It’s been too long since I’ve written a poem
I have to get these thoughts out somehow They are clogging up my memory Like a phone I only have so much that I can handle Before I overheat And loose control To the point Where I can’t hold anything else Not even a single trace of a memory
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Oops I left my class The buttons are poorly placed Remote learning stinks I feel victory within me,
a breath of fresh air, the feeling of minty fresh wind. Top-notch work, non-stop. I'm done, I can sit back and relax, slack and stay intact. I feel like a brand new cadillac. Piano words
A piano is a train, that takes you away To a wondrous land To dance through the day A piano is a bridge, Connecting all those With songs in their hearts Who dare to oppose A piano is a story A story of love Whether black as night Or white as dove “Hey, Annalise!” I ignored Jack and continued to browse the baker’s booth, enjoying the scent of freshly baked goods. “Why do you wear that stupid red riding hood?” Do not turn around and punch him. Don’t.
“Is it because your crazy old granny made it?” That did it. “Leave her alone!” I spun around to glare at Jack. “She’s not crazy!” “Oh, of course not,” He said, smirking. “Tell her the town witch says hello!” Blinded by anger, I scooped up a rock and hurled it at Jack’s smug face. The stone bounced off his forehead, leaving a mark the color of my cloak. It took a moment for it to sink in. Then Jack’s face contorted with rage. “Get her!” I turned and ran, cradling my basket of forgotten groceries. They wouldn’t follow me into the woods, where granny and I lived. Everyone spoke of a fearsome wolf, but that was just nonsense. Probably. Sure enough, Jack’s gang (I called them the Jack Jerks) stopped at the entrance to the woods. But I kept running until I could no longer see the village. Then, exhausted, I trudged along, breathing the cool forest air and wishing with all my heart for a friend. *** I had begun to feel like someone was watching me. A rustle here, a dark shadow there, a distant howl. I shivered. Could the rumors be right? Was there a wolf in the woods? I need to get home, now! I gripped the handle of my basket rather harder than necessary and ran, for the second time, my eyes darting nervously about the forest. Five minutes later I stopped, about three-quarters of the way home. There was a silver wolf on the path. Pacing. A terrified sob built in my throat. As if he sensed my fear, the wolf sat and said in perfect English, “Do not be afraid. I won’t hurt you.” “That’s very kind of you,” I said, trembling. “To show you I mean no harm, will tell my name,” he said. “Loki. What’s yours?” “Red,” I lied. Granny had taught me never to tell my real name to a stranger, and Loki the creepy wolf definitely fell into that category. He moved closer. I smelled blood on his breath. “What an ironic name. Where are you headed?” he asked. I stepped back. “Home.” I was careful not to give too many details. I didn’t trust Loki. “Don’t you have parents? This is an awfully dangerous trip to make alone. Not all wolves are as friendly as me.” Yeah, right. “I have a grandmother,” I said. “She’s at our cottage, sick.” Argh! Why did I tell him that? So much for as little detail as possible! I bit my lip and hoped he hadn’t noticed. “If- if you don’t mind, I should get home now. My grandmother will worry….” “Oh, of course,” Loki snarled. “Safe travels, Red.” And with that, he prowled away. *** An hour later, home, and I was flooded with a warm sense of relief. Escaping from a homicidal wolf does that to you. I burst through the door. “Granny! You’ll never believe what happened on the way back!” “What is it, dear?” came her voice from the bedroom. It sounded odd, lower and hoarser than usual… “Are you all right?” I asked, standing hesitantly by the doorway. “You sound a bit strange…” “Just a cough, I’m afraid. Come in, dear.” I went in to find granny in the bed, hidden by the blanket. “Come give your granny a hug, and then we can talk about your adventures.” I pulled back the covers, but granny was nowhere to be seen. Instead, I saw the face of a snarling wolf. Loki. He lunged, and then there was darkness. INXS, The Kinks, and more..
Hopefully some of you got a chance to try out some of the bands that I recommended last time, and I hope you had liked them. I have a couple more bands, again all from the 70’s, 80’s and 90’s. Inxs was a band formed in 1977, consisting of Michael Hutchence, Jon Farriss, Tim Farriss, Andrew Farriss, Kirk Pengilly, And Gary Beers. Michael died suddenly, and the band tried to replace him but ended up disbanding. I recommend their songs “Need You Tonight”, “Never Tear Us Apart”, and “Mystify”. The Kinks were formed in 1964, and disbanded in 1996. The band consisted of Ray and Dave Davies, Pete Quaife, and Mick Avory. Many other musicians joined later, but these are the original four. I recommend the songs “All Day, And All Of The Night”, written in 1964, “You Really Got Me”, also written in 1964, and “Waterloo Sunset”, written in 1967. Peter Gabriel started singing for Genesis starting in 1967, but left the band to go solo in 1975. He wrote “Sledgehammer” in 1986, “In Your Eyes” also in 1986, and “Solsbury Hill” in 1977. I hope you will like some of these songs, and explore more from the 1980s. This passage was written for a class assignment in Ms. Cormier's gr.6 ELA class, working on themes from "A Long Walk to Water" by Linda Sue Park. Ifo Refugee camp Kenya 1996 Salva sipped the water slowly, trying to save it. If he was lucky he would get one or two tablespoons of clean water everyday, the rest he would have to get from muddy puddles that had diseases in them. Salva was now twenty one, a young man. If he was back in Sudan, he would have been recruited into the army. He shivered, remembering Uncle Jewiir and the rebels. He was lost in thought when Mpho called him. “Salva!'' he said. “Thato wants to see you at the board!” He sounded excited, so Salva carefully put the water in a plastic bowl and covered it to keep it safe. Then he ran to the board. “What is it Thato?” he asked. “My name, it’s right here!” the little boy explained excitedly. “I’m going with Panlo to Ken- Kentucky!” Salva felt torn, “I want to be happy for my friend, but how can I, when he is going and I am not?” “That’s great, Thato,” he said. “When are you going to America?” Thato frowned “Uh, it says tomorrow!” Salva grinned at him, but inside he felt like a madman. “Why does he get to go and not me?” he screamed in his head. “This is so unfair. Of course my whole life has been unfair so…” He trailed off, realizing that he was just going to have to accept it. Just as he had accepted crossing the Gilo river, because he had to. Just like eating rotten food. Just like losing his family. Just like resigning to live out his life in refugee camps. “I should just be happy for my friend.” Salva slowly walked back to his tent while Thato ran around, telling everyone he knew that he was going to the USA. Salva was moping in his tent when the dinner rations came around, one half of a worm ridden potato and three bites of rotten meat. Not a good meal by any means, but it was food and food was good especially after his long walk. Salva was giving up, “I haven't done anything except ruin peoples lives. Uncle died because of me and now I am staying here in this prison forever.” Salva sighed and in that sigh there was a sound of resignation and defeat. “I will never be anything except a failure. I couldn't even save my family.” Just then, Scootsa poked their head into the tent. “Hey Salva!” “Hey Scoot.” “What’s wrong, Salva? You look down.” “I am.” “Why?” “I’m a failure.” “What do you mean? You took 2000 boys from The Gilo to Itang to here. You're not a failure, you saved all those boys lives. Do you know what that means to them?” “No.” “Come on I want to show you something.” Salva and Scootsa walked back to the board. Scootsa pointed at the third column of names where Salva had looked everyday except today. “Your name is right here.” “What do you mean?” “Take a look at the board.” His name was right there, Salva Dut, Rochester NY. Salva was going to America. Celebrate Women's History Month!
Winter is almost at its end,
as we enter the summer bloom I presume there will be flowers within an hour the sun rays will lay amongst me while I swim in the dim of the light, outside the night is where the delightful wonderful, waves brush upon me. When cold goes away the bold, bright, beaming Sun comes to take its place. |
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