MPitS - Mendocino High School

MPitS

Mendocino High School

2005/2006

Ode to Earth

You, the sun, shine brightly.

You brighten up my day

and my life.

You, the rain, so peaceful

and refreshing. You, the rain,

who washes away my yesterday

you, the rain, set a calming mood.

You, the ocean,

crash with adventure and excitement

to awaken my day with a memorable journey.

You, the tree, to shade my anger.

You, the wind, to blow away my restless thoughts

to a comforting moment

inside myself.

Nicki L
10th grade, Mendocino HS
Scott Meltsner, Poet Teacher

I Find Mine

I see a sea and shy away

a sea of people

lost in their world

content with what works

what they have come to know

a part of me yearns

yearns for peace of mind

each has his love

but until I find mine

I wander on.

Jason Deutsch
10th grade, Mendocino HS
Scott Meltsner, Poet Teacher

Ode to the Letter "P"

I ode to the letter P,

not 1, 9, or C, but P

its royal curves descend

(Make amend?)

Princes, plastic spoons, and paper dolls

it's a gentle free for all

P strokes my sentence

like an astronaut landing on the moon

impacts the sound of your voice

makes a small step

but large difference

like a butterfly in a storm

their wings flap silently

but does anyone hear it

above the roar of thunder

the claps and explosions

of course the butterfly is heard

it stands out

out above the bleak, miserable gray skies

like P

not W, R, or Z.

Kayla B.
10th grade, Mendocino HS
Scott Meltsner, Poet Teacher

The monkey swings from the rafters

The night is a silent tomb

What is the sound of a tear drop?

Her shattering heart splintering

The night is a silent tomb

She doesn't know what to do

Her shattering heart splintering

Stuck there in her prison-like room

She doesn't know what to do

The craziness sets in

Stuck there in her prison-like room

her shattering heart splintering

This what they tell her

that she's just a stupid little girl

a monkey swings from the rafters

The night's a silent tomb

she's just a stupid little girl

what is the sound of a teardrop?

Stuck ther in her little room

a monkey swings from the rafters.

Tina G.
9th grade, Mendocino HS
Scott Meltsner, Poet Teacher

The aroma of juicy sweetness

the lush distant taste of heaven

I can feel the warmth sliding down my throat,

I feel unnaturally thin.

I feel my tummy beating against itself

The day was long, my heart was withering away,

The sun it didn't want to leave so it stayed.

Finally that sweet aroma was now tangible

and the distant taste now melted on my tongue,

and the warmth now filled my belly.

I believe all the food is gone, and my belly full and warm.

So I stood up and looked down

and to my surprise, I couldn't see the ground!

Kaitlin Hanna
10th grade, Mendocino HS
Scott Meltsner, Poet Teacher

Struggle

day and night

I

struggle through

the

mist falling through

darkness

I am bound by

this evil that

eats away

at me

the

cancer

of my

Life

is

struggle

I begin here

in the forest

in the darkest dark

of a dark place

I await as a small seed

living off my mother's life

I fall through her

arms to the ground

I hit

calling up to her

but she can't hear up there

the rains come

and I float away

down the newly formed creek

suddenly

we stop

I am covered in the darkness

black earth surrounds me

god covers me

in this earth

and the rains come again

but this time

they give me life

I grow

I break

out of the earth

I see the light

and I know I am a tree.

Jasper P.
9th grade, Mendocino HS
Scott Meltsner, Poet Teacher

Ode to My Glasses

Ah, sight!

How I miss you.

Without you,

I have to squint.

It is because my glasses are gone.

They are M.I. A.

Missing.

In.

Action.

Someone is probably

using them to burn bugs.

I remember when I first got you,

my M.I.A. glasses.

The lady with the mole on her nose

handed them to me

and said, "Here you go."

I could see everything!

Road signs, the chalkboard,

what I was wearing...

Now when, I go hug a friend

and realize that it's an old man

(with glasses)

I miss you even more.

For every old man

I accidentally hug,

it's another minute

I spend thinking of you.

Come back to me

MIA glasses!

Simone S.
9th grade, Mendocino HS
Scott Meltsner, Poet Teacher

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