Parallel Poems: Students selected the text from the novel The Pigman and created a "found poem" with the chosen words. Then, they created their own "parallel poem" using the ideas, words, imagery, etc. from the found poem. My students are awesome!!!
Don’t panic no, not yet I’m not trying to forget All the times that we shared. Our memories remind me of Volcanoes, They rise up to be remembered, then dissipate Like they never happened. Don’t panic no, not yet I’m not dying, But yet, I feel I’m drowning in thoughts About the Pigman and mother, Mainly you and your eyes That penetrate my thoughts And have the memories come Flooding back, uninvited.
FEET He had fantastic shoes, letting him go anywhere. When he comes down my street, I run the other way. Much like an egyptian mummy, in a coffin of black death. An explorer’s wife, and a large rocky foot. A flood and a small dog, licking her nose. Lights out, dog gone. Only the foot, like his foot. He has to be special.
When I look at you noah, it reminds me of a sunny day. The sky’s blue, and nothing could go wrong. You're very handsome noah. But you smell weird. When we walked into school everyone looked at him funny, it was probably because he was new and had sort of a stench to him, and he was new.- kaydee lowe
OUTCAST Walked into school, in the beginning of junior high, shy, muted, new, she spoke to no one. Boys didn’t buzz, girls were anything but friendly. She stood in that hallway day after day, no one spoke to her. People shuffled passed her, as if she wasn’t even there. She acted as if, she were busy doing something, doing anything to conceal, how alone she felt inside.
I noticed her standing in the stands at the local football game. She was beautiful and had amazing eyes. As soon as I saw her, her eyes glimmered in the moonlight. Her eyes reminded me of the deep blue ocean shimmering in the sun. She reminded me of a beautiful Egyptian queen in the middle of a war, beautiful, but still capable of destroying in a war. She was a dangerous looking girl that could explode at any moment. She looked my way, but I couldn’t look back. I was to afraid. That’s what her eyes reminded me of. That’s when I knew she was something special.
If anyone misrepresents him it’s that father of his. The way he talks to him you would think he needs to eat more and get a life. But I think he looks good skinny. He’s got very refreshing ocean blue eyes that are very majestic. But that all stopped when his mother died. Ever since then they have become gray and static.
Except when we talk about her he seems to come to life. We are both very disinterested and now we are going to try more enthusiastic things for our benefit as friends.
The park writing When my friend writes my papers, he changes the whole thing. I wrote that I love my parents, and he wrote that I had wished they’d disappear. Certain things have been happening and I want to write them down so I can put my mind at ease the next time I feel bad. I will never forget the day that my friend and I went to the park. The smell of fresh cut grass, the laughter of the children. but he just has to exaggerate. He wrote that the kids were screaming, and I was smelling the air like a pig. I can never understand why he does these things.
Parallel Poem: Eyes The way I get talked to you might think I needed a therapist in my opinion I just need to learn how to accept criticism I’ve heard I have interesting eyes that observe and take in everything around that is until the Pigman passed My eyes are now stable besides when I work on this memorial epic My eyes then come to life a part of it is my love for writing but I also think I’m just distressed to get everything that went on in line and understanding why I did the insane things I did
The Potato Thief Lawson has been a social outcast Ever since the first year of high school He was at Walmart when he was caught stealing a bag of potato chips Ever since then he has not been the same He was on the news all the next day His name was on all over the television while he was sitting in the back of the cop car The news reports mentioned that he stole a bag of potato chips from Walmart Ever since then everybody calls him The Potato Thief.
I don’t know why she tries to stop me from lying, she thinks she knows why. She doesn’t. I don’t have a problem or a with my boring life. I’m fine with it. And i don’t have a stupid syndrome that i don’t even know what it is. Although i do want to be and actor.
Soon after the race She felt drops of sweat filled with fear on her skin. Wednesday was the only day for her to win, That proud, satisfying win. Her nerves built up the previous Fridays But she didn’t let it stop her. On Wednesday she beat this game She passed the word at noon that she became victorious. Millions of young, old, strong, weak strangers running up stands sounds just like a herd of fans stampeding.
Magnificent. That’s one way to describe the dazzling eyes that were holding my stare as of this moment. The gigantic, hazel orbs that contained tiny specs of gold continued to burn deep into my soul, it was like they could see right through me. I averted my gaze away from his, unable to maintain the intense ogle that was fixated upon me. From the first moment I laid my eyes on those marvelous, hazel ones, I knew he had to be something extraordinary.
I noticed her standing in the stands at the local football game. She was beautiful and had amazing eyes. As soon as I saw her, her eyes glimmered in the moonlight. Her eyes reminded me of the deep blue ocean shimmering in the sun. She reminded me of a beautiful Egyptian queen in the middle of a war, beautiful, but still capable of destroying in a war. She was a dangerous looking girl that could explode at any moment. She looked my way, but I couldn’t look back. I was to afraid. That’s what her eyes reminded me of. That’s when I knew she was something special.
Santa Clause: Saint Nicholas is extremely fat He wears tight red clothes and a belt to hold everything his sleigh bells make a loud ringing sound jingle and jingle and jingle Kids call him Santa Clause He has elves that help him year long If he didn’t have a sleigh you wouldn’t overhear his sleigh bells At night on December 24th you can hear his sleigh bells jingle and jingle and jingle
The park writing When my friend writes my papers, he changes the whole thing. I wrote that I love my parents, and he wrote that I had wished they’d disappear. Certain things have been happening and I want to write them down so I can put my mind at ease the next time I feel bad. I will never forget the day that my friend and I went to the park. The smell of fresh cut grass, the laughter of the children. but he just has to exaggerate. He wrote that the kids were screaming, and I was smelling the air like a pig. I can never understand why he does these things. MATHIEU HAYES 1st
The Crowded Street There were people everywhere. Short people, tall people, unpleasant people, smelly people, colorful people, and awkward people. The crowded people seemed to bump into everyone they saw. Including me. I yelled and pushed my way through the different people. The crowd seemed to swallow me anyway. Every window was either broken or boarded up. Every stone on the walkway had at least one piece of gum on it. The street was as trashy as a pigsty, and the sun was setting painting a pink and orange picture above me. I was almost home.
The blatant truth is John is sympathetic Deep in his mysterious heart, John thought it was simple He would walk away With his “hard-earned” money Until we met the old man, John had a slight change of heart But He would never admit it
Anyway, Big side? YEPPP Mrs. Reillen You think that stops her From the skirts? Those stretchy nylon stockings... Rubbing together... SCRAAAAAAATCH She’s called the Cricket If she did woodshop Or Gym Nobody would know About THAT sound But, She's the old librarian So quiet... EVERYTHING can be heard
i was trying to sell cookie dough for for school and i knocked on the door of a large white house I wish you could have seen her she was in her late eighties she was really skinny her hair looked like an old hairstyle she was very thin but the one thing that caught my attention was her smile that great big smile she looked so happy to see me she looks like an old rich lady not a mean rich lady but very kind and gentle but inside very lonely
The elderly receive much joy from a visit as they can often be very lonely once their loved ones pass away. This includes a teen selling cookie dough. We should cherish our time with our grandparents as life is short and they have so much to share.
Don’t panic no, not yet I’m not trying to forget All the times that we shared. Our memories remind me of Volcanoes, They rise up to be remembered, then dissipate Like they never happened. Don’t panic no, not yet I’m not dying, But yet, I feel I’m drowning in thoughts About the Pigman and mother, Mainly you and your eyes That penetrate my thoughts And have the memories come Flooding back, uninvited.
John’s Ways He does not curse a lot No reason for his ways Even when we are typing He does something weird Like typing a letter In the shape of an hourglass You should have guessed He doesn’t get in trouble Because he is handsome I don’t want to say it But he is very good-looking If he wasn’t He would’ve been Sent off by now
Parallel poem The Thief During the night Isaiah always sneaks out of the house to do some secret things that are unknown Stepping out of the house he lets the door go and it slams shut making a big noise BOOM!!! waking up everyone in the house. Running away as quickly as possible he goes and hides until all the commotion dies down Once the coast in clear he runs off to his next victim that awaits him as he moves in on his target he starts to hear something inching closer and closer towards him. looking behind his shoulder he sees a large figure towering over him in fear he flees back home. ISAAC BOZARTH
Parallel Poem: Eyes The way I get talked to you might think I needed a therapist in my opinion I just need to learn how to accept criticism I’ve heard I have interesting eyes that observe and take in everything around that is until the Pigman passed My eyes are now stable besides when I work on this memorial epic My eyes then come to life a part of it is my love for writing but I also think I’m just distressed to get everything that went on in line and understanding why I did the insane things I did
Parallel Poem: The Statue You should have seen it. It was in its late fifties and was completely massive, with the biggest stomach ever. And with it’s slaughter knife and it’s creepy huge smile it was absolutely terrifying. His hungry eyes seemed to pop out while looking at me. The statue made one @%#$ of a scary clown. But I had to see it and conquer it.
“So Many Toys” So many toys So many toys Little nicknacks For girls and boys They stretch like rubber Aisle to aisle If you’d line ‘em up They’d go on for a mile They come in All colors, shapes, and sizes Turn the crank They’re full surprises! So many toys So many toys Smiles from all The girls and boys
If anyone misrepresents him it’s that father of his. The way he talks to him you would think he needs to eat more and get a life. But I think he looks good skinny. He’s got very refreshing ocean blue eyes that are very majestic. But that all stopped when his mother died. Ever since then they have become gray and static.
Except when we talk about her he seems to come to life. We are both very disinterested and now we are going to try more enthusiastic things for our benefit as friends.
Parallel poem:The Street Nice homes and trashy homes Line the street leaves howl in the wind trees grow big and fat in fact they almost meet I used to think they were captivating but now all they do... is sadden me
Parallel Poem: Lorraine said I was handsome with dazzling eyes that doesn't matter except with Miss king I can tell Miss King likes me the way she laughs I am such a card she says which sounds absurd she is an old bat half a century old I loathe the attention from her but at least I get something out of it
What if he’s a sickly, psycho? Is he different than what I saw a minute ago? What if he’s crazy and his eyes pop out of his head? What if he’s that man that sleeps with 30 cats underneath his bed?
Why can’t I just let it be, why can’t I just take it? Why can’t I just wait and see, I probably will not make it.
But what if this man, and all his spice, Turn out to be just overly nice. . .
chirp, chirp goes the cricket but instead its scratch scratch goes the sound of nylon rubbing together her tight stockings and skirts suffocate her fat thighs as the threads struggle to stay sewed together her flabs roll over each other she wears the same size stockings as my 9 year old sister although she is much older in the library you hear the constant scratching sound more irritating than nails on a chalkboard you hear every move of the cricket
PARALLEL POEM:Big eyes Big eyes full of wonder, looking through you as you ponder. It feels as if, when they stare you go stiff. Time seems to go by, but you can’t stop staring no matter how hard you try. Big eyes full of wonder, seem to shine as bright as thunder. As you’re pulled away, they start to go gray. Tears reach your eyes, not wanting to say goodbye.
Nails Santa Claus, Nails, is the gift messenger and he’s letting us use his shiny yet not shiny laptop to write this informative email on. Santa Claus is a little on the bigger side though, he doesn’t stop wearing those tight as drum leather pants so when he struts makes this scraaaaaaatchy noise which sounds like nails on a chalkboard. That’s why we call him Nails. He is a really jolly fellow though that’s not what people notice about him. If he was a toymaker or reindeer keeper you wouldn’t know he makes that sound but he’s a present carrier and when he delivers toys it’s so quiet you can hear every single move he makes.
He’s handsome, he’s atrocious, he’s 6 feet tall, and surprisingly really nice longish brown hair, gigantic blue eyes that see right through you, he lies, he smokes, he drinks, he has inferior habits, they think it’s the family causing the issue, but I think it's his choice, but he could just be asserting his independence.
The Bathroom Bomber The bomb, tucked away in the john startling when it rang out those poor souls sneaking a smoke a stampede of gestapo their angry shoes clacking across the tiles accusing of the crime they didn't commit it, but it’s difficult pleading innocence with lungs full of mellow tobacco soot
Marshmallow Smuggler Norton has been a deserted outcast. Ever since caught smuggling a bag of creamy marshmallows, being an undergrad. Putting him in the newspaper spread the word fast. Maybe that will teach ‘em, being known as The Marshmallow Kid.
Everyone thinks I have eyes that stare into your soul like a radioactive beam but I think I have normal eyes but normal eyes doesn’t mean I am normal
All the kids call me Radioactive Boy all because of Cameron The first day I came to school he told everyone my “new” nickname Actually I don’t know why I’m friends with Cameron we pretty much hate each other All my friends think I’m this crazy social outcast but whatever
His Eyes They sucked everything in like a vacuum Deep as the ocean Open as the sky They intrigue me but I fear them all the same He has the eyes of a pharaoh Cold as stone Warm as a cat In another light they’re different the fix of a con And yet they beguile me like treasure in sand
Two Sides, One Story I’m glad she left the Kitchen It makes me feel awful to look at her sincere,thin,and humiliated face when I brush my hair She thinks I’m like a goddess when I let my nut-brown,layered, and delicate hair down especially when I smile, which I wish I could Do more often I don’t look the way I sound and honestly, I wish I did I even wonder how I got this way. It’s not exactly easy being her mother and I often think about consulting a psychiatrist But being a single mom, I can’t afford such a thing. I actually, I think my problems are so deep-rooted that I would need years of therapy...
Parallel poem: Yesterday while the boys were playing ball, I really got to see just how troublesome Norton and Dennis really are. Norton got a bad throw and flashed his enormously flashy bug eyes at the thrower. And because he always thinks that everyone secretly antagonises him he took it very personally. We went up to the boy who threw it, and he looked like a giant compared to the poor boy, he even looks like a giant compared to John. If you ask me he should be more confident, then he wouldn’t think that everyone hates him.
Her eyes big as a moon green as an emerald like a sea of beauty Scanned like a nervous radar nonstop looking for a sign until the pigman died now they had lost the their light like a sapphire without the color.
Parallel Poem Lorraine’s mother isn’t the best confidence booster. She makes it sound like Lorraine needs pins and needles in every inch of her body. If you ask me, all she needs is a little faith in herself. Her green eyes are intriguing, and her timid personality shines right through them. Once the Pigman died, Her eyes became soundless. The greenish emerald shimmer in them suddenly disappeared. Although, the second we talk about this memorial epic, The old Lorraine with the greenish emerald eyes reappear. Her dream is to be a writer, which has a lot to do with it. However we’re both pretty antsy to get everything that happened straightened up, and try to grasp the reason why we did the insane things we did.
Parallel poem: Yesterday while the boys were playing ball, I really got to see just how troublesome Norton and Dennis really are. Norton got a bad throw and flashed his enormously flashy bug eyes at the thrower. And because he always thinks that everyone secretly antagonises him he took it very personally. We went up to the boy who threw it, and he looked like a giant compared to the poor boy, he even looks like a giant compared to John. If you ask me he should be more confident, then he wouldn’t think that everyone hates him.
The bus ride: This weird girl sat with me today she's not very pretty but that doesn't matter for some odd reason i had to laugh, laughing so much i think she s getting upset she turns to the window and watches the poles the poles zooming by until she turns, she starts to ask me to stop, so i do she has some minor problems about social life Lorraine
LAUGHING ON THE BUS WITH JOHN That quite laugh of his really did cut me open When I started my quite laugh,(just like Johns) He began laughing a little louder Then I,(just like John),began laughing a little louder And before we knew it We were laughing uncontrollably We laughed so much The whole bus must have thought we were nuts.
Norton’s a reject. Since noticed taking a packet of marshmallows first year of high school. Never got over it and was headline in the paper. After that day became to be known as The Marshmallow Kid.
Parallel Poem Lorraine’s mother isn’t the best confidence booster. She makes it sound like Lorraine needs pins and needles in every inch of her body. If you ask me, all she needs is a little faith in herself. Her green eyes are intriguing, and her timid personality shines right through them. Once the Pigman died, Her eyes became soundless. The greenish emerald shimmer in them suddenly disappeared. Although, the second we talk about this memorial epic, The old Lorraine with the greenish emerald eyes reappear. Her dream is to be a writer, which has a lot to do with it. However we’re both pretty antsy to get everything that happened straightened up, and try to grasp the reason why we did the insane things we did.
I don’t need internal plastic surgery at least I think I don’t need body braces to cover me up and down at least I think I am not a confident lad and most of the time, I am not cheerful However, sometimes, you’ll get a small smile That is only when certain subjects come up So, unless something interests me my eyes wont light up and you will sure know when I am happy
I think i'm addicted They make my eyes go big It probably isn’t healthy I like it anyway I blame my dad He was addicted too I tried to make my own It was almost 6 feet tall It was my best friend Until I ate it It was green Now it’s not Jellybeans are bae They taste so good
The choice- One-ninety Howard Avenue I look back to the last time i was here trees were blowing in the dense wind nuns were smoothly moving everywhere I look at the poor old man's house I knew we shouldn't be asking for cash The lie has gone too far i thought
I chose my path and went to the front step I looked back at John wondering wondering if he's ready to go in if he's ready to make a choice He marches past me to ring the doorbell i say to myself here we go
War Time When the war was about to begin and nerves were going chaotic inside the soldiers stomachs, i’d pick the right moment. i’d clear my throat roughly and quite loudly, which signaled to prepare guns. then I would give this phony sneeze which signaled get set to sprint for your life. When I whistled that meant to run and start firing as many shots as possible. If you’d ever heard a herd of buffalo stampeding, a huge group of military soldiers sprinting with all their might, sounded just exactly like that.
War Time When the war was about to begin and nerves were going chaotic inside the soldiers stomachs, i’d pick the right moment. i’d clear my throat roughly and quite loudly, which signaled to prepare guns. then I would give this phony sneeze which signaled get set to sprint for your life. When I whistled that meant to run and start firing as many shots as possible. If you’d ever heard a herd of buffalo stampeding, a huge group of military soldeirs sprinting with all their might, sounded just exactly like that.
Parallel poem: An Author’s Eyes My eyes are interesting, he says I may be perceptive But they’ve always been this still Though it is a depressing matter I do enjoy writing And even though we miss him We have to jot down All of our crazy stories Before they drift out of our memories
Parallel Poem: Dennis told the aged lady, “I left the homework at home.” The teacher was alone at home and believed anything. Previously in the school year Dennis told her that he wouldn’t be at school for the rest of the day, because he needed to have surgery on his nose which he told her was brutally bitten off by a rat when he was a newborn baby. When he came to school the next he got in trouble for fibbing to her.
He never got caught He was too quick Too sneaky He cleared his throat And let out a prompt whistle Boom! Thirty-four scrawny un-nourished apples making their way down the aisle Ever heard a stampede of buffalo? Well get used to it because it is a Wednesday ritual Our poor substitute
He’s Mr. Pignati He's an older man He’s bulky compared to ordinary people Has a grand belly He’s Mr. Pignati Has the biggest smile across his face Always pleased to meet new people His eyes almost glister out of his head He’s Mr. Pignati When he looks at you You can’t help but smile He’s Mr. Pignati Looks like Saint Nick If you added a white beard And a sleigh with eight reindeer He’s Mr. Pignati
THE POUND: The room was loud Because there were Dogs everywhere, barking. It was sad and gloomy except for this one dog Cage at the far end. A little Golden Retriever Puppy, with bright blue eyes. It was adorable. I’d never seen such a happy puppy in such a sad place. That wasn’t the only Happy dog in the room. There was also a Cheerful adult Mutt, An elderly but wise-looking Dalmatian, and a frisky newborn puppy Husky.
The Man When he came to the door Everything changed The man was young big and drunk But I just about died when I saw the gigantic smile plastered on his bubbly face The man expressed the most happiness I had ever seen His eyes twinkled and shined like the night stars He was that thrilled to see his daughter again After leaving her in a Walmart Parking lot when she was three
Parallel John can accuse me, even though I found Pigman’s number. He thinks he would have passed anyway. I guess we kind of quickened things up. There is no way we could have taken his life, no way.
talking about his vast eyes they look right through you especially during his lies eyes of ocean blue so tall dark lungs a brick wall feels like we are the only ones drinks too much i want to be done a soft touch he's my moon and sun
Equine Giants I have horses some horses are from Japan some are from Germany, I own horses from Russia, and Italy multiple horse breeds from multiple places. everything horse size from miniatures to colossal size and everything in between. I own jumpers and dressage and other equine giants. There are grey, chestnut, black, pinto and multiple other colors of horses.
Holy, i can’t believe i’m 6 feet tall already and my long uncut hair... my hair is a golden fire burning brighter than the sun on a mid-summers day. I can’t even see out my own eyes because of my long uncut hair and speaking of my eyes they are a crystal blue, not too blue but eyes such a deep blue, you could drown in them. I am a liar, I distort the truth just as carnival mirrors distort your appearance I am addicted to smoking and drinking and I for sure know its bad everybody has bad qualities in life I am John Conlan
When I arrived at the mall, I hoped you had been there with me to see him. The man I saw was old and leaning towards his late fifties. He was on the heavier side of the scale with a big beer belly. But the thing about him that made me chuckle, was the big smile that spread across his face. He looked so delighted to see me with twinkling eyes you could blind someone with. Even though I know it was all an act. I’m telling you, that man had the appearance and attitude of a real Santa Claus. Everything about him from head to toe was extremely realistic. If I didn’t already know his true identity, I would have ran up to him immediately and told the man what I wanted for Christmas. And all the kids I saw couldn’t see the truth about him, he was acting so well I think they will continue to believe in Santa till they are thirty. With his large, fluffy, pearly white beard and his breath that smelt fouly of whiskey, if you stuck him outside on a cold night on a busy street in mid-December, he would stick out of the crowd like a sore thumb.
You first walk in and the smell hits you, the smell of rotten eggs. The barn was dark like a nights sky with no stars, it was a total dump with mud and flies all over. The smell was atrocious, there were tons of swine. I’ve never been in a room with so many swine. There were fat ones and skinny ones and baby ones and even teacup ones, there were tons of swine!! What lies in the barn at night
He’s a cheerful senior citizen A well known large guy With a fat, plump belly Who eats sizzling cookies along with milk And is fond of giving gifts with a beaming smile Always delighted to greet anyone with a ho ho ho And wears Christmas colors with a floppy hat He has a pale, colorless beard The kids think he’s the greatest His breath smells of peppermint aromas They call him jolly old Santa Claus
he’s tall with whimsical eyes 6 foot blue his passionate eyes transform me like a portal to another dimension there is something so relaxing about his presence alone he is a good boy with bad habits smoking drinking these habits will kill him when they do it will kill me
I noticed her the first day, Her emerald eyes were fantastic. They analyzed everything. Yet, whenever mine came her way, She snapped her green orbs the other direction. They reminded me of weary searchlights, Scanning everything and everyone. Inside her worried mind working, It was over processing everything And waiting for relief. That we weren’t all judging her every move. She was special in that way.
He’s six feet already with hazel-colored hair, and sapphire portals for eyes He has colossal eyes that look through you. Especially if he’s in his common grotesque lies And he drinks or puffs more than any boy I know. The analysts would predict his family was the cause or he drinks and puffs to assert his privilege.
Miss. Cricket, Miss Reillen A librarian at franklin high school a little on the fat side yet she is very generous letting people type on the quiet typewriter the way she dresses though is a little depressing with her scratchy nylon and tight skirt there she goes now scraaaatch I feel bad for her what do we know if she wasn’t a librarian they wouldn't hear it but, since she is it's very noticeable. Instead of being a gym or woodshop teacher she had to be a librarian, the keeper of the books Miss Cricket ,Miss. Reillen.
Candy Store There was candy all over the place I had never seen so much candy before, I don’t mean the cheap fun sized ones; these were the expensive ones... There were some that had caramel drizzled the top, some had chocolate, nuts, or cream. There were swirled with brilliant colors and others had chunks of other candies sprinkled over the top There were, fruity ones and savory ones. There were Skittles, taffy, lolli-pops, M&Ms, gummy worms, gum balls, and some i had never seen before. Candy, candy, candy
Parallel Poem: Young Volcanoes
ReplyDeleteDon’t panic no, not yet
I’m not trying to forget
All the times that we shared.
Our memories remind me of
Volcanoes,
They rise up to be remembered,
then dissipate
Like they never happened.
Don’t panic no, not yet
I’m not dying,
But yet,
I feel I’m drowning in thoughts
About the Pigman and mother,
Mainly you and your eyes
That penetrate my thoughts
And have the memories come
Flooding back, uninvited.
FEET
ReplyDeleteHe had fantastic shoes,
letting him go anywhere.
When he comes down my street,
I run the other way.
Much like an egyptian mummy,
in a coffin of black death.
An explorer’s wife,
and a large rocky foot.
A flood and a small dog,
licking her nose.
Lights out, dog gone.
Only the foot,
like his foot.
He has to be special.
When I look at you noah,
ReplyDeleteit reminds me of a sunny day.
The sky’s blue, and nothing could go wrong.
You're very handsome noah.
But you smell weird.
When we walked into school everyone looked at him funny, it was probably because he was new and had sort of a stench to him, and he was new.- kaydee lowe
OUTCAST
ReplyDeleteWalked into school,
in the beginning of junior high,
shy, muted, new,
she spoke to no one.
Boys didn’t buzz,
girls were anything but friendly.
She stood in that hallway day after day,
no one spoke to her.
People shuffled passed her,
as if she wasn’t even there.
She acted as if,
she were busy doing something,
doing anything to conceal,
how alone she felt inside.
No one should feel like an outcast. Everyone has something wonderful about them and that special gift needs to be shared.
DeleteParallel Poem
ReplyDeleteI noticed her standing in the stands at the local football game.
She was beautiful and had amazing eyes.
As soon as I saw her, her eyes glimmered in the moonlight.
Her eyes reminded me of the deep blue ocean shimmering in the sun.
She reminded me of a beautiful Egyptian queen in the middle of a war,
beautiful, but still capable of destroying in a war. She was a dangerous looking girl
that could explode at any moment. She looked my way, but I couldn’t look back.
I was to afraid. That’s what her eyes reminded me of.
That’s when I knew she was something special.
Parallel Poem:
ReplyDeleteIf anyone misrepresents him it’s that
father of his.
The way he talks to him
you would think he needs to
eat more and get a life.
But I think he looks good
skinny.
He’s got very refreshing ocean
blue eyes that are very
majestic.
But that all stopped when
his mother died.
Ever since then they have
become gray and static.
Except when we talk about her
he seems to come to life.
We are both very disinterested and
now we are going to try more
enthusiastic things for our benefit as
friends.
Parallel Poem:
ReplyDeleteThe park writing
When my friend writes my papers,
he changes the whole thing.
I wrote that I love my parents,
and he wrote that I had wished they’d
disappear.
Certain things have been happening
and I want to write them down
so I can put my mind at ease
the next time I feel bad.
I will never forget the day that my
friend and I went to the park.
The smell of fresh cut grass,
the laughter of the children.
but he just has to exaggerate.
He wrote that the kids were screaming,
and I was smelling the air like a pig.
I can never understand why he does
these things.
Parallel Poem: Eyes
ReplyDeleteThe way I get talked to
you might think I needed a therapist
in my opinion
I just need to learn how to accept criticism
I’ve heard I have interesting eyes
that observe and take in everything around
that is until the Pigman passed
My eyes are now stable
besides when I work on this memorial epic
My eyes then come to life
a part of it is my love for writing
but I also think I’m just distressed
to get everything that went on in line
and understanding why I did
the insane things I did
The Potato Thief
ReplyDeleteLawson has been a social outcast
Ever since the first year of high school
He was at Walmart when he was caught
stealing a bag of potato chips
Ever since then he has not been the same
He was on the news all the next day
His name was on all over the television
while he was sitting in the back of the cop car
The news reports mentioned that he stole
a bag of potato chips from Walmart
Ever since then everybody calls him The Potato Thief.
- Holden Waters
Not True: Andrew Arvizu
ReplyDeleteI don’t know why she
tries to stop me from
lying, she thinks she
knows why.
She doesn’t.
I don’t have a problem
or a with my boring life.
I’m fine with it.
And i don’t have a stupid
syndrome that i don’t even know
what it is. Although i do want to
be and actor.
VICTORY
ReplyDeleteSoon after the race
She felt drops of sweat filled with fear on her skin.
Wednesday was the only day for her to win,
That proud, satisfying win.
Her nerves built up the previous Fridays
But she didn’t let it stop her.
On Wednesday she beat this game
She passed the word at noon that she became victorious.
Millions of young, old, strong, weak strangers
running up stands sounds just like
a herd of fans stampeding.
Courtney Fults
Alluring Eyes
ReplyDeleteMagnificent.
That’s one way to describe the dazzling eyes
that were holding my stare
as of this moment.
The gigantic, hazel orbs that contained tiny specs of gold
continued to burn deep into my soul,
it was like they could see right through me.
I averted my gaze away from his,
unable to maintain the intense ogle that was fixated upon me.
From the first moment I laid my eyes on those marvelous,
hazel ones, I knew he had to be something extraordinary.
Carley Clements
caught red cabbaged
ReplyDeletehe is a loner
He lived like an ogre
never been cool
until sophomore year.
when he was caught
shoplifting cabbage
he looked fat.
when he was caught
shoplifting cabbage
he was called
fat man.
every time he walks outside
the neighbors and say
“How are you fat man”
anyway after all
in the end
fat man never learned
fat man is still always liying.
~German k
Parallel Poem
ReplyDeleteI noticed her standing in the stands at the local football game.
She was beautiful and had amazing eyes.
As soon as I saw her, her eyes glimmered in the moonlight.
Her eyes reminded me of the deep blue ocean shimmering in the sun.
She reminded me of a beautiful Egyptian queen in the middle of a war,
beautiful, but still capable of destroying in a war. She was a dangerous looking girl
that could explode at any moment. She looked my way, but I couldn’t look back.
I was to afraid. That’s what her eyes reminded me of.
That’s when I knew she was something special.
-Caleb Clines
Santa Clause:
ReplyDeleteSaint Nicholas is extremely fat
He wears tight red clothes
and a belt to hold everything
his sleigh bells make a loud ringing sound
jingle and jingle and jingle
Kids call him Santa Clause
He has elves that help him year long
If he didn’t have a sleigh
you wouldn’t overhear his sleigh bells
At night on December 24th you can hear his sleigh bells
jingle and jingle and jingle
-Hannah Baxter
Parallel Poem:
ReplyDeleteThe park writing
When my friend writes my papers,
he changes the whole thing.
I wrote that I love my parents,
and he wrote that I had wished they’d
disappear.
Certain things have been happening
and I want to write them down
so I can put my mind at ease
the next time I feel bad.
I will never forget the day that my
friend and I went to the park.
The smell of fresh cut grass,
the laughter of the children.
but he just has to exaggerate.
He wrote that the kids were screaming,
and I was smelling the air like a pig.
I can never understand why he does
these things.
MATHIEU HAYES 1st
The Crowded Street
ReplyDeleteThere were people everywhere.
Short people, tall people,
unpleasant people, smelly people,
colorful people, and awkward people.
The crowded people
seemed to bump into everyone they saw.
Including me.
I yelled and pushed my way
through the different people.
The crowd seemed to swallow me anyway.
Every window was either broken or boarded up.
Every stone on the walkway
had at least one piece of gum on it.
The street was as trashy as a pigsty,
and the sun was setting
painting a pink and orange picture above me.
I was almost home.
Makenzie Barton
True Heart
ReplyDeleteThe blatant truth is
John is sympathetic
Deep in his mysterious heart,
John thought it was simple
He would walk away
With his “hard-earned” money
Until we met the old man,
John had a slight change of heart
But
He would never admit it
The Cricket
ReplyDeleteAnyway,
Big side? YEPPP Mrs. Reillen
You think that stops her
From the skirts?
Those stretchy nylon stockings...
Rubbing together...
SCRAAAAAAATCH
She’s called the Cricket
If she did woodshop
Or Gym
Nobody would know
About THAT sound
But,
She's the old librarian
So quiet...
EVERYTHING can be heard
parallel poem:
ReplyDeletethe old lady
i was trying to sell cookie dough for for school
and i knocked on the door of a large white house
I wish you could have seen her
she was in her late eighties
she was really skinny
her hair looked like an old hairstyle
she was very thin
but the one thing that caught my attention was her smile
that great big smile
she looked so happy to see me
she looks like an old rich lady
not a mean rich lady
but very kind and gentle
but inside very lonely
The elderly receive much joy from a visit as they can often be very lonely once their loved ones pass away. This includes a teen selling cookie dough. We should cherish our time with our grandparents as life is short and they have so much to share.
DeleteParallel Poem: Young Volcanoes
ReplyDeleteDon’t panic no, not yet
I’m not trying to forget
All the times that we shared.
Our memories remind me of
Volcanoes,
They rise up to be remembered,
then dissipate
Like they never happened.
Don’t panic no, not yet
I’m not dying,
But yet,
I feel I’m drowning in thoughts
About the Pigman and mother,
Mainly you and your eyes
That penetrate my thoughts
And have the memories come
Flooding back, uninvited.
John’s Ways
ReplyDeleteHe does not curse a lot
No reason for his ways
Even when we are typing
He does something weird
Like typing a letter
In the shape of an hourglass
You should have guessed
He doesn’t get in trouble
Because he is handsome
I don’t want to say it
But he is very good-looking
If he wasn’t
He would’ve been
Sent off by now
Kole Feldman
Parallel poem
ReplyDeleteThe Thief
During the night Isaiah always sneaks out of the house to do some secret things that are unknown
Stepping out of the house he lets the door go and it slams shut making a big noise BOOM!!! waking up everyone in the house.
Running away as quickly as possible he goes and hides until all the commotion dies down
Once the coast in clear he runs off to his next victim that awaits him as he moves in on his target he starts to hear something inching closer and closer towards him.
looking behind his shoulder he sees a large figure towering over him in fear he flees back home.
ISAAC BOZARTH
Parallel Poem: Eyes
ReplyDeleteThe way I get talked to
you might think I needed a therapist
in my opinion
I just need to learn how to accept criticism
I’ve heard I have interesting eyes
that observe and take in everything around
that is until the Pigman passed
My eyes are now stable
besides when I work on this memorial epic
My eyes then come to life
a part of it is my love for writing
but I also think I’m just distressed
to get everything that went on in line
and understanding why I did
the insane things I did
-Sophie Van Steen
Parallel Poem:
ReplyDeleteThe Statue
You should have seen it.
It was in its late fifties and was completely massive,
with the biggest stomach ever.
And with it’s slaughter knife and it’s creepy
huge smile it was absolutely terrifying.
His hungry eyes seemed to pop out while looking at me.
The statue made one @%#$ of a scary clown.
But I had to see it and conquer it.
“So Many Toys”
ReplyDeleteSo many toys
So many toys
Little nicknacks
For girls and boys
They stretch like rubber
Aisle to aisle
If you’d line ‘em up
They’d go on for a mile
They come in
All colors, shapes, and sizes
Turn the crank
They’re full surprises!
So many toys
So many toys
Smiles from all
The girls and boys
Parallel Poem:
ReplyDeleteIf anyone misrepresents him it’s that
father of his.
The way he talks to him
you would think he needs to
eat more and get a life.
But I think he looks good
skinny.
He’s got very refreshing ocean
blue eyes that are very
majestic.
But that all stopped when
his mother died.
Ever since then they have
become gray and static.
Except when we talk about her
he seems to come to life.
We are both very disinterested and
now we are going to try more
enthusiastic things for our benefit as
friends.
Brady Loving
Parallel poem:The Street Nice homes and trashy homes Line the street leaves howl in the wind trees grow big and fat in fact they almost meet I used to think they were captivating but now all they do... is sadden me
ReplyDeleteParallel Poem:
ReplyDeleteLorraine said I was handsome with dazzling eyes
that doesn't matter except with Miss king
I can tell Miss King likes me the way she laughs
I am such a card she says which sounds absurd
she is an old bat half a century old
I loathe the attention from her
but at least I get something out of it
Parallel Poem: The Harm
ReplyDeleteSmoking
Many people think it’s cool
But they don’t know the harm it can do
Decide for yourself
Don’t let people decide for you
Maybe...
ReplyDeleteWhat if he’s a sickly, psycho?
Is he different than what I saw a minute ago?
What if he’s crazy
and his eyes pop out of his head?
What if he’s that man
that sleeps with 30 cats underneath his bed?
Why can’t I just let it be,
why can’t I just take it?
Why can’t I just wait and see,
I probably will not make it.
But what if this man,
and all his spice,
Turn out to be just
overly nice. . .
Cricket
ReplyDeletechirp, chirp goes the cricket
but instead its scratch scratch
goes the sound of nylon
rubbing together
her tight stockings and skirts
suffocate her fat thighs
as the threads struggle
to stay sewed together
her flabs roll over each other
she wears the same size stockings
as my 9 year old sister
although she is much older
in the library you hear
the constant scratching sound
more irritating than nails on a chalkboard
you hear every move
of the cricket
PARALLEL POEM:Big eyes Big eyes full of wonder, looking through you as you ponder. It feels as if, when they stare you go stiff. Time seems to go by, but you can’t stop staring no matter how hard you try. Big eyes full of wonder, seem to shine as bright as thunder. As you’re pulled away, they start to go gray. Tears reach your eyes, not wanting to say goodbye.
ReplyDeleteNails
ReplyDeleteSanta Claus, Nails, is the gift messenger
and he’s letting us use his shiny yet not shiny laptop
to write this informative email on.
Santa Claus is a little on the bigger side
though, he doesn’t stop wearing those tight as drum leather pants
so when he struts makes this scraaaaaaatchy noise
which sounds like nails on a chalkboard.
That’s why we call him Nails.
He is a really jolly fellow
though that’s not what people notice about him.
If he was a toymaker or reindeer keeper
you wouldn’t know he makes that sound
but he’s a present carrier
and when he delivers toys it’s so quiet you can hear every single move he makes.
He’s handsome,
ReplyDeletehe’s atrocious,
he’s 6 feet tall,
and surprisingly really nice
longish brown hair,
gigantic blue eyes that see right through you,
he lies,
he smokes,
he drinks,
he has inferior habits,
they think it’s the family causing the issue,
but I think it's his choice,
but he could just be asserting his independence.
The Bathroom Bomber
ReplyDeleteThe bomb, tucked away in the john
startling when it rang out
those poor souls sneaking a smoke
a stampede of gestapo
their angry shoes clacking across the tiles
accusing of the crime
they didn't commit it, but it’s difficult pleading innocence with lungs full of mellow tobacco soot
Marshmallow Smuggler
ReplyDeleteNorton has been a deserted outcast.
Ever since caught smuggling a bag of creamy marshmallows,
being an undergrad.
Putting him in the newspaper spread the word fast.
Maybe that will teach ‘em,
being known as The Marshmallow Kid.
Parallel Poem: Radioactive
ReplyDeleteEveryone thinks I have eyes that stare into your soul like a radioactive beam
but I think I have normal eyes
but normal eyes doesn’t mean I am normal
All the kids call me Radioactive Boy all because of Cameron
The first day I came to school he told everyone my “new” nickname Actually I don’t know why I’m friends with Cameron we pretty much hate each other
All my friends think I’m this crazy social outcast but whatever
His Eyes
ReplyDeleteThey sucked everything in like a vacuum
Deep as the ocean
Open as the sky
They intrigue me
but I fear them all the same
He has the eyes of a pharaoh
Cold as stone
Warm as a cat
In another light they’re different
the fix of a con
And yet they beguile me
like treasure in sand
Two Sides, One Story
ReplyDeleteI’m glad she left the Kitchen
It makes me feel awful to look at her
sincere,thin,and humiliated face
when I brush my hair
She thinks I’m like a goddess
when I let my
nut-brown,layered, and delicate hair down
especially when I smile,
which I wish I could
Do more often
I don’t look the way I sound and honestly,
I wish I did
I even wonder how I got this way.
It’s not exactly easy being her mother and
I often think about consulting a psychiatrist
But being a single mom, I can’t afford such a thing.
I actually, I think my problems are so deep-rooted that I would need years of therapy...
Parallel Poem: INVISIBLE
ReplyDeleteFor the first few weeks I was depressed.
It’s not like I expected the instructors to like me right off the bat.
I just wanted one of the other girls to talk to me.
Like ask me about a turn or a leap or SOMETHING.
Standing by the the barre everyday
watching from afar as the others got along.
I tried to make myself invisible but inside I felt so detrimental
but I probably still looked solitary
right shasé, left step, right leap, left shasé, right step, left leap.
Anything that made me look like I was good enough.
Parallel poem:
ReplyDeleteYesterday while the boys were playing ball,
I really got to see just how troublesome
Norton and Dennis really are.
Norton got a bad throw
and flashed his enormously flashy bug eyes at the thrower.
And because he always thinks
that everyone secretly antagonises him
he took it very personally.
We went up to the boy who threw it,
and he looked like a giant compared to the poor boy,
he even looks like a giant compared to John.
If you ask me he should be more confident,
then he wouldn’t think that everyone hates him.
Her eyes
ReplyDeletebig as a moon
green as an emerald
like a sea of beauty
Scanned like a nervous radar
nonstop looking for a sign
until the pigman died
now they had lost the their light
like a sapphire without the color.
Parallel Poem
ReplyDeleteLorraine’s mother isn’t the best confidence booster.
She makes it sound like Lorraine needs
pins and needles in every inch of her body.
If you ask me,
all she needs is a little faith in herself.
Her green eyes are intriguing,
and her timid personality
shines right through them.
Once the Pigman died,
Her eyes became soundless.
The greenish emerald shimmer in them
suddenly disappeared.
Although, the second we talk
about this memorial epic,
The old Lorraine with the
greenish emerald eyes reappear.
Her dream is to be a writer,
which has a lot to do with it.
However we’re both pretty antsy
to get everything that happened
straightened up,
and try to grasp
the reason why we did
the insane things we did.
Parallel poem:
ReplyDeleteYesterday while the boys were playing ball,
I really got to see just how troublesome
Norton and Dennis really are.
Norton got a bad throw
and flashed his enormously flashy bug eyes at the thrower.
And because he always thinks
that everyone secretly antagonises him
he took it very personally.
We went up to the boy who threw it,
and he looked like a giant compared to the poor boy,
he even looks like a giant compared to John.
If you ask me he should be more confident,
then he wouldn’t think that everyone hates him.
The bus ride:
ReplyDeleteThis weird girl sat with me today
she's not very pretty but that doesn't matter
for some odd reason i had to laugh,
laughing so much i think she s getting upset
she turns to the window and watches the poles
the poles zooming by until she turns,
she starts to ask me to stop, so i do
she has some minor problems about social life
Lorraine
LAUGHING ON THE BUS WITH JOHN
ReplyDeleteThat quite laugh of his really did cut me open
When I started my quite laugh,(just like Johns)
He began laughing a little louder
Then I,(just like John),began laughing a little louder
And before we knew it
We were laughing uncontrollably
We laughed so much
The whole bus must have thought we were nuts.
Parallel Poem: The Marshmallow Kid
ReplyDeleteNorton’s a reject.
Since noticed taking
a packet of marshmallows
first year of high school.
Never got over it
and was headline
in the paper.
After that day
became to be known as
The Marshmallow Kid.
Parallel Poem
ReplyDeleteLorraine’s mother isn’t the best confidence booster.
She makes it sound like Lorraine needs
pins and needles in every inch of her body.
If you ask me,
all she needs is a little faith in herself.
Her green eyes are intriguing,
and her timid personality
shines right through them.
Once the Pigman died,
Her eyes became soundless.
The greenish emerald shimmer in them
suddenly disappeared.
Although, the second we talk
about this memorial epic,
The old Lorraine with the
greenish emerald eyes reappear.
Her dream is to be a writer,
which has a lot to do with it.
However we’re both pretty antsy
to get everything that happened
straightened up,
and try to grasp
the reason why we did
the insane things we did.
The Parallel Poem: A Far Away Land
ReplyDeleteit’s a far away land
100 miles from the nearest town
even rumored to be horrendous
but I’ve been there before
seems like a millennium ago
it’s actually quite marvelous
there’s a tiny white church
and a cliff to see the sunset sink
but then the paragon succumbed
now, only tumbleweeds
and varmints roam without purpose
interminably, without an end
I don’t need internal plastic surgery
ReplyDeleteat least I think
I don’t need body braces to cover me up and down
at least I think
I am not a confident lad
and most of the time, I am not cheerful
However, sometimes, you’ll get a small smile
That is only when certain subjects come up
So, unless something interests me
my eyes wont light up
and you will sure know when I am happy
Jellybeans
ReplyDeleteI think i'm addicted
They make my eyes go big
It probably isn’t healthy
I like it anyway
I blame my dad
He was addicted too
I tried to make my own
It was almost 6 feet tall
It was my best friend
Until I ate it
It was green
Now it’s not
Jellybeans are bae
They taste so good
The choice-
ReplyDeleteOne-ninety Howard Avenue
I look back to the last time i was here
trees were blowing in the dense wind
nuns were smoothly moving everywhere
I look at the poor old man's house
I knew we shouldn't be asking for cash
The lie has gone too far i thought
I chose my path and went to the front step
I looked back at John wondering
wondering if he's ready to go in
if he's ready to make a choice
He marches past me to ring the doorbell
i say to myself here we go
PARALLEL POEM:The CRICKET
ReplyDeleteMiss.Reillen is a little on the chubby side
that doesn't stop her from wearing tight skirts
which makes her nylons make a
scraaaaaatchy sound
that's where she gets her nickname
the cricket
War Time
ReplyDeleteWhen the war was about to begin and nerves were going chaotic inside the soldiers stomachs, i’d pick the right moment.
i’d clear my throat roughly and quite loudly,
which signaled to prepare guns.
then I would give this phony sneeze
which signaled get set to sprint for your life.
When I whistled that meant to run and start firing as many shots as possible.
If you’d ever heard a herd of buffalo stampeding, a huge group of military soldiers sprinting with all their might, sounded just exactly like that.
War Time
ReplyDeleteWhen the war was about to begin and nerves were going chaotic inside the soldiers stomachs, i’d pick the right moment.
i’d clear my throat roughly and quite loudly,
which signaled to prepare guns.
then I would give this phony sneeze
which signaled get set to sprint for your life.
When I whistled that meant to run and start firing as many shots as possible.
If you’d ever heard a herd of buffalo stampeding, a huge group of military soldeirs sprinting with all their might, sounded just exactly like that.
Parallel poem: An Author’s Eyes
ReplyDeleteMy eyes are interesting, he says
I may be perceptive
But they’ve always been this still
Though it is a depressing matter
I do enjoy writing
And even though we miss him
We have to jot down
All of our crazy stories
Before they drift out of our memories
Parallel Poem:
ReplyDeleteDennis told the aged lady,
“I left the homework at home.”
The teacher was alone at home
and believed anything.
Previously in the school year
Dennis told her that he
wouldn’t be at school for the rest of the day,
because he needed to have surgery on his nose
which he told her was brutally bitten off by a rat
when he was a newborn baby.
When he came to school the next
he got in trouble for fibbing to her.
Fruit Roll Aftermath
ReplyDeleteHe never got caught
He was too quick
Too sneaky
He cleared his throat
And let out a prompt whistle
Boom!
Thirty-four scrawny un-nourished apples
making their way down the aisle
Ever heard a stampede of buffalo?
Well get used to it because it is a Wednesday ritual
Our poor substitute
He’s Mr. Pignati
ReplyDeleteHe’s Mr. Pignati
He's an older man
He’s bulky compared to ordinary people
Has a grand belly
He’s Mr. Pignati
Has the biggest smile across his face
Always pleased to meet new people
His eyes almost glister out of his head
He’s Mr. Pignati
When he looks at you
You can’t help but smile
He’s Mr. Pignati
Looks like Saint Nick
If you added a white beard
And a sleigh with eight reindeer
He’s Mr. Pignati
THE POUND:
ReplyDeleteThe room was loud
Because there were
Dogs everywhere, barking.
It was sad and gloomy
except for this one dog
Cage at the far end.
A little Golden Retriever
Puppy, with bright blue eyes.
It was adorable.
I’d never seen such a happy puppy in
such a sad place.
That wasn’t the only
Happy dog in the room.
There was also a
Cheerful adult Mutt,
An elderly but wise-looking Dalmatian,
and a frisky newborn puppy Husky.
Let's bring them both home!! :)
DeleteLet's bring them both home!! :)
DeleteThe Man
ReplyDeleteWhen he came to the door
Everything changed
The man was young
big and drunk
But I just about died when
I saw the gigantic smile plastered
on his bubbly face
The man expressed the most
happiness I had ever seen
His eyes twinkled and shined
like the night stars
He was that thrilled to see his
daughter again
After leaving her
in a Walmart Parking lot
when she was three
Parallel
ReplyDeleteJohn can accuse me, even though
I found Pigman’s number.
He thinks he would have
passed anyway.
I guess we kind of quickened
things up.
There is no way we could have
taken his life, no way.
talking about his vast eyes
ReplyDeletethey look right through you
especially during his lies
eyes of ocean blue
so tall
dark lungs
a brick wall
feels like we are the only ones
drinks too much
i want to be done
a soft touch
he's my moon and sun
Equine Giants
ReplyDeleteI have horses
some horses are from Japan
some are from Germany,
I own horses from Russia, and Italy
multiple horse breeds from multiple places.
everything horse size from miniatures to colossal size
and everything in between.
I own jumpers and dressage and other equine giants.
There are grey, chestnut, black, pinto
and multiple other colors of horses.
Who I am
ReplyDeleteHoly, i can’t believe i’m 6
feet tall already
and my long uncut hair...
my hair is a golden fire burning
brighter than the sun on a
mid-summers day.
I can’t even see out my own
eyes because of my
long uncut hair
and speaking of my eyes
they are a crystal blue, not too
blue but eyes such a deep blue,
you could drown in them.
I am a liar, I distort the truth
just as carnival mirrors distort your
appearance
I am addicted to smoking and drinking
and I for sure know its bad
everybody has bad qualities in life
I am John Conlan
The Man That Could Make Anyone Believe
ReplyDeleteWhen I arrived at the mall,
I hoped you had been there with me to see him.
The man I saw was old
and leaning towards his late fifties.
He was on the heavier side of the scale with a big beer belly.
But the thing about him that made me chuckle,
was the big smile that spread across his face.
He looked so delighted to see me
with twinkling eyes you could blind someone with.
Even though I know it was all an act.
I’m telling you,
that man had the appearance and attitude of a real Santa Claus.
Everything about him from head to toe
was extremely realistic.
If I didn’t already know his true identity,
I would have ran up to him immediately
and told the man what I wanted for Christmas.
And all the kids I saw couldn’t see the truth about him,
he was acting so well I think they will continue to believe in Santa till they are thirty.
With his large, fluffy, pearly white beard and his breath that smelt fouly of whiskey,
if you stuck him outside on a cold night on a busy street in mid-December,
he would stick out of the crowd like a sore thumb.
What Lies In The Barn At Night
ReplyDeleteYou first walk in and the smell hits you,
the smell of rotten eggs.
The barn was dark like a nights sky with no stars,
it was a total dump with mud and
flies all over.
The smell was atrocious,
there were tons of swine.
I’ve never been in a room with so many swine.
There were fat ones and skinny ones
and baby ones and even teacup ones,
there were tons of swine!!
What lies in the barn at night
Santa Claus
ReplyDeleteHe’s a cheerful senior citizen
A well known large guy
With a fat, plump belly
Who eats sizzling cookies along with milk
And is fond of giving gifts with a beaming smile
Always delighted to greet anyone with a ho ho ho
And wears Christmas colors with a floppy hat
He has a pale, colorless beard
The kids think he’s the greatest
His breath smells of peppermint aromas
They call him jolly old Santa Claus
he’s tall with whimsical eyes
ReplyDelete6 foot
blue
his passionate eyes transform me
like a portal to another dimension
there is something so relaxing
about his presence alone
he is a good boy with bad habits
smoking
drinking
these habits will kill him
when they do
it will kill me
The Windows into the Soul
ReplyDeleteI noticed her the first day,
Her emerald eyes were fantastic.
They analyzed everything.
Yet, whenever mine came her way,
She snapped her green orbs the other direction.
They reminded me of weary searchlights,
Scanning everything and everyone.
Inside her worried mind working,
It was over processing everything
And waiting for relief.
That we weren’t all judging her every move.
She was special in that way.
He’s six feet already with hazel-colored hair,
ReplyDeleteand sapphire portals for eyes
He has colossal eyes that look through you.
Especially if he’s in his common grotesque lies
And he drinks or puffs more than any boy I know.
The analysts would predict his family
was the cause
or he drinks and puffs to assert his privilege.
There was an ear-piercing noise
ReplyDeleteIt was the enormous cricket outside my house
The bulky legs on its body rubbed together
Poor guy, he couldn’t help it
He may not have enough energy
Miss. Cricket, Miss Reillen
ReplyDeleteA librarian at franklin high school
a little on the fat side
yet she is very generous
letting people type on the quiet typewriter
the way she dresses though is a little depressing
with her scratchy nylon and tight skirt
there she goes now scraaaatch
I feel bad for her what do we know
if she wasn’t a librarian they wouldn't hear it
but, since she is it's very noticeable.
Instead of being a gym or woodshop teacher
she had to be a librarian, the keeper of the books
Miss Cricket ,Miss. Reillen.
Candy Store
ReplyDeleteThere was candy all over the place
I had never seen so much candy before,
I don’t mean the cheap fun sized ones;
these were the expensive ones...
There were some that had caramel drizzled the top,
some had chocolate, nuts, or cream.
There were swirled with brilliant colors and others had chunks of other candies sprinkled over the top
There were, fruity ones and savory ones.
There were Skittles, taffy, lolli-pops, M&Ms, gummy worms, gum balls, and some i had never seen before.
Candy, candy, candy