I want to go home
It was an accident, Ralph
You alright Piggy?
Jack"s left hand with his glasses.
Now we are left with nothing.
The Chiefs
Jack the proper chief,
Ralph seen as a failure.
We'll soon hunt again
We keep the fire going.
Tribes seperated by fear.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
You Can't have it All
But you can have warm chocolate milk every morning,
always being the sweet childhood pleasure.
You can have the small dirty black feet next to your nose,
waking you and not caring enough to push them back because you love her.
You can have the shouts and laughter, the imaginary ship,
that sails to the living room.
You can have the imperfect perfect family picture
that takes hours to take because the dog ate my popsicle and cousin had to sneeze.
You can have laughter, because when you laugh it’s like the sun flower that turns to the light. You can have the smell of fresh clean laundry right down to the socks. You can have breakfast outside at 1:30 in the afternoon.
You can play with the hose in a summer day
because you don’t have a pool.
You can have the daily call of your grandfather
to get his blessing through a camera.
You can’t go to the other side of it and give him a good night kiss in his forehead because you’re too far from home. But you can have the sound of his voice clearly as if he were next to you. And you can be grateful for photo albums;
for if we didn’t, we would forget the good moments.
You can have the noisy stairs, when one descends,
you can figure out who is walking down.
You can have your fathers arm around you. Shoulders watching a cooking show and not hearing a single complains when you know he wants to watch soccer.
You can have the pictures of your sister on your bedroom wall,
you can have fire place and burnt marshmallow.
You can’t count of someone to push you to it all the time
but there is always that one on the stand cheering
as you do a flip turn, as you push off the wall and take a deep breath and stroke.
You can have a mango tree on your yard and pick the juiciest one of them all
and you can have hands dripping with mango juice
and your mom warning you to not stain your clothes.
You can have a friend who knows your melody and can hum it back to you
when you have forgotten.
You can have dirty hands piled up in the center of a chant circle
and a cry of excitement before a soccer game. And you can have that long lost picture
stuffed in a box and the back side written on with your cousins lousy handwriting
letting you know that they love you.
You can’t have your neighbor’s pretty garden filled with flowers and fleshly cut grass, but when you turn around you know you can have your own beautiful, uncut, grassy garden that might not be like the others filled with happiness, love, and the cherishment for the things you can have.
always being the sweet childhood pleasure.
You can have the small dirty black feet next to your nose,
waking you and not caring enough to push them back because you love her.
You can have the shouts and laughter, the imaginary ship,
that sails to the living room.
You can have the imperfect perfect family picture
that takes hours to take because the dog ate my popsicle and cousin had to sneeze.
You can have laughter, because when you laugh it’s like the sun flower that turns to the light. You can have the smell of fresh clean laundry right down to the socks. You can have breakfast outside at 1:30 in the afternoon.
You can play with the hose in a summer day
because you don’t have a pool.
You can have the daily call of your grandfather
to get his blessing through a camera.
You can’t go to the other side of it and give him a good night kiss in his forehead because you’re too far from home. But you can have the sound of his voice clearly as if he were next to you. And you can be grateful for photo albums;
for if we didn’t, we would forget the good moments.
You can have the noisy stairs, when one descends,
you can figure out who is walking down.
You can have your fathers arm around you. Shoulders watching a cooking show and not hearing a single complains when you know he wants to watch soccer.
You can have the pictures of your sister on your bedroom wall,
you can have fire place and burnt marshmallow.
You can’t count of someone to push you to it all the time
but there is always that one on the stand cheering
as you do a flip turn, as you push off the wall and take a deep breath and stroke.
You can have a mango tree on your yard and pick the juiciest one of them all
and you can have hands dripping with mango juice
and your mom warning you to not stain your clothes.
You can have a friend who knows your melody and can hum it back to you
when you have forgotten.
You can have dirty hands piled up in the center of a chant circle
and a cry of excitement before a soccer game. And you can have that long lost picture
stuffed in a box and the back side written on with your cousins lousy handwriting
letting you know that they love you.
You can’t have your neighbor’s pretty garden filled with flowers and fleshly cut grass, but when you turn around you know you can have your own beautiful, uncut, grassy garden that might not be like the others filled with happiness, love, and the cherishment for the things you can have.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Marley a Dog like No Other
Marley a Dog like No Other by John Grogan
Luciana Paz
HarperCollins Publishers
Memoir
Where I got it from:Marley a Dog like No Other by John Grogan was recommended by my friend, who thought the novel was very touching. I got it from my English teacher Mrs. Meadows.
One sentence summery: John and Jenny a young couple are ready to take there next step of their marriage, it was time for a dog; Maley a dog like no other changes the Grogan family hearts an leads there way until the end with love, loyalty and extreme hyperactive personally.
First chapter: “When I was ten years old, my father caved in my pleas and took me to get my own dog.”
The first chapter “And Puppy Makes Three” is about how John and Jenny are ready to have a third family member. To be exact a dog. They go off to find the perfect dog they look at a littler of Labrador retrievers, the males where $400 females and the males $375. They found that the dog that they wanted was a clearance dog, he passed all the scare tests and he was adorable so they took him right away. What they both didn’t know was that the dog they were adopting was one that was going to change their lives and who came to be as Marley a dog like no other.
Verdict: The memoir was never heart-warming it, almost brought me in to tears. The author writes in humors ways making the book enjoyable. This story shows you values of life and what really matter by a Marley, the yellow fur ball with a pure heart, who quickly grows and never lets go of his over exciting personality. This book would be defiantly but in the “you have to read book even though they might be childlike” pale.
Cover comments: The cover of Marley and me really makes you want to read it. It has the cutest puppy (Marley) in the front part with a red background focusing it on the dog. The saying don’t judge a book by its cover is sometimes wrong because the cover is very important for a reader to pick it up. The cover has a small innocent dog that it fouls you to thinking it’s another “cute puppy old story”, but at the end you see how the puppy becomes the opposite of the cover.
Luciana Paz
HarperCollins Publishers
Memoir
Where I got it from:Marley a Dog like No Other by John Grogan was recommended by my friend, who thought the novel was very touching. I got it from my English teacher Mrs. Meadows.
One sentence summery: John and Jenny a young couple are ready to take there next step of their marriage, it was time for a dog; Maley a dog like no other changes the Grogan family hearts an leads there way until the end with love, loyalty and extreme hyperactive personally.
First chapter: “When I was ten years old, my father caved in my pleas and took me to get my own dog.”
The first chapter “And Puppy Makes Three” is about how John and Jenny are ready to have a third family member. To be exact a dog. They go off to find the perfect dog they look at a littler of Labrador retrievers, the males where $400 females and the males $375. They found that the dog that they wanted was a clearance dog, he passed all the scare tests and he was adorable so they took him right away. What they both didn’t know was that the dog they were adopting was one that was going to change their lives and who came to be as Marley a dog like no other.
Verdict: The memoir was never heart-warming it, almost brought me in to tears. The author writes in humors ways making the book enjoyable. This story shows you values of life and what really matter by a Marley, the yellow fur ball with a pure heart, who quickly grows and never lets go of his over exciting personality. This book would be defiantly but in the “you have to read book even though they might be childlike” pale.
Cover comments: The cover of Marley and me really makes you want to read it. It has the cutest puppy (Marley) in the front part with a red background focusing it on the dog. The saying don’t judge a book by its cover is sometimes wrong because the cover is very important for a reader to pick it up. The cover has a small innocent dog that it fouls you to thinking it’s another “cute puppy old story”, but at the end you see how the puppy becomes the opposite of the cover.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Dream Big and Accomplish
Description:
This poetry notebook is dedicated to my sister, who is graduating. These poems portray how a person can accomplish their goals with a good spirit and courage by setting your mind to what you have put as your finish line. For a finish line does not mark the end of your race, you will continue running and pursuing your dreams.
Synopsis:
These poems will show you that an achievement is a goal that began as a dream and that it has been reached. It will inspire you to reach high for your goals,to succeed and reach for the next dream.
Dream Big and Accomplish
Poetry:
Dreams by Langston
Hughes
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Dare to Dream by Julie Anne Ford
Today's Dreams Are Tomorrow's Successes by Kelly D. Caron
Dream Big by Author unknown
Graduation Is a Time by Nicholas Gordon
Solid Goal by Charles Ghigna
Solid Goal
Charles Ghigna
Don't let the distance to your goals
Keep you from your dreams;
It's never really quite as far
As what it often seems.
Always Keep Your Dreams Alive by Author Unknown
Always Keep Your Dreams Alive
Author Unknown
Now is a time for you to celebrate
the accomplishment of a dream you have worked so hard to realize.
You have shown so many people how special you are.
Now is the time to begin to pursue the next path,
to reach out for the next star,
and to achieve the things that are so important to you.
Always keep your dreams alive.
And keep them coming true.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Watermelon Red—Benjamin Moore—2087–20
She is sitting outside
in the watermelon field
surrounded by scrambler
and trailer vines.
Her legs
"Criss cross
apple sauce"
like vines tangled
and twisted
holding
the sweet treat
of the summer fruit
the crunchy
thirst—quenching
watermelon.
She looks
beyond
the summer air
that has
made small drops
of sweat
on her forehead
she slides
her hands
against
the hard
bitter
rind.
The pattern and color
fascinate her.
She sees one
that is fully grown
ready
for harvest.
They grow
so well
that its hard to take one home.
She tastes it
wanting to never
forget its
succulent flavor.
The small black seeds
inside
like soldiers
in a line,
perfectly positioned.
She sits on the watermelon field
thinking—
She is one of them
not ready yet
to be sweet
to be colorful
to be
unique.
She is still
growing she is a seed
that has been cultivated.
She knows
she will someday
be ready
to be harvested
and be
watermelon
red.
Monday, April 11, 2011
What are We?
He faced
the place of assemble
and the conch
to his lips.
One had to sit
attracting all eyes
to the conch
all crouched
or squatted.
Now,
there's no water.
he shells are dry.
We need
those shelters
and go to the rocks.
The fire
is most important
we ought to die
before we let
the fire out.
His speech
was planned
point by point.
Hands
were reaching
for the conch
in the light
of the setting sun .
He held on
and leaped on the trunk.
Things
are
breaking up.
I don't understand why.
He looked beyond them,
at nothing
remembering the beastie,
the snake,
the fire,
the talk about fear.
He says the beast comes
out of the sea
or is it some sort of ghost.
He stops again.
The careful plan
battered and broken.
What are we?
Humans?
Animal?
Savages?
I was chosen
as chief.
There is no beast.
the rules
are the only
thing we've got.
Bollock to the rules,
if there is a beast
will hunt it.
We
are strong.
The sound of mock hunting
laughter,
and real terror
comes
from the beach.
Well be like animals
will never
be rescued
not
if I blow the conch.
the place of assemble
and the conch
to his lips.
One had to sit
attracting all eyes
to the conch
all crouched
or squatted.
Now,
there's no water.
he shells are dry.
We need
those shelters
and go to the rocks.
The fire
is most important
we ought to die
before we let
the fire out.
His speech
was planned
point by point.
Hands
were reaching
for the conch
in the light
of the setting sun .
He held on
and leaped on the trunk.
Things
are
breaking up.
I don't understand why.
He looked beyond them,
at nothing
remembering the beastie,
the snake,
the fire,
the talk about fear.
He says the beast comes
out of the sea
or is it some sort of ghost.
He stops again.
The careful plan
battered and broken.
What are we?
Humans?
Animal?
Savages?
I was chosen
as chief.
There is no beast.
the rules
are the only
thing we've got.
Bollock to the rules,
if there is a beast
will hunt it.
We
are strong.
The sound of mock hunting
laughter,
and real terror
comes
from the beach.
Well be like animals
will never
be rescued
not
if I blow the conch.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
