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You made faces across the dinner table

I almost spit out my food

You showed me your yugioh cards

and taught me how dual

You cupped your hand over your mouth

when you had something to say

You hid our study books

so that we could just play

We roamed the grocery store as if we were on a safari

hunting for samples and hiding between aisles

We peaked around corners and flashed each other smiles

You told me your crush

or what girl caught your eye

Those days were fun but now your a little shy

Variation of Shakespearean Sonnet

Thanksgiving day is coming soon

a time to join with family and have a feast

We will all meet to eat around noon

and my uncles will watch football and rage of The Beast

Others suggest we go see a priest

But with the cold weather around i only think of June

How fun it would be if a boat was leased

As I gaze out the window to see the fall leaves blow

i smile as i hear the conversation flow

As i turn around my cousin jumps up into my chair

And with a playful smile i tickle her toe

Giggling she climbs down and asks if ill braid her hair

I braid the hair down her back and adorn her with jewels

And just as i finnish the oven dings and my mouth drools

Animal Poem

Koala

my back aches

and the wind tousles my hair

the young ones make racket down below me

disturbing my peace

just me and my bamboo

its all i need

Lion

I take a deep breath and puff my chest out

flex the muscles in my shoulders and feel the power of my legs beneath me

stretching, not a cat but a beast

chin up, i stroll out of my den

gazing upon my territory

I let a roar of satisfaction

You poem

You would make faces at me across the dinner table

making me almost spit out my food

You would show me your yugioh cards

and teach me how dual

You would cup your hand over your mouth

when you had something to say

You would hide our study books

so that we could just play

We roamed the grocery store as if we were on a safari

hunting for samples and hiding between aisles

You would tell me your crush

or what girl had caught your eye

Those days were fun but now your a little shy

Story Poem

Time to Grow up

fists fly

anger rages around them

red contorted faces glaring

the girl sits alone

sitting on a step

perched above the scene

past her bedtime

peering through the stair railing

her little hands clutch the iron poles and her face presses against them

She watches their chests heave in frustration and bodies dance wildly

Sputtering and spitting each other

Their voices crawling up to her spot on the stairs

profane words slither into her soft pink ears

Saying things they will later regret

a veil of innocence is pushed aside

time to grow up

Billy Collins REMAKE

This poem will be about a literal poem like the billy Collins poem i posted earlier.

dancing across the page

the pen full of ideas

dancing faster and faster with the sudden burst of thoughts

a hand sweeps across the page

admiring eyes take in work

from one hand to another its given to the world

sometimes she was gentle

cooing over the lines

other times she was harsh

ripping the seams

taking out all the meaning it once had inside

"as i write I create myself again and again"-Joy Harjo

I think im a willow

Seemingly sad at times but peaceful and comforting over all

Then the wind comes

it comes fast and cold

my long fluid branches rattle

and thrash around in the wind

the rain comes

the assault is over

i am really a birch

small and bare

thin trunk

stabilized on either side with chains wrapped around me and nailed to the side

in hope that one day i will grow to be big and branchy

A poem i like

Introduction to Poetry

Billy Collins

I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide

or press an ear against its hive.

I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,

or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.

I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author's name on the shore.

But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.

They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.

I love this poem because of the truth and creativity in it. The way the author describes people analyzing the poem is very cool and i like that new perspective. The whole poem gives a new perspective of poetry.

nothing drought horror blanket

upon the fields we gazed

the vast stretch of land

dried up with the drought

tall grasses deadened

I walk to the fields

the dry lifeless plants crunch under my feet

I look back at the house i once new

turned around and with a indifferent expression proceeded on my journey.

It had been left out from my younger sisters birthday party

Last week our parents threw her a party in the backyard

Refusing to go anywhere without it

she dragged that pale blue blanket around the whole time

when the clown finally arrived she had dropped it and ran over to see his tricks

now weeks later it sits out there now

covered in dew and gnats

a sickening odor of old milk protruding from it

I pick it up

its heavy and soaking wet

the cheap polyester is hardened and rough

I take a deep breath

do my best to hold it with two fingers

and make my way to the laundry room

Poem game

Anger

it doesn't regulate

I enumerate,

suffering, broken inside me

It yanks fury instilled within me

I pretend to be tolerably indiffrent

but it deems a strange affect upon me

torment clearly within

Happiness

She was practically skipping

Delicate ladybugs communicated colloquial sayings

Dragonflies fabricated myths

She was adrift in a panorama of pretend.

Confusion

Slender curves meant for me

broken for the price of discrimination

my indifference torments whatever it doesn't victimize.

is it that simple

Poems

1st: She deemed the voyage sordid

The deadpanned crew, tormented by the autonomy of the voyage

Utilizing the paradox of being adrift with the tempestuous sea

he assured her , enumerating reasons with his vulgar astonishment

Her delicate slender mouth instilled in fury.

poem #2

The faithful queen, blinded by summertime sparks. Mystique imperfections, dust upon her angelic face. Passion's glaring voice, mysterious visions censor fellowship.

Invisible metamorphosis visions under a wondrous willow

Story Set up

Act 1: Ruby is extraordinary, or at least that what she choses to believe. Mother is a bit eccentric, and her dad died when she was very young. Describe her room. Start story with her in the bathroom getting ready to go.

PP1:This day because Ruby is leaving for Spain, to live abroad this summer with a spanish host family to practice and become more fluent in spanish.

Act 2: ruby is learning about the culture and the people, she makes friends learns a little about faith sinks into the relaxed Spanish culture

PP2: Finds her self not over thinking and really enjoying her life now, not worrying about collage and about what will happen next. Calls her mom to talk, an uncommon practice.

Act 3: Ruby comes back home with a warm golden hugh washed over her and a content smile, giving her a look of wisdom and happiness that she didn't have before. She is easier, smiles come effortlessly, she has a joyful spirit and new appreciation for life, love, and God.

Friend conversation

Rachel got off her phone and waited for Kate's car to pull around the corner. A dark blue tahoe pulled up in front of her, as the window rolled down she saw kate's smiling face and smiled back saying, "So, where again are we going?"
"Get in!" kate replied motioning her with her hand. Rachel opened the passenger door and climbed in, Kate made a u-turn and headed back towards the highway. Now resuming their conversation kate urged, " I told you its the greatest mall ive ever been too, your going to love it."
"i guess i need some warmer clothes anyway."
Kate laughed, " you haven't changed a bit."
"what's that supposed to mean"
" Come on, in high school, you remember when we would do this all the time, and you would always warn us to be careful with our money and not spend to much in one store"
with an abashed smile, " It was a couple months before my 16th birthday, you know that made me a little anxious"
" yeah well now we are going to have fun its summer for goodness sake! We are going to get you a hot bikini and find some studs" she stated confidently.
" well you haven't changed so much yourself"
They both laughed and chattered excitedly about plans for that summer.

Recorded Conversation

On the bus to field hockey game
girl 1 -> Ok, really we are lost (glances out the window
girl 2 -> It hasnt really been that long, i mean if you think about it its way shorter that even Kinkaid
girl 1-> uhh yeah i guess...AHH! This is a joke! (trying to read out of history textbook but the bus is hitting every pothole)
girl 2 -> (grabs girl 1's water off her backpack) why smartwater
girl 1 -> oh ha-ha i dunno my mom is just obsessed with Costco and she like buys those packs of like 12.
girl 2 -> oh cool
girl 1 -> (grabs water back and flips over bottle) Look read it sometimes there are really funny ones
girl 2 -> (smiles) ha the little fish
girl 1 -> yeah thats on all of them.

Stealing

Stephanie lugged her sizable bag over her shoulder and coolly strolled into Claudia’s; her favorite boutique, located on Harper Street. Her brown suede flats made a barely audible sound clack against the wood floors as she entered the shop. One employee was busy with another customer behind the counter, saying something about a new shipment. The other girl was on the phone, fiendishly scribbling something into a pad. This was her chance, Stephanie walked around the warm small shop, stopping every so often to feel a textured blouse or dress. She walked up to a manikin standing next to a rack of blouses stacked up . As she turned her back on the employees she swiftly snatched up a red casual camisole and shoved it into her bag. Her eyes darted nervously back and forth between check out counter and the door. Breathing a little uneasily she closed her eyes and repeated the mantra: stay calm in her mind over and over. She briskly walked to the door, it was not going well, her hands were shaking. She was in panic mode but only looked slightly narcotic probably to an unassuming witness. When she made it out the door she took a deep breath of relief, calming herself with the smell of the crisp smoggy air. Now walking slower and calmly she released a small giggle of nervous relief, feeling more and more pleased as she walked farther away from the shop.

cheesy writing

There was an old lady she had 3 cats. As she sat in her rocking chair on her front porch drinking ice tea her cat managed somehow to escape her house. She saw it run to a tree in her garden and climb up a tree. She stood up dropped her glass of tea, pushed her glasses to the top of her nose and ran across the yard, nightgown and slippers still on. Her kitty midnight was trying to get down but had gotten stuck! She tried to coax it down but it was no use! The old lady trembled in fright and like a little leaf it looked as if she could blow away. She feared that the kitty would be stuck forever! She called for help but no one could hear her. All the sudden who should come around the corner but old farmer Dan. Ma'm he said as he tipped his hat from inside his red ford pick up truck. The old lady said "oh farmer dan please help me, my cat is stuck in this here tree!". He replied, " well sure i will, i'm not as young as i ust'a be but i think i can handle this, iv'e got a ladder in the back of my truck.""oh thank you!", exclaimed the old lady. So old farmer dan set the ladder against the tree climbed up and retrieved the kitty back for the old lady. She said,"how ever can i repay you?". He said"well shucks, it would be nice if maybe i could share a glass of that fine tea with ya". The old lady blushed and this was teh beginning of the rest of their life.

story-matic

Rachel Miser was walking around in San Francisco. Arrived here in her new home just hours ago and was walking up the steep sidewalks making her way to the golden gate bridge. On her way their she passed a variety of shops and resturants but she wouldnt be distracted, not today, she she had her mind set on the Golden Gate Bridge. After about a 15 minunte walk she arrived and was comforted by the beautiful view. It was the only thing she remembered from the trip she took with her family in something like 7th grade. Tonight would be her first night alone, without family, even a roommate. She was in a tiny dorm located on the south wing of the small campus. It was her first year at FIDM( Fashion Institute of Design & Merchandising), it was an exciting leap towards independence and growing up. As Rachel gazed longly at the beautiful water and the golden gate bridge she was filled with a comforting feeling of home. She took some pictures and made some notes, she was planning a making a design inspired by the beauty of the san francisco coast. She sat on bench with the breathtaking view in front of her as her muse and started reviewing her notes and brainstorming ideas. She saw a dirty pair of navy converse coming towards her out of her peripheral vision. She turned her head and made eye contact with the owner. Right there from the get-go her crush started. She stammered and glanced awkwardly at the ground and then back into his expectant face. She felt her blush creeping up over her face and gave a smile and a quite hi. He cleared his throat and said" um yeah hi, Im going school here in california this year and uh, um well i was wondering if you were a fellow writer"with a glance at her notebook and pen in hand . She blushed a little deeper, and regaining control of her self, confidently stated that she was not but was in fact studying to be a designer of some sort specifically undecided. As they chatted Rachel discover that he was a Freshman as well and had also just moved here, only a month earlier.

the philosophy teacher kicks the cat

It was raining Mr. Peters had a cup of warm coffee in his hand and was enjoying the smell of fresh baked bread as he sat at a local cafe in paris France. This was the life he though to him self he could see him self retiring her, it wouldn't be two long from now anyway. He was a 57 year old Philosophy teacher, teaching at Cornell University. The class was currently taking a trip to France to do a brief study on the Philosophy of French life. In this moment with a handful of his students they were soaking up the Parisian lifestyle. Inside the cozy cafe he had taken shelter in, he was sitting at the window watching people rush into shops to avoid the rain and a pair of lovers walking hand in hand casting go goo eyes at each other, oblivious of the rain. As he shifted in his chair his phone went off jerking him back out of his head with a loud shrill -briiing, followed by obnoxious vibrations. In his alarm he spilled his coffee on his white button down shirt and in reaction bolted out of his seat, getting annoyed glances in his direction. He answered the phone and the first thing he hears is his wife shouting, she never understood that you didnt have to shout for people to hear you over the phone. She was shouting, JOhn!, I cant hear you!! AS he walked outside, Stained shirt and all a cab swings around the corner and splashes him soaking his shoes! With a frustrated huff he turns around and runs into a cat brushing up aginst his leg. The philosophy teacher kicks the cat. ---and marches away

Fiction machine story from 1 sentance

The traffic cop broke the door. It came down with a thunderous crack and a thud as it fell to the floor. Eddie and his team rushed in like a swarm of ants. Guns cocked and loaded, ready for anything. Through the long hallway was a single door which seemed to glow due to the small skylight above it. Eddie went ahead halfway down the narrow hallway, made the signal that the coast was clear, beaconing his team onwards. This door was unlocked and slightly ajar. It was dark inside, the men filed in gun first and spread out around the room. A light switch was found and in an instant flipped on. The room was circular and

Fiction Machine

The philosophy teacher kicked the cat
The surgeon sang the song
The con-man hit the door
The traffic cop broke the door