impossible

I WISH!


Yesterday was so amazing!
I wish it never would’ve ended.
It seemed so perfect looking into her eyes—
--like seeing my future,
--my hair turning grey and my skin getting
really wrinkly.
I was so happy growing old with her,
I think I will look again today!

Q's poem

QUESTIONS POEM


Will forever ever end?
They say that your eyes eventually close.
Will my time eventually come,
will I be no more,
Or will forever ever end?
Will the big man realize I wish to stay,
To keep loving and living.
I have many years left but they are going fast,
So will forever ever end?

Don't Eat Me!

Don’t Eat Me!
Can you imagine how disrespected you’d feel if you had a worldwide holiday dedicated to eating you and your family?! It’s rough. I deserve so much more than that. I do not understand what you people find so fascinating about eating me! I am a successful hen. I have children. I have a husband. I am not just a piece of meat! Those babies have to grow up with no mother because of you! It’s disgraceful! Think of it this way; you were walking home one day, minding your own business. SHOOSH! You’re captured, knowing that you would soon be dinner. Never going to say goodbye, and never going to be able to watch your family grow. HOW UNFAIR RIGHT?! It’s not right. So next time you pick up a fork and stare at me, remember that you are ruining a family, and the potential future of a newborn poult.

thanksgiving

THANKSGIVING COLLAGE


I am thankful for this world, with its fears and its happiness—
For the mounds of mashed potatoes covered in gravy,
For the clear blue sky without a cloud in sight,
For the same wisdom of my elders that I hear each year,
For the skill of the eye doctor making it to where I can see the fine details of the beautiful colors,
For the adrenalin rush watching the last few seconds tick by on the Broncos game,
For the gathering of family for one simple reason
For all of these, we gather to eat and give thanks, I thank you!

paint chip

SILLY SAMMY


Silly Sammy was a small piece of bread that lived in a plastic bread sack. He was only a little guy so he always had trouble finding and keeping friends. All until the day that Sammy met Billy. Billy was a very large piece of bread and had a very deep voice. He and Sammy had so much in common it was like they were brothers. Billy being almost three times as big as Sammy always had to watch where he was walking so he didn’t smash him. He did really good ad paying attention but there was something odd about Billy that Sammy was starting to notice. When Sam. Wasn’t looking Billy got a weird look in his eye and tried to hide it when Sam would turn around, but wasn’t very good at it. Finally Sammy got up the nerve to ask him why he always looked at him weird but Billy wouldn’t answer him. “Sammy!” called his mother so he turned around to see what was wrong with his mother when it happened. Billy finally snapped and chomped a whole out of Sammy. With only one leg Sammy hopped away as fast as he could but wasn’t fast enough for Billy took one more bite and Sammy was gone forever!

Secrets of Color

Secrets of color

Today, the world is sapphire blue -calm and relaxed.
Blue jays cautiously roam sidewalks buried in seeds,
as rain drops slowly drip from the clouds,
plunging into the crisp waves of the ocean blue.
Time passes slowly on this day of all days,
as the sky turns from baby, to royal, to navy, to midnight.
Today is a blue day –peaceful and carefree.

the secrets of color

THE SECRETS OF COLOR


Have you ever felt saffron yellow?
It is a really good mood, carefree and jubilant.
You are too happy to not grin,
Too fired up to be restful, too cheerful to worry.
The yellow is in your attitude;
You smile is often and everybody loves it!

series poems

SERIES POEMS


Scary sounds when I am alone—
The door screeches close,
Something moves upstairs,
Water pump turning on by itself,
My dog growling lightly behind me!
And some sounds are not just my imagination.

Dialogue Poem

Dialogue Poem

“Keep going!” Mind blurted out.
“I can’t!” screamed Body.
Determination shouted, “The race is far from over! Keep going!!”
Exhaustion shrieked, “I’m doing the best I can!”

A struggle, a moment of weakness.
But surprisingly, Willingness stepped in.
“Okay, one more mile is all. I can do it! I can do it!” she echoed.
One mile later, Accomplishment cheered,
“Success! The marathon is completed!”

Uncommon Recipes

Recipe for Gossip

Take a harmless event
Add in some ugly motives
Put in a very tiny pinch of actuality
Stir in your own opinion
Put in a good measure of “They say”
Add spicy details to boost up the taste
Sprinkle well with the spice of rumor
Heat slowly over the flame of envy
Serve secretly to as many people as you can,
As often as possible



If you start out with a completely harmless event, add in some ugly motives, a good measure of “They say”, a dash of your own opinion, and some spicy details, you are off to a good start. Mix these all together. Next, sprinkle in a spice of humor, and only include a very small pinch of actuality. When you have completed this, heat over the flame of envy, and serve to as many people as you want, secretly and slyly of course. Your recipe is complete.

uncommon recipes

UNCOMMON RECIPES

A failing grade

Ocean of back talking
Heap of not turned in work
Flurry of bad words
Sprinkle of try
Truckload of failed tests
Pocketful of others work
Empire of cheating
Lifetime of stress
Moment of willingness


First put ocean of back talking, flurry of bad words, pocketful of others work, empire of cheating all together in one day, each day. Throughout the semester put heap of not turned in work, truckloads of failed tests, and a lifetime of stress all together. Finally on the last week of the semester show a sprinkle of try and a brief moment of willingness.

dialouge poems

DAILOUGE POEMS


“No!” yelled my guts.
“Yes!” screamed my head.
Sportsmanship’s luster “You can’t.”
Hatred bubbles up, “Do it.”

It sat silently.
Hurriedly—picked it up.
The mirror , beamed a flash of light into his eyes,
“Direct hit, he flinched and missed!”

Remorse, unpleasant, joyful,
After, everybody yelled
The loud sound
Of Winning

origin story

Back in the day,
Tigers wore beautiful golden coats,
that they were very proud of.
One of the nicest coats belonged to Lee,
a very well known tiger in his woods.
Then one devastating day,
Lee was captured by a heap of feline hunters.
They wanted to use his coat
for blankets and clothing.
The hunters bound him down,
planning to hold him overnight.
Hour after hour Lee tugged,
pulling at the tightly stretched ropes.
The sky darkened
and the hunters left Lee.
He was alone outside, tied up.
PUUUUUULLLL! Finally, he broke free!
The hunters never found him again,
but still to this day,
the tiger has black, charcoal stripes,
from where the ropes
had bound him down!

origin stories

ORIGNIN STORIES


One evening,
Far into the future,
An island troll was skipping
Happily along the trail.
Away from humanity,
The troll resided in a cove along the Atlantic.
Seeing a odd colored clam
He reached in to the water to pick it up.
As the clam came out its mouth opened,
And the troll couldn’t believe it;
There was a pearl inside!
So he turned the clam back and took the pearl,
Each year returning on that exact day.
Waiting for that clam
And waiting to take his pearl once more.

Dictionary poem

Dictionary Poem

The penguin was always in such sadness
because of the frigid location he was stuck in.
He was always in such dismay.
One day, he ask the Ice Totem to relocate him,
and due to his probity, the happy penguin now abides in LA.

contrast poem

Contrast Poems

Our elder years—
relieved, relaxed, accomplished,
mature and qualified,
passing on teachings,
the knowledgably.

Our teenage years—
wild, rebellious, boisterous,
unaware and careless,
learning to grow up,
the inexperienced.

dictionary poems

DICTIONARY POEM


While drinking claret
30 fathoms away I watched
This hunter renovate,
He made this trap Near that old brown bush

personal identification

The sky


I change every minute,
Most for the better but some for the worse.

ballad

BALLAD


The bus,
The way I get down the road,
The ticket to my future,
Where I eat and where I rode.

I eat some food,
And take a nap;
Lay down in the isle
Not worrying about the map.

We are all excited to get there
And to reach our destination.
It is all fine and dandy
Until the examination.

I got on and saw my bag,
It was in the isle
And not where I had put it
Those stupid people must have took it.

Their money their checks,
Their cameras, their phones,
Everything was gone,
And their voices cracked in a very light tone.

My books, my bags,
Were on the floor
They took it so easy
Just by walking through the door.

My homework was gone
My phone was safe;
I was happy
But now it’s late.

I am doing it again
Just like I did before,
If only
They hadn’t broken the door.

one sentence poems

One-sentence poem


Turning the sky
Deep
Dark
Orange;
Only
Inches showing,
As the sun
Falls
On the
Horizon.

contrast poems

CONTRAST POEMS


With you –
Casual, unconcerned, joyful,
Content,
Relaxed and have fun,
Luckiest guy ever!

Showers and Storms.

Showers and Storms
Late afternoon.Children running out from the school doors.Birds chirp and fly high up above.The sun beats down on the earth.A shivering breeze picks up.Wind chimes begin the clash together.The birds no longer soar, instead they hide in trees.Enormous clouds cover the sun.WHOOSHH! Out of nowhere the sky begins to cry.Water pours down uncontrollably.Children begin to scurry inside again.Umbrellas sprout up across the land.The end!The sun peeps around the fading fog.The flowers lift their heads.The smell of freshness sweeps the air.

Morning After

Morning After

What a day yesterday was!
My back is killing me from those
unfit beds and chairs.
And those bowls, come on,
talk about being completely incorrect!
Oh well, I tried new things
and learned a lesson from it.
Next time I’ll stick to things my size.

Sound Effects

Sound Effects

Chugging down the tracks,
Hurrying its way down the tunnel,
Only one goal to fulfill
Overcome the broke track.
Clang, clang, the rails clash and spark together,
Hastily rushing down the route,
Oddly enough, dodging the mishap,
Overthrowing the chance of agony.

Animal Persons

Animal Persons

Dear midnight, when the moon comes out
and is its very highest in the sky,
the owl came out to perform.
With widened and piercing eyes,
he begins to sing his harmony.
Delivered with such perfection,
and no mistakes at all,
his tune sweeps across the land.
His screeching melody is heard everywhere,
near and far, here or there.
His beak closes, his neck turns,
he awaits the audience’s reaction.
The crickets chirp and the bats fly high,
and he starts again in encore.

Object Poem

Object Poem
Appearing bumpy and slick,
your corn and your skin,
now dried up and dehydrated,
yet still looking wholesome,
surviving the weather and the land.
Beaded with thousands
of small corn parcels,
and scattered distantlythroughout the plains.
Lifelessly sitting on the desk,
lies the remembrance of a time,
back in the day,
when this was the common nourishment.

Showers and Storms

SHOWERS ANS STORMS



Early evening.
Rays of scorching heat beam off tops of cars.
Green grass shrivels and lies down.
People lazily bathe in the air conditioning.

Skies Blacken.
A soft whistle comes through the back door.
Lost Wal-Mart bags leap barb wire fences.
Cows gather together and head for shelter.

Splash!
Threatened baseball players sprint to the locker room.
Sheets of water down pour on the metal roofing.
Sunken wholes fill and run over flooding the grass.

It’s gone!
Naked cousins soak and splash in the brown muck.
A single beam of warmth shines through the black clouds.
Glistening the world comes alive again and happiness is restored.

In touch with nature

IN TOUCH WITH NATURE

What made you so pretty?
Your flowers bright and yellow,
Your stems so shriveled,
Once full and alive
Now little and brittle,
You went through temperatures of cold and hot,
You were strong but now you are not?


The rough plains have made me,
Tough and sturdy.
I learned not to grow tall,
But short and stocky;
I grow down low on the hill
Rather than the top.

I have learned one thing from living out here,
Flying high in the wind
I was a seed looking for that spot,
I knew it had to be the right one
Because once I started growing I couldn’t stop

Letter poems

LETTER POEMS

Dear Great Grandma,
Your letter made my summerjoyful and exciting—
Memories of beautiful birds,
Reminded by their beautiful songs.
The sight of a Robin makes me think of you!
I love to hear your words,
Write me back soon!

Fairy tales revised

FAIRY TALES REVISITED

The day of the race,
Two men stepped onto the line.
Boom! The gun fired and they both took off.
I spoke to both of them before the race,
The first man was very confident and a little cocky,
The second man was just concentrated on winning the race.
The man in front was far ahead,
So he lay down to take a nap.
As his eyes cracked open
He noticed ha was about to lose the race,
Even with his great speed
No one could ever make up the ground he had lost.
As the slowest man finished the race
He turned around and told the other man
“Slow and steady always wins the race!”

The words are rollin' in!

As of today, I have written 9,842 words on my weekly reflections for Mr. Finley. Just think! He has to read all of that. I am still working on my piece in the style of Walt Whitman, "Pacific Song," in which I am still trying to incorporate my photos. Formatting on this site is trickier than on Microsoft Word. Hope to have it up by the end of the day.
Happy writing this week!
Mrs. Markle

Out of a Crowd...

He runs in,
Stops, and says something aloud to get the attention,
Hair is slicked sown with plenty of jell,
then plopped down, took a deep breath and looked around.
His hands never stop moving, he fiddles
With everything his hands come across,
Glancing, looking at the faces and not into the eyes of everyone,
Seeing if they are watching him,
Class goes the same every day!

Comparison Poems

Even better than an ice cold glass of lemonade,
Filled to the brim, sweat running down the sides it will keep you cool for a while,
Full of fresh sweetness,
Each swig you experience the softness,
Cool and smooth—
That’s you, grandma, always speaking charming positive words!

comparison poem

Comparison Poem
More desirable than the tender taste of angel food cake
topped with divine enjoyment and delicate pleasure
making every moment encountered worthwhile
Smothered with bliss and satisfaction
the experience is always memorable
delightful and pleasing—
That’s you Maria, my mother, and best friend.

In the spirit of Whitman

I sing of the last time I went rafting;
of the big blue waves, clear but dark
crashing lightly on the tree trunk bark.
My friends and family sit beside me,
Only one more guy and he is right behind me.

I sing of riding waves that throw your guts;
Very high and very low,
The waves go everywhere until they mellow.
They move from the right and the left,
My stomach starts to get a little upset.

I sing of getting wet and drying off;
The wave hits the rock and splashes you,
It comes in the boat and get in your shoe.
Your hair, pants, shirt, and your face,
Everything is wet like you are running a race.

The man is pretty nice but very strict,
For he has to be my life is in his hands.
He shouts out calls that mean left and right,
Here comes the rock it is in close sight.
It is up to you to read the sign,
For it is you that is walking the line

series poem

A perfect day can be destroyed by the most frivolous things— Waking up late and conveniently having a bad hair day,
Running late to school on the day of a test in first hour,
Losing your pencil right before creative writing class,
Discovering the project you thought was due Thursday, is actually due Tuesday,
And most the time, once your day starts to go downhill, it keeps going downhill!

It was a dark and story night...K.N.

It was a dark and stormy night when the fate of a whole dynasty was about to be destroyed. Thunder overpowering the castle like a piercing freight train, vivid lightning bolts flashing every 20 seconds, just enough to light up the highest window on the tower every time it struck. FLASH! There she stood, the princess of the throne, staring out the window with her dejected eyes, and mislead heart. Her left hand was fisted, and placed over her chest. In her right hand, she clenched onto something, but her lifeless arm dangled next to her insensitive body. Tears seemed to slowly crawl their way down her colorless face. The sight lasted but nearly a moment, and then disappeared back into darkness. FLASH! There she stood again, but this time, her right hand was positioned under her chin, parallel to her deadened eyes. The reflection of the lightning glistened off the jagged blade that was steadily pressed against her throat. She had finally had enough.

More Life is ... but probably not in the fast lane!

Life is a magic show,
Illusions and surprises
from all angles.
Now you see it--
now you don't!
Smoke and mirrors
How much is really real?
I can't wait for the next trick!

Life is an amusement park
full of bright lights
and tantalizing smells.
Then the bottom drops out
as events rush toward the void.
Where will I be tomorrow?
On top of the Ferris wheel swinging madly
Or careening into the sinister tunnel of oblivion?

Life is a spelling bee
Sometimes you get the picture
Sometimes you don’t
You ask and ask to have it repeated
But still a cloud of confusion.
Hopefully the dictionary
Holds the meaning of tomorrow.

Life is a picnic basket
Packed with delectable delights
Spread on a cozy blanket
Beneath the deep shade of a sheltering oak,
And then the ants
Come marching one by one.

Time Travel Poems

I used to be a nerd,
Doing all my homework and never missing a minute of class.
Now that I an older,
I do my work but have learned to have fun while doing it!


Before I knew her,
I thougth she was just another high school girl.
But now that I know her,
I could never do it without her!

"It was a dark and stormy night..."

“It was a dark and stormy night; the girl stumbled and slipped along the wet walls of the dark ally, searching for the next dumpster to rest on. The fog grew thick like white walls were being put up on all sides of her, hearing the splash of her left leg stepping into the black water puddle and the helpless slide of her right foot dragging slowly behind her. Drunk and incompatible her father (a drunken crack dealer in the back roads of New York City) bat his daughter daily. Searching for the closest item his dirt brown hands came upon the hammer. Finally she fell, not to get back up again flat dented sings of heavy blows to the face appeared everywhere.