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serious. Read these poems.
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Get Ready, By Boreal Heath 2006-02-12
Layin it down in the old fashion style, my porche is broke but I got a
little while so let's take it to the street where this shizzle all began
lay a blessing on tha mothers asleep in Japan so people get ready,
people get down I'm that only fat cat fillin this sound and if ya don't
like it you can turn around but then just turn around and turn around
and turn around and turn around and turn around inside of this sound
from the gulf of Mexico to all tha Maine snow I'm cooking up the
beats as fast as I can go put the rhythm in neutral and take it on back
so next time you can lay down an attack to get this party started like
nobody's bizzness a hurricane from mars like celestial hipness so people
get ready, people get down
people get ready people get down
people get ready people get down
DETERMINATION, By D. Andrew Bagin & Christopher J.
Tackle in the left, my pole in the right I walk to the spot, where I
felt that bite.
How will I find it, or plan my attack? I will be prepared, might
never come back
I will catch that beast, that has cost me so much my old rod and
reel, it snapped as I clutched
So where to go first, how long will it last? Memories of the fish
swam by so fast.
How far will I reach, what strength will I need? My time and
patience, this time I'll succeed.
The ripples I see, passed the submerged rock I know that its her, her
I cannot shock
I find my footing, wipe sweat off my brow, hearts beating quickly, I
better act now
She's coming my way, she'll decide to turn out to deep water, the
thought made me burn
No change in her path, as if its a dare suddenly disappeared- her
tail's not there.
She went for a plunge, near the lobster traps, If I'd let it low, I'd
hook her perhaps?
I've played her games, for hours on end Cast after cast, my pole had
She's out in the foam, her dark fins flash by I'll throw out my lure,
it's her time to die
A Bite and a tug, now I'm in the fight Pulling and reeling, this
could last all night
My 20 lb. line, I hope its enough. Reeling her ashore, nothing short
The butt of my pole, jammed into my waist It is my turn now, with
more force I braced.
Using all my strength, its down to the wire After all that work
I've dragged in a tire
by Sumaia Yamin 2005-03-10
what is pink?A rose is pink
By the fountains brink.
what is red?A popy's red
In its barely bed.
what is blue?A sky is blue
where the clouds float through.
what is white?A swan is white
sailing in the light.
what is yellow?pears are yellow
rich and ripe and mellow.
what is green?the grass is green
with small flowers between.
what is voilet? clouds are voilet
In the summer twilight.
what is orange?why,an orange,
WRITTEN BY SUMAIA YAMIN OF CLASS 7
i write this on 10/3/2005 thursday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
is the certificate I sent to Samaia for her excellent poem! Sorry it took
Plan, by HMC . 2004-09-08
beats have their own tempo, sometimes fast, sometimes slow,
never failing to keep the heart sailing
a blind test driver, sumo-survivor, allowance conniver,
on razor wire, a busted up tire,
pair o' pliers, set your mind on fire,
effortless ease, a sweet pretty please, making me sneeze,
I look at the light, so I set out tonight, to make everything
when you settle down to bed, there'll be sugar plums dancing in your
to say, I'm making my way,
fill your delight of mad songs in sight,
now however, I'm stuck in my sweater,
find no arm-holes to free my ski poles,
set down to make, a pleasant sound-quake,
never you fear, it will be less than a year,
get the prize and a new pair of eyes.
HALIP MAN. 2004-01-21
crocodile ceral makes your breath stank
water jelly porridge in the fish tank
semi-truckin' highways in the summer time
olive loaf in super-market passed by
tricks or trix or beats or beets
sox or socks or feet or feet
willy wonka wonderland
my dad can eat a can of spam
i think i saw a whippy wow
spray a paint of cans, but how?
intrinsicly i climb the hill
upon which i will will my will
and climb back down with fresher breath
until more crocodile cereal i ingest.
Horse, by Dr. Doom the Optimist. 2003-12-01
my horse is a pain
whenever he sees a train
he gallops away
and eats some hay
Sometimes you just want a nap and sometimes you can't
cause you're stuck at work, by HMAC. 2003-08-24
Aboobakka says, "Watch me dance." He
twirls and fills the frame with his billowing skirts. He stands on his
tip toes and crows like a goose. He does a back bend and holds it like a
bridge for a troop of baby ferrets to bound across. He feeds them peanut
butter with a spoon and smiles when they keep licking their chops. He
balances on a huge plastic beach ball and sails into a huge creamy
wedding cake for his finale.
After the show, his happy face comes off and
what's left is sad and tired. His back hurts no matter how he lays. His
shirt has been cutting into his neck all day. He moans. No one's
listening. He pretends to choke, but no one comes running. So he sighs
heavily and pours himself a bowl of cereal. Half-way through it he
begins to cry. He scrubs off his face and slowly gets up. He picks up a
shovel and goes outside. He digs a large hole. He stops to catch his
breath. He stares at the hole. With a small whimper he drops the shovel
and climbs in the hole. He curls up and soon he is asleep.
How did it all come to this? He used to be happy.
People would smile at him and shake his hand. Women would bat their eyes
his way. He had money and a home. His heart was light. Then one day it
began to rain. And it rained, and rained, and rained. When it stopped,
everything was damp and dark. Cold winds whipped his clothes around. The
sun had left. And with it so had the sparkle in his eye.
All he had left was his dancing which made his
back hurt and his knees tired. Most days he forgot to eat. One day he
was walking in the cold and damp and a lone ray of light seemed ready to
drill through the gray canopy. He smiled and stamped in a puddle to
celebrate. But the dark folded over itself and snuffed the light and all
he was left with were wet pants.
He was tired. So tired. And so he slept in his
hole. And the next day when the morning came, he kept sleeping. And the
next day too. For it was only in his dreams that he could truly remember
4-Eva B-real 2-Getha Number Eleven, by Stee D. 2003-05-15
spot moppin' sections
makin' my voice reach brand new inflections
diggy diggy diggit
water from the spigot
time to drench your ears
rippin' through this space
with a pocket full of bass
witches brew like mase
on your face
is you causin' ruckus?
is you causin' ruckus?
Untitled, by Stee D. 2002-12-05
digga digga dee digga wee see me.
digga digga hey digga clay day pee.
Stellag-T, by Whammy Wonderpants. 2002-11-15
Unilateral action, maction
Megamitz respondz traction
ascension fourth spikes molten
likwid soundserupt thundbolten
Freaky Power Plasticon
One time there was a Monkey
It was a coconut Monkey
It's head was shaped like a coconut
Maybe it was a coconut
The monkey was hairy
Kind of like a coconut
The monkey ate bugs
Off of other monkeys
George Washington crossing the Delaware
uh uh uh-uh-uh ch ch.
He's got red coats in his underwear
uh uh uh-uh-uh ch ch
My Dog Blaise is a Dinosaur
My dog Blaise is a dinosaur.
He has big teeth.
Listen to him roar.