat Should Really Be Used For
ReplyDeleteGaga is the name
I’ll do anything to get my fame
I’m not afraid to stand out
If I don’t get publicity I will pout
That’s right, I’m wearing a meat dress
It smells bad, I have to confess
There are photographers all around me
The center of attention I shall be
I dyed my hair blue to look like a mermaid
Being normal is something that makes me afraid
My shoes could be mistaken for someone’s dinner
But at least when I sing I’m a winner
So put on some makeup and strike a pose
If your heels hurt, oh well, no one knows
My outfit was made of pure steak
Maybe that is going to be a mistake
I stand here in this photo
ReplyDeleteI’m in an army you see
which goes again the Ministry
I’ve been taught by no other than The Boy Who Lived
I’ve learn to disarm, jinx and hex
Because I learned from the best
I belong to Dumbledor’s Army
We fight to protect ourselves, our home: Hogwarts
From The Room of Requirement to the Ministry of Magic
To the Battle of Hogwarts we fight
But it’s the end of the day
When I hope and pray
Where I hope there’s pudding
And the quote of the day is oh so easy to say
When in doubt blame the nargles
My foot steps off the edge
ReplyDeletePanic pulses through my veins
Thousands of feet in the air
I have gone
The panic transforms into adrenaline
As the wind whips through my hair
My feet dangle in the open
The sky is just inches away
My screams of horror turn into screams of delight
As I near the end, I cherish the moment
This pure ecstasy
This pure felicity
Oh how I never want to leave
ReplyDeleteThis beautiful place where sea meets land.
When I return home,
All the laughter will seize.
For they all live very far away,
While I live quite close.
I bring us together every year
To this beautiful beach.
Paying for it in full,
With my husbands hard earned bills.
Here were together and cheerful
While the ocean waves hit the shore.
So peaceful.
So happy.
Oh how I never want to leave.
You could say its just another Saturday
ReplyDeleteBut I wouldn't agree
Today my new family
Picked up me
I hardly slept last night
Waiting in excitement
This morning
It was tough to keep silent
I'm so happy
I just want to scream
Finally its coming true
My 9yr long dream
They arrived at Jodi's
I hopped in the truck
We drove to the museum
Where I got to feed a duck
As we walked around
All I could picture
Is what it will be like
When this family is my permanent fixture
Seeing their house
Was such a delight
Everything is just as I expected
So cheery and bright
My new big sister
Kept snapping photos
She's so nice
She even let me wear her old clothes
Right now
I am feeding a mule
It's the first time I've seen one
This experience is so cool
I don't want to go
Home to Jodi's this evening
I wish this day would never end
I've had such an amazing time, believe me.
**This little girl (9yrs old) was supposed to be my younger sister**
Kicking the ball through
ReplyDeleteUprights that are 18 feet wide
Not a lot of room for error
Easy, right?
Wrong
In this situation
I must make everything
3 seconds left
This will send us into overtime
Oh Lord, please let me make this
If i don't i will surely be shunned
If Britain drops this
We will both be shunned
It has to be perfect
My laces to the ball
Simple right?
Wrong again
Not with a hundred thousand plus fans
Millions of people watching
Oh please
Let me make just this one
WE MUST WIN!
In a little Wyoming town
ReplyDeleteIn a sea without a shroud
With no other boats around
Sat a Colbalt tall and proud
The captain of this ship
The master of this craft
Cruised without a slip
From the power of the aft
Skimming across the lake of glass
No malfunctions to be seen
Boat at the top of its class
And red canyons set the scene
When the day was done
All that was left
Was a Colbalt tall and proud
And the captain of this ship
The master of his craft
Tupac Shakur
ReplyDeleteI come from a poor family
I had a hard childhood
Now I am looked upon
As one of the greatest rappers
From humble beginnings
To fame and fortune
I take every day as it comes
I know that from here,
It will only get better
And life will only get easier
Times were tough, but look at me now
I’m the king of rap,
And all I had to do
Was “keep [my] head up”
Smiles glowing in the sun
ReplyDeleteAs the two angels laugh
Blonde haloes sparkling
They both call my name
I turn and am warmed
By their familiar faces
As they race to me,
Warmth radiating off their bodies
These two cannot be so perfect,
But they are,
And I’m proud to call myself their
Father
-Julia S.
DeleteWoman in White
ReplyDeleteFinally I have something borrowed, new, blue, and old
A beautiful white dress, without a crease or a fold
I walk step by step down the aisle
Everyone’s ones faces turned to me with a smile
Nervous, I can’t hear a sound
Music fills the air around
My heart fills with happiness and pride
I walk to the beat of “Here Comes the Bride”
Anxious to read out my vows
Remembering the memory’s that lead up to now
The moment has come; I stand straight in my shoes
I look in his eyes and whisper “I do”.
THE WINNER
ReplyDeleteWell I just won a trophy,
First place I did come in,
I won, I won, and I won,
Now I can rub it in.
Perhaps I should jump around,
Or dance about with glee,
Who cares if anyone else is bothered?
Thrilled and happy I must be.
I’ll go and ring some doorbells,
Tell them all how I just won,
I’ll tell them how I beat them all,
Though there was only one.
My record will still stand,
As endless time goes on,
Until perhaps another will challenge,
And now the game is on.
Carousel
ReplyDeleteIt's been a while
Since we've all been
Together
Well, we're not
All
Together
Anymore
The two of us have been separated
From the rest
That's alright
The carousel begins to spin
Round
And round
And round
It goes
Sometimes I wonder
What would happen
If someone fell under
The ride
That's perhaps a very
Morbid thing
To wonder
I'll put it out of my mind
Round
And round
And round
It goes
I hear so much laughter
We're all having
A pretty good time
The smile on my face
Is real
Round
And round
And round
We go
Until we come
To a
Stop
So little air,
ReplyDeletePride fills my heart.
I'm wide awake,
Despite the early start.
My friend right beside me,
My whole world behind me,
My first fourteener, done.
Wishing, and planning,
To hike many more.
Bright blue above me,
A sea of green below.
We'll stay in this moment
Forever.
~Katie C.
Up, and up, and up we climbed,
ReplyDeleteI was having a great time.
When all of a sudden, we reached the top,
And that is when the fun stopped.
Time and space began to slow,
And in this picture, my face does show,
The danger and horror this ride brought.
It left me incredibly distraght.
Never again has my family convinced,
Me to ride a roller coaster since.
-Elly Jack
Michael Jordan
ReplyDeleteYou can't guard me I am the best of my time
If you were to block this shot you would be commiting a crime.
You are a good defender but not good enough
to bad you have to guard me this game is going to be rough.
As soon as the ball left my hand I knew it was going in
with this shot my career of being clutch will begin.
We both play basketball and you are my friend
but this shot will be the dagger that brings your season to an end.
Basketball and me we just blend
this is the start of my future as a basketball legend.
this terrifying fear of not knowing
ReplyDeletehow I will live, if I will live
grips me at times so violently,
so suddenly that my hijab
becomes stifling
it strangles me
until I am blue in the mouth
and my knees are weak.
But I know many things
I know that if I live
I will marry, have children,
that I will hide my face
from the world
forever
I know that one day
if I live
I will leave this refugee camp
and this will be my fate
I know all of this and
have come to accept
this fate.
Yet I am still terrified
and there is a pain in my chest
that has rooted itself so deeply,
I feel that if I were to tear it from
my soul
I would die.
But as I live, I live with a
never mending gash
dark as an abyss
which I have jumped down
into and am always falling
but I know this descent
will come to an end
with a jarring halt
which explodes every
nerve and bone
of my being.
There is a question
which I cannot answer,
about this chasm,
it looms above my head
and strangles me as if
I were a dog on a leash
trying desperately to run away.
I ask myself this question
which I cannot answer,
over and over
I ask myself,
am I terrified of
the fall
or of
the ground?
I’m not afraid
ReplyDeleteI don’t remember really breathing, living
Not even once in my life
Like an empty shell wasting at the chance to be human
I couldn’t help it
I did try but trying is just a word for people who can’t
I’m not afraid because I live an empty shell
I’m not afraid because I don’t really know all too well
But when death hits me
I won’t let it leave me
Matt Holliday
ReplyDeleteBall flies of the bat,
Tap up.
Jamey jogging to first, he's done his job.
Now I got to do mine.
Head down, listen for Richie.
GO!
Jump of the base,
Running faster than I ever will.
Half way there, ball a quarter of the way.
At the plate,
Ball arrived late.
Mauled by my teammates with a busted chin,
But I don't care.
We're going to the playoffs.
Global brothers
ReplyDeletePicture taken, smiling big,
With arms around my brothers.
All three at different years in our lives,
But all three going through change.
One off to England, living in the countryside,
In the peace of the land, away form the ocean tide.
One going to Japan, a place of ancient wonder.
His family helping others and each other.
I, I wasn’t sure where I would go.
School wasn’t right for me.
With no wheels, and friends far away,
My opportunities weren’t a sea.
But I have a future,
A place to go.
Things to see,
Wonders to know.
Just like my brothers, I take the next step,
Into my adventure.
Yes, here I am on a ranch,
In the heart of Mexico.
Making friends, learning anew.
Just like my brothers, us global brothers.
Brothers wherever we go.
Mia Hamm--Break in the Line
ReplyDeleteSo many moves in my mind
But only a few seconds remain
A break in the line I shall find
And the cheers will come find me like rain
I break to the left and the right
And throw in a couple of turns
The goalie is now in my sight
The feeling to shoot, it burns
"Control yourself" I say
as the feeling to score grows brighter
The chips will fall as they may
And I will be my own fighter
The ball leaves my foot in slow motion
And th goalie dives to the right
And that's when I get a notion
That they have given up the fight
The back of the net, it sways
And the ball spins on it's own
The score board beats down on me in rays
And it's clear my skill has grown
The score may be small
But it has shown we've won
The break in the line made a call
And I made the run
~Taylor O
In my little well lit room
ReplyDeleteFull of happiness, not of gloom
With my camera I just took
A picture that’s going on Facebook
Life is good
Cause looking ahead
I can drive with my keys
Driving through snow flurries
Out the window
The chilly airflow
Of wind in mountains
That freezes the aspens
I'm excited for boarding
My gear is still storing
But hopefully now
I can go hit the pow
Life is so good
In my snowy neighborhood
Now off to the resort
With my car as my transport
Marlee Matlin and Sean Berdy as Melody and Emmett Blesdoe on Switched at Birth
ReplyDeletePerspective: Marlee
“What is this?” I ask in fury.
He shrugs. He shrugs it off.
But it isn’t nothing. Not by a long shot.
“What is this?” I ask again. This time he is
Mad, mad, mad.
But he cannot hide
The fact that he has been
Hurt. Lied to. Betrayed.
“She did nothing wrong” he replies
I can’t believe he still believes
In her.
It’s my turn to step in-
And this time I’m not waiting.
Not again.
My hands fly, so do his.
We argue. Fight. Argue. Fight.
Go in circles-never ending, never ceasing.
Our talk is silent,
But our fingers speak volumes.
And then, quickly as it started,
It’s over. Per usual. Except not like the other times-
This time he is done.
He’s moving out.
He’s gone.
~Elli S.
We fly through the fields
ReplyDeleteOn a wild wagon race
And no matter how old I get
I will never slow my pace
With my family all around me
With a smile on my face
As we fly down the hill
On this crazy wagon race
And as I travel down the hill
With the viking hat I wear
I know there's something special
In the clear mountain air
My family's all around me
Here and there and there
And every year we travel here
To our mountain house so fair
To spend time together
And breathe the sweet clear air
-Colleen Richards
As a little girl
ReplyDeleteI expected the world
to hold great and amazing things
Younger was better
and so much easier
Because the weight of the world
didn't sit on my shoulders
And I never was in trouble
Because I never made big enough mistakes
that mattered and kept me up all night
Cause when I was little
I didn't know any better
And i believed in everything
And everyone else believed in me too
-Baergen S
Best Friends
ReplyDeleteWe always see each other
You treat me like your mother
But the way we feel for each other
Is more like sisters
Constantly fighting
Bickering
But we always make up
And keep on living a life of fun
People do not see us
For we are always in a big fuss
We run around like little kids
Leaving a trail of lids
Forever messy
Always dirty
It’s just the way we live
All day long
Shure we leave a mess
That doesn’t make us laugh less
They all will soon see
How great of friends we can be
We would lie for each other
Die for each other
We are sisters
Not by blood but by love
They will never understand our minds
Our lives are of different kinds
We spend our time having fun
Riding the carousel of life
I dream dreams of falling stars
ReplyDeleteAnd big houses with shiny cars
I dream of people coming home
Of men in armor that has been shown
That reailty for me is not the truth
I have just a telephone booth
To talk to my father my brother my best friend
I know that eventually it will come to an end
But until that day I will wait at this phone
Wait until the day that they bring you home.