Piggy, Ralph, Sam and Eric,
the only ones that are left
that have not joined Jack.
Ralph says they are murderers,
Piggy denies killing him.
Power has shifted
to Jack's hands at Castle Rock,
His hunters attacked,
And stole Piggy's spectacles,
The tool used to light the fire.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
You Can't Have it All
But you can have hot chocolate on a bitter, rainy day,
Its warmth like a comforting hug from your family.
You can have the always-hilarious stories your seven-teen year-old sister shares
with you about the things that have happened over the years
amongst her friends.
You can have the sound of the alarm clock,
Waking you up at six on a Saturday morning
because you forgot to switch the alarm of the night before.
You can have a sold-out crowd at a game,
when hopes of winning it all were lost two months and a huge disappointment ago.
You can have the heaviness of your sweaty shirt
Like giant hands grasping you back,
Not letting you move
after a difficult, demanding practice.
You can have sound of your parents’ radio,
Barely being able to determine if it’s talk radio or music
between the deluge of static.
You can visit your grandparents,
And having them comment on how much you’ve grown since you last visited them,
Three months ago.
You can have a “Yankees Suck” chant
At a Red Sox vs Twins game.
You can have the taste of a cold, chilly Gatorade after running three miles,
And you can have a twelve hour sleep during the weekend after a rough week.
You can have the constant pain in your shoulders and back
After spending a day at the beach refusing to put on sunblock.
You can wear the shirt you’ve had for so many years,
And wondering how it still fits you,
Despite outgrowing all your other clothes.
You can have a can of Coca-Cola when you get home,
And you can have the smell of the cookies your grandmother makes
As she takes them out of the oven.
You can stay up to midnight doing absolutely nothing,
And fall asleep at eight while doing homework.
You can have the chocolate bar you where saving for later melt,
And instead lick it off the wrapper.
You can dive into the pool straight after eating,
Refusing to listen to your mother,
You can have all these wonderful things,
But you can’t have it all.
Its warmth like a comforting hug from your family.
You can have the always-hilarious stories your seven-teen year-old sister shares
with you about the things that have happened over the years
amongst her friends.
You can have the sound of the alarm clock,
Waking you up at six on a Saturday morning
because you forgot to switch the alarm of the night before.
You can have a sold-out crowd at a game,
when hopes of winning it all were lost two months and a huge disappointment ago.
You can have the heaviness of your sweaty shirt
Like giant hands grasping you back,
Not letting you move
after a difficult, demanding practice.
You can have sound of your parents’ radio,
Barely being able to determine if it’s talk radio or music
between the deluge of static.
You can visit your grandparents,
And having them comment on how much you’ve grown since you last visited them,
Three months ago.
You can have a “Yankees Suck” chant
At a Red Sox vs Twins game.
You can have the taste of a cold, chilly Gatorade after running three miles,
And you can have a twelve hour sleep during the weekend after a rough week.
You can have the constant pain in your shoulders and back
After spending a day at the beach refusing to put on sunblock.
You can wear the shirt you’ve had for so many years,
And wondering how it still fits you,
Despite outgrowing all your other clothes.
You can have a can of Coca-Cola when you get home,
And you can have the smell of the cookies your grandmother makes
As she takes them out of the oven.
You can stay up to midnight doing absolutely nothing,
And fall asleep at eight while doing homework.
You can have the chocolate bar you where saving for later melt,
And instead lick it off the wrapper.
You can dive into the pool straight after eating,
Refusing to listen to your mother,
You can have all these wonderful things,
But you can’t have it all.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Poetry Notebook - April 2011: Frozen Snowflake
Frozen Snowflake
Description:
The poems I've selected all share the same theme of the hopelessness and loneliness of winter, but also the importance of family, portrayed through the Holiday Season. Some years it may feel like winter never ends and you can't wait to see the sunshine once again, but this season is all about sharing with your loved ones, your friends and family.
Synopsis:
Poems about the Holidays and winter season.
Theme:
Winter, the Holidays, and Family.
Poems:
The poems I've selected all share the same theme of the hopelessness and loneliness of winter, but also the importance of family, portrayed through the Holiday Season. Some years it may feel like winter never ends and you can't wait to see the sunshine once again, but this season is all about sharing with your loved ones, your friends and family.
Synopsis:
Poems about the Holidays and winter season.
Theme:
Winter, the Holidays, and Family.
Poems:
Christmas Spirit by Paul Moosberg
A Christmas Tree! A Christmas Tree! by David Keig
In Winter by Marchette Chute
Holiday Season by Mittur Ramprasad
In Winter by Marchette Chute
Holiday Season by Mittur Ramprasad
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Traffic Light Green - Benjamin Moore 2032-20
Traffic Light Green – Benjamin Moore 2032-20
He looks through the taxi cab’s window,
Raindrops rolling
Down the glass.
The stoplight illuminates the rain
A red,
Light that prevents
progress.
Looking beyond the window’s surface,
He sees the same sight he had seen for so many years.
The buildings,
Lifeless,
Monotonous,
A dull grey color.
The rainy days,
Interminable storms,
Washing away hopes
Of a sunny day
A brighter future.
The stoplight,
Always on red,
Never giving in,
Never giving him the green light.
Every day,
Is a bleak winter day.
His hands rest in his coats pockets,
Taking deep breaths
and watching the vapor assimilate in the air.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
House on Mango Street: Book Review
House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros
Publisher: Arte Publico Press
Genre: Coming-of-age
Genre: Coming-of-age
Where I got it: It was a recommended to me by Mrs. Meadows and my classmates.
One sentence summary: Esperanza talks about one of her homes, the house in Mango Street, and shares vignettes the show her coming-of-age and hopes of a better home.
First sentence: We didn't always live on Mango Street.
First chapter review: The first chapter introduces Esperanza's meaning and importance of home and how she desires a real home for her family to be proud of.
Verdict: I enjoyed reading this novel, although it doesn't rank up there with my favorite books.
Cover comments: The cover shows three women, one of them shinning light above the one on the front.
One sentence summary: Esperanza talks about one of her homes, the house in Mango Street, and shares vignettes the show her coming-of-age and hopes of a better home.
First sentence: We didn't always live on Mango Street.
First chapter review: The first chapter introduces Esperanza's meaning and importance of home and how she desires a real home for her family to be proud of.
Verdict: I enjoyed reading this novel, although it doesn't rank up there with my favorite books.
Cover comments: The cover shows three women, one of them shinning light above the one on the front.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Lord of The Flies
He saw something
big and horrid
moving in the trees.
The Beastie.
There is no Beastie...
There is no Beastie...
Fear cant hurt you more than a dream.
The snake,
The snake,
The fire,
The frightening Beast.
There is no Beastie...
He says the Beastie comes from the sea
the unknown indigo of infinite possibilities.
There is no Beastie...
It feels like
things don't make sense
not here,
in this island.
The frightening Beast.
There is no Beastie...
He says the Beastie comes from the sea
the unknown indigo of infinite possibilities.
There is no Beastie...
It feels like
things don't make sense
not here,
in this island.
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