Hee! The poem below 'The Price Of Fear' that I entered in a contest was chosen for publication!
Now I'm in the finals for a national competition =)
I haven't checked the website yet, but it's
Allah-u-abha!
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Thursday, January 03, 2008
Okay, I've been writing a lot of random poetry lately.
I submitted this to the local newspaper. Tell me if it's not completely true:
'TWAS THE HOUR OF MATH CLASS - A PARODY
Cassandra
'Twas the hour of Math Class -- that time we all dread;
The kids sitting weary, wish they were in bed.
In comes the teacher, they open their books.
Miss X turns her back, they shoot dirty looks.
She writes the equation, they feel their heads spin.
As she turns back to face them, they nod and they grin.
Our mode of defense, when Miss X looks at us:
Pretend that we know, there's no need to discuss!
Just try to get through, that's the general thought.
Smart kid in the front...lookin' way too distraught.
Just chill and relax, Thou art greater than I.
You know what you're doing, there's no need to cry!
'Do you have a question?' She asks with a smile.
She shifts on her feet, just stands for awhile.
No one asks questions in the middle school years...
What would our peers say? The root of our fears.
They stare at the clock, watching Math hour pass
Miss X must not notice, when their eyes turn to glass.
The time ticks away, moving slower each round
There's one final minute, then the bell's welcome sound.
They jump to their feet, books tucked under their arm.
They have been waiting for that fateful alarm.
Out into the hall, they're moving so fast.
With a whoop they all shout, “Freedom at LAST!”
~~
I submitted this to a national poetry contest:
THE PRICE OF FEAR
Cassandra
Darkness falling swallows light.
Pain and anger,
fast and bright.
All love destroyed as Darkness falls,
The dearest cost
was paid tonight.
A tear escapes
a mother's eye.
For this world's plight,
her son has died.
As Darkness falls, a strangled cry.
If this is fair,
then tell me why.
Explain to me.
Can this be right?
As darkness fell, that evil night,
how many died,
for human fright?
For war we die.
For war we fight.
How many more will die tonight?
~~
This was a "Favorite Snacks" Journal for English class. I twisted it...It's half-rap, half-nonsense-poem:
SNACK RAP
Cassandra
Bit 'o Honey, bite of bacon, bun bar, bubble gum.
Grab your money, have some fun! Get more, say YUM!
Caramello, cherry mash, chick-o-stick, clark bar.
Say hello, scarf some hash, catch a flick, that's bizarre!
Milk 'n' honey, mallo cup, mountain cherry, macaroons.
Don't be funny, give it up. Your face should vary, like the moon's.
Pickled feet, pepperoni, popcorn, pretzel sticks.
Something sweet, macaroni, I should warn, those are Nick's.
Salsa chips, snickers bars, sandwiches, sugar lumps.
Open lips, eat what's ours, a nose twitches, someone jumps!
Watermelon, whatchamacallit, wintergreen, wonder bread.
You're excellin', gotta admit, you lucky teen, just stay well-fed.
With all this food, how can you pick?
Come on, dude! I couldn't stick.
Change it up, try beans and ketchup!
Why not? Just give it a shot.
Lots to choose, and nothin' to lose.
~~
I wrote this for ... nothing. It's not all that good, and is really repetitive, but I actually like it a lot.
BEAUTIFUL TERRIBLE
Cassandra
Beautiful, beautiful
people around me!
Beautiful, Beautiful
wonders to see.
Beautiful, beautiful
Time stretches forward.
Beautiful, beautiful
flying so free!
Beautiful, beautiful
family and friendship
Beautiful, beautiful
living to be.
Hideous, Hideous
Anger and hate.
Hideous, Hideous
Running from fate.
Hideous, Hideous
Time's frozen still.
Hideous, Hideous
Pain won't abate.
Hideous, Hideous
Cold and alone
Hideous, Hideous
Dying; too late.
Beautiful, Hideous
Living this way.
Beautiful, Hideous
wasting away.
Beautiful, Hideous
Under the shell
Beautiful, Hideous
running astray.
Beautiful, Hideous
never give up..
Beautiful, Hideous
savor this day.
Beautiful, beautiful
Hideous, Hideous
Life
~~
Since I can almost see you falling asleep, I'll stop here. Thanks for reading...and I really would appreciate feedback on these.
~Peace be with you
Cassandra
I submitted this to the local newspaper. Tell me if it's not completely true:
'TWAS THE HOUR OF MATH CLASS - A PARODY
Cassandra
'Twas the hour of Math Class -- that time we all dread;
The kids sitting weary, wish they were in bed.
In comes the teacher, they open their books.
Miss X turns her back, they shoot dirty looks.
She writes the equation, they feel their heads spin.
As she turns back to face them, they nod and they grin.
Our mode of defense, when Miss X looks at us:
Pretend that we know, there's no need to discuss!
Just try to get through, that's the general thought.
Smart kid in the front...lookin' way too distraught.
Just chill and relax, Thou art greater than I.
You know what you're doing, there's no need to cry!
'Do you have a question?' She asks with a smile.
She shifts on her feet, just stands for awhile.
No one asks questions in the middle school years...
What would our peers say? The root of our fears.
They stare at the clock, watching Math hour pass
Miss X must not notice, when their eyes turn to glass.
The time ticks away, moving slower each round
There's one final minute, then the bell's welcome sound.
They jump to their feet, books tucked under their arm.
They have been waiting for that fateful alarm.
Out into the hall, they're moving so fast.
With a whoop they all shout, “Freedom at LAST!”
~~
I submitted this to a national poetry contest:
THE PRICE OF FEAR
Cassandra
Darkness falling swallows light.
Pain and anger,
fast and bright.
All love destroyed as Darkness falls,
The dearest cost
was paid tonight.
A tear escapes
a mother's eye.
For this world's plight,
her son has died.
As Darkness falls, a strangled cry.
If this is fair,
then tell me why.
Explain to me.
Can this be right?
As darkness fell, that evil night,
how many died,
for human fright?
For war we die.
For war we fight.
How many more will die tonight?
~~
This was a "Favorite Snacks" Journal for English class. I twisted it...It's half-rap, half-nonsense-poem:
SNACK RAP
Cassandra
Bit 'o Honey, bite of bacon, bun bar, bubble gum.
Grab your money, have some fun! Get more, say YUM!
Caramello, cherry mash, chick-o-stick, clark bar.
Say hello, scarf some hash, catch a flick, that's bizarre!
Milk 'n' honey, mallo cup, mountain cherry, macaroons.
Don't be funny, give it up. Your face should vary, like the moon's.
Pickled feet, pepperoni, popcorn, pretzel sticks.
Something sweet, macaroni, I should warn, those are Nick's.
Salsa chips, snickers bars, sandwiches, sugar lumps.
Open lips, eat what's ours, a nose twitches, someone jumps!
Watermelon, whatchamacallit, wintergreen, wonder bread.
You're excellin', gotta admit, you lucky teen, just stay well-fed.
With all this food, how can you pick?
Come on, dude! I couldn't stick.
Change it up, try beans and ketchup!
Why not? Just give it a shot.
Lots to choose, and nothin' to lose.
~~
I wrote this for ... nothing. It's not all that good, and is really repetitive, but I actually like it a lot.
BEAUTIFUL TERRIBLE
Cassandra
Beautiful, beautiful
people around me!
Beautiful, Beautiful
wonders to see.
Beautiful, beautiful
Time stretches forward.
Beautiful, beautiful
flying so free!
Beautiful, beautiful
family and friendship
Beautiful, beautiful
living to be.
Hideous, Hideous
Anger and hate.
Hideous, Hideous
Running from fate.
Hideous, Hideous
Time's frozen still.
Hideous, Hideous
Pain won't abate.
Hideous, Hideous
Cold and alone
Hideous, Hideous
Dying; too late.
Beautiful, Hideous
Living this way.
Beautiful, Hideous
wasting away.
Beautiful, Hideous
Under the shell
Beautiful, Hideous
running astray.
Beautiful, Hideous
never give up..
Beautiful, Hideous
savor this day.
Beautiful, beautiful
Hideous, Hideous
Life
~~
Since I can almost see you falling asleep, I'll stop here. Thanks for reading...and I really would appreciate feedback on these.
~Peace be with you
Cassandra
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