2006/2007
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Mendocino Community High School 2006/2007 |
Sincere Lips
It doesn't interest youa stranger to this noise
a stranger to green harmony of longing
the stanza disjointed
Full phrases diss
gruntled
diss loud conflict
in full effect
I want to fill this noisy place with smooth
Concentrated melody
I want inspiration to glow like halos
gilded about each
conscious being
It doesn't interest me these jibs jabs jibes joy mundane fruit
of soulless grins
I want enchanted language to ripple sweet succulent syrup
into the minds of nay sayers and mongers of grief
Re-use the knocks of stiff uppers
to languid smiles of sincere lips
I want to re-kindle nourishment to a billowy blaze of orgasmic ever blooms
That each babe might flourish in evolutionary glory
It does not interest me
Who you might
Think you are
I want to know
Who you
Be
L.G.K
Mendocino Community HS
Lavender Grace Kent, Poet-Teacher
A new love between the rocks and the seaWaves.
The sound of splashing waves on the cold sea rocks.
How the wave always tries to press itself against the rocks,
but never gets close
It always tries and never gives up
The deep water seeing how the rocks reject it but it never
gives in
It tries
The wind comes to the blue waters but this is not enough
This cool tide only the rocks
This splashing water loves the feel of the cold rocks
Splash, swish, whoosh
That is the sound of a new love between the rocks and the
sea
Clara S
Mendocino Community HS
Lavender Grace Kent, Poet-Teacher
Bagel-y; Better; and Bittersweet Strawberry
Mona walked down the street, headed for the bagel store
Bagels were Mona's favorite food
Along with chocolate-chip pancakes
and watermelon bubblegum
and tangerines (so cheap and juicy)
Okay, so maybe they were pretty high up there
Especially if you toasted it and put
peanut butter on it
Mmm, perfection.
So, Mona was on her way to the bagel store
Not a place you would normally go
Unless you were craving a bagel
which Mona was
Obviously
Otherwise
she wouldn't be thinking
about bagels
Durr
Bagel is a funny word. Like a doily.
She opened the door to the bagel store
and breathed in. It smell so ...
bagel-y.
Mona was also pretending that she was from
the distant planet
Moogle norkistanahali, where
you pronounce everything exactly the way it's spelled
You don't believe it exists?
look it up on wikipedia
or something.
She got to the counter, and placed her order
"I'd like-ee one eh-gah-gah bah - gle with cream cah-heese, please?"
The
cashier didn't think
it was funny
Mona was about to collapse from holding in her laughter
"Do you want it toasted?"
"No I'm okay." Sicker snicker
Everybody knew Mona, so it was hard to get away with anything interesting. Like this.
She glanced down at her striped feet.
Stripy socks would never go out style
She wiggled her toes
This was so much more rewarding than normal, solid socks
Yes, stripy socks were Mona's trademarks
Kara K
Mendocino Community HS
Lavender Grace Kent, Poet-Teacher
Mona Lisa SmileThe light plays across the folded ripples of her sleeves
Skitters over her throat and bounces onto her face
Dances with the shadows at the corners of her eyes
And finally is absorbed into the surrounding dark
She smiles in the light, but her eyes, cupped by silent shadows, mourn
Like dark globes of chocolate cast upon white moons, they weep without tears
The dry phantom droplets bounce against her veil
Slip down her full cheeks
And fall soundlessly away
And all the while the road behind her slips away to places she can never go
Past the blurred mirages of blue lakes and muted trees
So she folds her sun-drenched hands against the dark velvet of her skirt
And smiles
Smiles a smile that's hardened by dry cracked paint
Immortalized by a few bush strokes against the canvas of her life
Marie C
Mendocino Community HS
Lavender Grace Kent, Poet-Teacher
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