MPitS - Anderson Valley High School

MPitS

Anderson Valley High School

2003/2004

Salvaje y Calma y Paz

Ahora son las cinco en punto de la mañana
contaré hasta trés y todo silencio
tendrá que quedar.

Los madrugadores que trabajan
ya no tendrán que madrugar
y las madres que lloran
por sus hijos ya no tendrán
que llorar, y dejarán de sufrir.

Los soldados que van
a las guerras y victoriosos
sin sobrevivientes
caminarán sobre el campo de batalla
viendo sus cuerpos destrozados
sin poder hacer nada.

Y los escritores de violencia
ya no escribirán las malas noticias
ya no saldrán y todos
los que están en una desunión
estarán unidos de corazon.

Savagery and Calm and Peace

Now, it is exactly five o'clock in the morning
I will count to three
and total silence will have to remain.

The early-risers who work
will no longer have to get up early,
and the mothers who cry for their sons
will no longer have to cry
and they will leave off suffering.

The soldiers who go to wars,
victorious without survivors,
they will walk on the battlefield
seeing their destroyed bodies
unable to do a thing.

And the writers of violence
will no longer write.
The bad news will no longer get out.
Everyone that is in disunion
will be united in their hearts.

Nemesis Magdaleno
10th grade, Anderson Valley HS
Jeannie Collins, classroom teacher

Today at four
I talked to my heart
He is the friend of my soul
I told him
Life has given us a path to walk
But since we are one
Let's wait like the sunrise
and the sunset
Let's struggle
at each step
and fall of life

Today when I was alone
I told myself
Salvador, life is beautiful
And I hope you feel happy
For each day God gives us

Today when I contemplate
that girl's love
It is more like a triumph
I give my love for her
She is the other part of my soul
Like a good soldier
I willfight for your love
no matter the distance
when there is love,
destiny comes.

Salvador Velazquez
11th grade, Anderson Valley High School
Jeannie Collins, classroom teacher
Scott Meltsner, poet-teacher

Las Doce De La Noche

A las doce de la noche,
Eran las doce en punto de la noche.
Un animalito empiesa su canto
A las doce de la noche
una flor abriendo sus petalos
A las doce de la noche,
lo demas eran cayados y solo cayados
A las doce de la noche.

El aire se llevo las hojas
A las doce de la noche,
Y el fuego quema los pastisales
A las doce de la noche
Ya luchan los animales con el fuego.

A las doce de la noche,
Y uncorazon olvidado
A las doce de la noche,
Comenzo el aire a soplar
A las doce de la noche,
Los cantos de los animals
A las doce de la noche,
En las casas el silencio.

At twelve o'clock at night

It was exactly twelve o'clock at night
A little animal started its song
At twelve o'clock at night
A flower opening its petals
All the rest were hushed and only hushed
At twelve o'clock at night.

The wind carried away the leaves
At twelve o'clock at night
and the fire burned the pastures
At twelve o'clock at night
the animals still fight the fire.

At twelve o'clock at night
and a forgotten heart
At twelve o'clock at night
The wind began to blow
At twelve o'clock at night
The animals' songs
At twelve o'clock at night
In the houses, silence.

Salvador Gacho
12th grade, Anderson Valley High School
Jeannie Collins, classroom teacher
Scott Meltsner, poet-teacher

BLUE

At the moment the blue clock from Wal-Mart
ticks off reminders
You should be doing Algebra 2
You could be doing history
It would be good to finish Spanish
You should...you could
mean so many things
like the ubiquitous nagging of a stereotypical mother
A voice that hounds a child's head like a haunt
until they retrieve the echo in their heads
and spit it back out to one of their own
Chewed up; but basically the same
like the apple suckers I always seem to eat

Hanging in the air is a mixture of pencil dust
Rotting oranges from the secret compartments
of my bathrobe
stained with years of living in the house
My father built
For eight years
Which could probably be why I am this way

And still...time has not stopped as I would have hoped
hoped for, but never prayed
During this time
four fingernails have been chewed off and digested
A discovery!
They taste better with remnants of blue nail polish
Which my tall quiet father can smell
With the senses of Clark Kent
The radio says that the 70's could continue
Until next week
But in this house
The very one my father built
It feels like they might be here to stay
Unaffected by the climate or my powder blue clock from
Wal-Mart
At least until...
Led Zeppelin, Janis, Jimi, and Larry Bird
Are not the topic of deep dinner time discussion

But right now
Their minds
My mind
are all sub-consciously leaning towards
This crooked, imprecise, ruler of time
That ticks for better or worse
Until death do up part
Which should...Could explain it all

Soquel Schafer
12th Grade, Anderson Valley High School
Scott Meltsner, poet-teacher

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