Sachin

My final thoughts about poetry

I feel it is ok now because i have learned from what I was before.

My My sheep hear My voice'  Christ did say, 'and I know them  and they follow Me'

My opinion: I like this poem is because, I like people listening to me when I am talking.

Jack Frost

 He's been again  In the night  Painting windows  Sparkling white

 Sliver trees  And frosty paths  Crystal footprints Spiky grass

Spiders' web Of wintrylace Jack frost's touch In every place

By: Brenda williams

**A Rap <span style="background-attachment: initial !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; background-image: none !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-position: 100% 50%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; bottom: 0px; color: blue !important; cursor: pointer; display: inline !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; font-variant: normal; font-weight: inherit !important; left: 0px; margin: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding: 0px !important; position: static; right: 0px; text-decoration: underline !important; text-transform: none !important; top: 0px;">Song ** science teaches us ascent of sap now we are the no. one chap but some people think its just crap
 * hey man, its about the rap

to make a rap you need to be cool you cant be like any other fool to make one you dont go to school you've got to be at the top and rule

to make a rap you need concentration its not as easy as decimals or fraction a tortoise has really slow action magnetic fields have force of attraction

a finished rap sounds really good it sounds just like a real rap should making a rap that everyone could some people wont and some just would

By: Rishi Menon ||

**Moon Rap**
 * Blue sky

white moon

Swimming stars

Clouds catch

To catch and rap

for

The moon...

By: Selvakumar ||

**Limerick** who got a young virgin in pod. This disgraceful behaviour begot Christ our Saviour, who was nailed to a cross, poor old sod.
 * There was an old bugger called God,

By: Dylan Thomas ||

**My Limerick from Limerick**

Took a long, lovely walk by the ocean, No need to apply our suntan lotion. For the hour was late But the scenery's great. Seemed to soothe our tired souls like a potion.

By: Jhonny Cobb

**Chocolate Cake** It looks so creamy and brown like the color of my crap The taste is so rich and sweet You can make yourself look toothless with one bite; x ||
 * || Chocolate cake my favourite kind

**A Humorous Death**

to the horizon, over the edge is the distance down. I am over Falling slow as a feather.
 * Distance stretches

My past passes me, painfully. It is a long way, the bottom. In the mortuary of mind lay my ancestors arms open and calling. The dying left in me will not speed its entirity towards the inevitable.

> << My ancestors are laughing now. Applauding joyfully, glad that I am released from the restrictions of being.

By: Sally Plumb ||

**Football** Armor clad, in fields battle To reap victory ||
 * Like medieval knights

**The Soldier** Fall of a valiant soldier Resting in the Lord ||
 * Fighting for freedom,

**Sonnet-A New Year's Sonnet**

Wake up; Wake up, for a New Year is born! Spring-time has come and the Oak has acorn; Wake up; Wake up, for the sweet songs of Birds; They twitter and chatter, flying in hordes.

Wake up; Wake up, for the meadow is green; The landscape is so bright, lively, serene; Wake up; Wake up, for the tall grass in dance, To the tune of the Wind, marching perchance.

Wake up; Wake up, for the gorgeous flowers, Have blossom'd after the Spring-time showers; Wake up; Wake up, for the Sun has come out; ’Tis warm day indeed for running about. Wake up; Wake up, for the weather is fine; ’Tis time you made peace with neighbours with wine

**Decision**

There are only two possibilities God the result of imagination Or God the Lord over all creation With supernatural abilities

Considering the liabilities The former, a finite observation The latter, spirit rejuvenation With its infinite capabilities

Choosing the former one has to reason What's wanted is some final solution An end to it all with no life ahead I choose the latter for a new season Trusting in God as my resolution Gaining promised eternal life instead

**Ballad of the Moon**

The moon came into the forge in her bustle of flowering nard. The little boy stares at her, stares. The boy is staring hard. In the shaken air the moon moves her amrs, and shows lubricious and pure, her breasts of hard tin. "Moon, moon, moon, run! If the gypsies come,  they will use your heart  to make white necklaces and rings." "Let me dance, my little one. When the gypsies come,  they'll find you on the anvil  with your lively eyes closed tight.  "Moon, moon, moon, run! I can feelheir horses come." "Let me be, my little one, don't step on me, all starched and white!"

Closer comes the the horseman, drumming on the plain. The boy is in the forge; his eyes are closed. Through the olive grove come the gypsies, dream and bronze, their heads held high, their hooded eyes.

Oh, how the night owl calls, calling, calling from its tree! The moon is climbing through the sky with the child by the hand.

They are crying in the forge, all the gypsies, shouting, crying. The air is veiwing all, views all. The air is at the viewing.

**the sonnet-ballad** They took my lover's tallness off to war, Left me lamenting. Now I cannot guess What I can use an empty heart-cup for. He won't be coming back here any more. Some day the war will end, but, oh, I knew When he went walking grandly out that door That my sweet love would have to be untrue. Would have to be untrue. Would have to court Coquettish death, whose impudent and strange Possessive arms and beauty (of a sort) Can make a hard man hesitate--and change. And he will be the one to stammer, "Yes." Oh mother, mother, where is happiness? ||
 * Oh mother, mother, where is happiness?

Earth Green, blue Turning, healing, protecting Life supporting planet Rock
 * **Earth** ||

** My opinion: The reason why I like this poem is because earth is green and sky are blue and also we are living on it, so that is why I like this poem. **

**The Days of School**

School Days Crazy, boring Work! Work! Work! Too much work! The last days are always the best All done.

My opinion: I like this poem is because school give us too much homework and and also sometimes I get crazy.

**A Friend**

Kind, helpful Cheering, instructing, caring Always there for you True
 * Friend

My opinion: I like this poem because it is a true poem, a friend is always there is you need any help. ||

** DIAMOND **

** * **
 * *the* **
 * *diamond* **
 * *on my hand* **
 * *reflecting love* **
 * *stars, dance* **
 * *an endless* **
 * *diamond* **
 * *sky* **


 * My opinion: The reason I chose this poem is because i like **

love and stars and also like to dance.

Poem I wrote

I see a big fly Sitting on a pie, My brother takes a big bite And the fly vanished out of sight!

My English teacher wants Me to use imagination, So I go to math class And let my mind go on vacation! media type="file" key="Audio Recording 6.mov" width="300" height="300"