2009/2010
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Mendocino Middle School 2009/2010 |
Rooms of Deserts and Cities of Forests
This
rain splats against the window
dark and cold
shivering under the covers
as I read by flashlight.
This is where I am
But not where I belong
The book is full of forests
full of demons, good, and bad
that burn away to deserts
an endless stretch of sand
This is where I wish I was
But not where I belong
And then when I move away
to a city cemented gray
lights that blink, in the cold dark night
as I walk home to an apartment painted white
This is where I thought I’d be
But not where I belong
Is there a place where I belong?
Is there a place where anyone does?Celeste
Grade 7, Mendocino Middle School
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher
I’m Happy!
Blah-Blah-Blah, superman,
bricks made of cheese,
a card board box! Yay!
Yellow. Blue. Not red. Eraser.
Lazers that burn through
5,000,000,000 miles of solid
metal! Yay! Bread under the
couch! Green paper. Mold.
Grumpy elf. 10:50 a.m. Super
Ninja Hyper LEMONADE
attack!!! With a cherry on
top! Pennies! Yay! 1, 2, 3, 4,
5, 7, 8, 10, 12, 15, 19, 36,
BOOM! I eat cereal for
breakfast. Red curtains!
Teddy bear and blue sofa! Oh-no.Finn
Grade 6, Mendocino Middle School
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher
This is the Hour When. . .
This hour is when
the sun sets over the sea,
making the water seem
like a thousand dancing rubies.In the flowing water a soda can floats
above the water
like a beacon of light in a dark world.A lone shark circles.
Circles a shipwreck.
Jellyfish swimming in peace.A robin sings its last song of the night.
This is the hour when
the world is at peace.Isla
Grade 6, Mendocino Middle School
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher
The Ocean’s Mind
Does the ocean know everything?
Does it hold other life?
Does the ocean control us?
Does it understand why we die?Does it hold other life?
The whales swim quietly,
Does it understand why we die?
The sharks prey in the night.The whales swim quietly,
The plankton try to stay alive,
The sharks prey in the night,
The coral sway in total darkness.The plankton try to stay alive,
The sea anemones close up.
The coral sway in total darkness,
A dark shadow sways above.The sea anemones close up,
Does the ocean hold other life?
A dark shadow sways above,
Does the ocean know everything?Autumn
Grade 6, Mendocino Middle School
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher
Choices
What if love was illegal?
What if we could
never be together?
Would
time go so
slowly that
I’d jump?
How would I live on?
Without you could I
ever take another glance?What if we defied the
law?
Where would that
lead us?Who would create a
law to rip out our hearts?
Are we in control
of our hearts?
Or do they just run
free?
Maybe someday, somewhere,
somehow we could finally be together.
But is maybe a certain yes, or a
definite no?Misha
Grade 8, Mendocino Middle School
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher
Another Sad Poem
Look at the candle, the fire always
Look at the heat, you can’t it’s there but
invisible unnoticed like me
Love hate footsteps on a bench, a knife,
blood. White, the color of paper— all paper
the same and I’m just one of them.A photo in the album, a family smiling
holding a fish. I’m there— in the corner
forgotten, not wondered about, ignored.The salmon swimming up the river, red
like the others stabbed, gutted, dried, gone
like all life. Consumed, watched by me
at the table, devoured without a thought.Up down back white red blue, they are all death.
Freeze famine drown burn. I’m there alone,
below, longed for, feared
war-stained with something seen all too often
How souls, hundreds, thousands, leaving bodies crippled.I watch from the tree unable to prevent it.
Sad Anguish Shattered glass crumbling stone
a man black, dead, cold as a rock, left.
The killer joy unfazed deep blue eyes with an
icy stareLevers in a factory conveyor belts
pollution soda danger poverty. Every bad piece
cut out of everybody, dropped into a pot, boiled, stirred
served, made alive, pure rage tainted with the
dread and sorrow of all above unseen me.Corwin
Grade 8, Mendocino Middle School
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher
Strong
I come from a place
of noise
The waves crashing
seagulls crying
warm, guttural
speaking.
Where I come from, there is
color
the green of grass
the blue of boundaries
people who yell
and boast, at late
night parties,
as well as those
who smile, and
talk, and
care, but do
not back down.
The place I come from
contains strength
that holds the bones of such a small
island together
that holds the bones of people
who work hard
together.
This strength holds people’s wills
up high
It is this strength that allows
laughter,
that allows laughter
in good, or bad.
I am proud of this heritage.Fiona
Grade 7, Mendocino Middle School
Karen Lewis, Poet Teacher
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