Day of SpongeBob
By Jonah Bluh
I
SpongeBob wakes up with the blow of his horn.
He goes down stairs, and gives Garry a scorn.
He said, “Garry, why did you eat the soup?”
He couldn’t reply because he had to poop.
II
Now SpongeBob has to go to work.
Where Squidward is being a Jerk.
Squidward says, “Why are you here?”
“I came to work with you my peer.”
III
SpongeBob walks back into the kitchen.
He’s about to cook, then sees a chicken.
He looks again and realizes it Krabs.
He says, “Start cookin’ those big meaty slabs.”
IV
A customer comes and wants to buy food.
He says, “Make me a kelp shake dude.”
He tells SpongeBob, “Make me the green stuff.”
“Comin’ right up,” he said with a puff.
V
He whips one up and rings the bell.
Squidward grabs it and says thanks in a yell.
“There is no need to yell little squid.”
Don’t tell me what to do, you’re a kid.
VI
SpongeBob runs out sad and crying.
Squidward just stands there and won’t stop smilin’.
He runs far, deep into the forest.
Where he meets a weird, hippy, guitarist.
VII
He asks the stranger, “What I should do.”
He said, “Follow your heart you’ll never lose.”
OK I will do what you say.
I will go home, get in bed, and sleep every day.
VIII
SpongeBob goes home and falls to sleep.
He has a dream, he meets a sheep.
It says, “I admonish you to not subside to Squidward’s devious plans.
To help I bestow upon the wrath of the clams.
IX
He says be astute when you use power.
You could have plumage, be mythical or be a flower.
He wakes up, realizing it was a figment of imagination.
He thinks he has the wrath of world domination.
X
He walks outside, gets hit on the head.
Cries, whines and goes back to bed.
He dreams again about a giant toad.
Thanks for reading my SpongeBob episode.
Rhymey Rhyme
By Zac Giles
I
The baby chick couldn’t dance, it couldn’t sing, it couldn’t prance
The baby chick was out of luck
It sure felt like a little duck
II
Ducks weren’t fun, ducks weren’t cool, ducks were just stupid tools
But the chick had a trick, the best trick of all time
He could rhyme, and rhyme, and rhyme, and rhyme
III
When he rhymed, he started to dance
He started to sing, he started to prance
But only when he rhymed, he could do these things
IV
And when he didn’t rhyme, he didn’t dance
He didn’t sing, he didn’t prance
He was too scared to rhyme around the other chicks
V
He was running out of time
They’d be chickens in no time
He needed to learn, to learn how to rhyme
VI
In front of all the chicks, then he’d be cool
As cool as a popsicle
VII
He went into the forest, to find the Rhymeacorn
He was a unicorn that can rhyme
VIII
Then he found him, he found him indeed
He was ten times greater than he could have ever seen
VIV
He taught him to rhyme, to rhyme
In front of a huge crowd, that happened to be pretty loud
X
He did it, he did it at last
The baby chicken rhymed
The best rhyme of all time
He was awesome
I don’t know how to end this poem
…bacon.
Home Again
By Zac Johnston
Home is a five hour plane ride away.
I am so looking forward to the end of May.
The moment I walk in the door
This big, black creature knocks me to the floor.
My dog Moose is so happy to see me.
Pawing, licking, and barking – he won’t let me be.
I regain my composure, and I am all smiles
I made the journey home – 2600 miles
Moose whines and I pat his head.
I say a silent prayer of thanks at the sight of MY bed.
I’m still for a moment and just take in the sight
My home, my dog, my family – I’m feeling alright.
24 hours have yet to pass
Since I last saw friends from my class.
Such good memories we’ve had
For those adventures in paradise I’ll always be glad.
Weekend adventures around the island by car.
I think back and I’m amazed – I’ve come so far.
Mahalo, Maui – Maui Prep it’s been fun
But I’m headed back for some California sun.
The City Squirrel
By Coleman Kingwell
I
I awoke like a lion
Coleman is a squirrel
The squirrel is awake
It watches the quake
The citizens run to and fro
II
I want to step out
I want to go
I run for the green
III
And try not to pee
I feel the rush
The powers touch
IV
I see the man
The watching man
Towering above the trees he can
V
I feel the urge to follow him
Right into the darkness within
I feel the light
VI
I take the flight
The path ahead is brightly white……
I am in the sea
VII
Farther than anyone else can see
I see the sponge
What the heck
VIII
I think my brain is messing with me
I swim around to find a pineapple
I invite myself in
IX
I see the portal
I see the light
Then I begin to take flight….
X
What
What’s happening?
I thought it was over?
XI
Where am I now
Is that a cat?
Is it wearing a hat?
XII
Where is the rat
That cat is a little fat
Let’s take off
Silent Life
By Jessica Kingwell
I. BOOOOM!!!
The earth lies still
All that is left are the whisperers
The ones that are silent
The ones that are expected
II.
The water flows upon the rocks
Down, around, and over
It is lonely with no one but the
Elders, children, and nobodies
III.
Back and forth the wise ones rock
Their leaves swaying with the wind
Softly thinking to themselves
Sharing with the others
IV.
The whole world is left with anyone
No one but the whisperers
The ones that have been classified as the
Elders, children, and nobodies
V.
The children play by the stream
Hopping through the water
They all laugh as loud as the
waves crashing on the rocks
They are shushed by the elders
VI.
The nobodies are by themselves
With their minds
Blocked by the world
They like it that way
VII.
It is supposed to be this way
When the world is gone
And no one is left but
The elders, children, and nobodies
By Lexie Leon
I.
I am in my wedding dress walking down the hall
I see a painting on the wall
There are roses, daisies, and lilies too
But I see pass them I see right through
I know what the painter must have been thinking
She must have been getting married too
For she expressed all the fear and excitement
That a woman not doing the same as I
Could have never drawn with so grace and ease
I think I might cry
II.
I put the finishing touches on my hair and my makeup
My bridesmaids stare in awe
Like they’ve never even saw
Me scuttle down the street
They smile and stare and say with clemency
I look just like an angel
III.
The musicians are playing my song now
I must walk down the aisle
What if they don’t clap?
What if he changed his mind?
And when it comes to saying vows
Oh never mind
That won’t happen
We love each other
I start to trot: EARTHQUAKE!!!
IV.
I am fine but is everyone else?
I get the thumbs up sign from my maid of honor
And I know I will never again be a single woman
And that makes me fretful and enthusiastic at once
V.
I am not distinguishing what is happing
In the background I hear snapping
My whole world is in a daze
I hope it’s not another faze
I’m repeating words but I cannot hear them
At least I’m holding up my gaze
VI.
Now I’m at the party
Feeling very very hearty
We dance and sing
We all get festive
I gorge a ton
We all have fun
After when I throw my flowers
I feel as if I’m in a shower
It’s like I’m a bird soaring through the sky
Getting so super high
Then they bring out the cake
And it calls out my name
VII.
The celebration comes to a halt
But it’s not anyone’s fault
It’s almost midnight
So who’s to blame?
It is just a silly game
VIII.
We get the maids from the hotel
To clean up our magic spell
Tonight was just as magical
As a princess in a castle
Our limo takes us to our house
I fall asleep in my blouse
IX.
When I wake
Evening breaks
The butler rushes us out the door
He is pretty hard core
X.
Autumn leaves fall off the trees
I smile and feel the cooling breeze
We are almost to the airport
Where we will deport
Off to the jungle in Brazil for our one and only honeymoon
Friday Minecraft
By Lucas Mackin
I.
Today is Friday
I want to get home
Because Friday is minecraft
Where I'm building my dome
II.
I rush into the car
So anxious to begin
Which starts with a call
With my best pal Ryan
III.
My dad picks me up
And he knows it's my day
So he gets me home in a hurry
And tells me to play
IV.
I grab my belongings
And rush into the house
Empty out my laptop
And position my mouse
V.
I switch on my phone
Dialing carefully and slow
And say, "Hey Ryan, I'm ready to go!"
VI.
I turn on my Bukkit server
Hoping there are no glitches
Since I have downloaded
The mod with ditches
VII.
We start out in a cave
With a sticky situation
Hoping no creepers
Spawn at our station
VIII.
We run into a zombie
Since there's no light
We both freak out
Because of the fright
IX.
We walk out of the cave
Jumping with joy
Since we collected
8 diamonds, oh boy!
X.
Leaving the game
We sprint to our homes
The monsters behind us
We are done building our domes!
A Pencil I Found
by Molly Manafo
I found a pencil on the ground,
And wondered who had thrown it down.
What kind of things had they written?
Why was the pencil so terribly bitten?
The pencil was sharpened down to a stub,
But yet I decided to pick it up
To see if the words the writer had to say
Were still stored in the pencil today.
Of all the pencils in his pencil bag,
This is the one he had to have.
The poor pencil, old and worn.
How many pages had been torn?
For the author to accomplish his goal,
And express his feelings to young and old.
I envision him, struggling to phrase
All of the things he desired to say.
Until finally the pencil wore down
And here he left it here, on the ground.
But there are words he left untold:
How many secrets can a pencil hold?
Remembering
by Molly Manafo
I can almost remember the feeling:
So cold, so soft.
Mom tells me to bundle up tight:
It’s cold tonight.
I heed her words and put on an extra layer,
Before I put on my red-and-yellow outdoor wear
My brother hurries to get outside first,
But his arms go where the legs are supposed to in his green outdoor wear,
And mom has to help him put it on right, before he can go outside.
I can almost remember everything we’d make out of it:
the little man that succeeded in melting by the next day,
The balls that I could never get to be perfectly round, no matter how hard I tried
And all those times we tried to build forts, we couldn’t pack the blocks tight enough.
My brother and I would break icicles off the low porch roof,
Pretend they were swords, and fight each other until the ice was just a stub.
Then we’d suck on the cold ice pieces left –
It made mom’s hot cocoa taste even better.
I can almost remember the color:
A glittering shade brighter than white itself.
I hold my mitten out and tiny pieces fall into my hand,
a gift from the world above.
I bring out my flashlight to see the shapes,
Tiny little crystals William Bentley cared so much about,
But I can only catch a glimpse before they melt in the bright light.
I can almost remember it:
The snow
Dear Math
By Layla Nabavi
(Math, here is a poem I made about you; I know you’ll hate it.)
Dear Math,
You’re not a living thing, just numbers on a sheet.
I hate you because you make me solve your problems.
Even though I have my own to solve.
Who cares about you! The only person does is my math teacher!
You bring my grades down, and you don’t care. So it makes me want to pull my hair.
When I have free time, you are always in my way, to solve more problems for my math grade.
Who wants you! I have better things to do then sit there staring at you to see how amI going to get the
answer right!
Every day is always a fight between you and me math! Don’t you understand!
I know you don’t and never will!
What’s the point about odd and even numbers? Why they are even called that?
Or about reciprocals, why do they have to be flipped around so much all the time?!
And variables, what’s the point about letters in a math problem! I mean come on! If something says
“Find x” you can just circle the letter and that would be your answer!
Everything is your fault! Why do you have to be so difficult!
Why am I even talking to you! You’re not even alive! Just problems that our teacher gives us….
Wait, it is also my math teacher’s fault too! She’s the one who gave me you!
I need to have a talk with her, and you are coming with me!
I have many things I need to say off of my chest to her, but I would put it in a poem instead. Just like the
one I made about you.
Luminous Light
By: Alexa
I. I show you things,
That were once hidden.
Sometimes I can be seen,
Sometimes I am forbidden.
II. At times I am there,
At times I am gone.
At times I am faint,
At times I am strong.
III. I light up the path,
By which you walk along.
I have my own rhythm,
I have my own song.
IV. At times I am like a tiger
I soar across the sky.
But sometimes I feel forgotten,
I just cannot lie.
V. I am everywhere,
There is always a place for me.
On the tops of the mountains,
In the bottom of the sea.
VI. I fill your heart,
I fill your soul.
I help you with your life,
But I do not control.
VII. There is not much I need,
There is not much I want.
My life is simple.
With very few grunts.
VIII. I represent beauty,
I represent love.
I represent peace,
I am like a golden dove.
IX. I am as smooth as honey,
I am bright as the sun.
I am full of passion,
I love everything I’ve done.
X. Light is life,
It comes from within.
It shows you everything,
From New York to Berlin.
Heracles the Chinchilla
By Starla Racine
Heracles is a chinchilla, he likes to eat vanilla.
I made him cry, or is there something in his eye?
He ran all the way to Sealand, which is very far.
I drove to Greenland, in my tiny car.
Heracles ate some more vanilla, and I bought a new chinchilla.
Heracles fell asleep on a mat, and I fell asleep with a cat.
It’s too bad that he now lives in Sealand,
Because I’m all the way in Greenland.
Heracles will continue eating his vanilla,
And I will continue playing with my new chinchilla.
Heracles is allergic to spice,
And I like to eat bags of ice.
Heracles the chinchilla fell in his vanilla
I decided to get yet another chinchilla.
It’s too bad he’s in Sealand
Because I’m all the way in Greenland.
Heracles is a chinchilla, and he likes to eat vanilla.
Emma
I Shall Call Down My Precious Moon
Tonight
I. As the sun fades
The moon awakes
The stars shine like
Diamonds in a hot summer haze
II. I gaze into the never-ending
Sea of jewels like fire flies
Making their way to the dark pools
III. The clouds spawn in the Northern sky
They defy the odds of gravity
Rising higher into their eternal cavity
IV. The silent owl puffs its wings
Plunging into the song of the breeze
Drawing nearer to the moon
A great shadow casts across the sea
The owl is free
V. I fall deeper into my daze
My dreams soar across Like
Scattered hopes while my doubts are busy fading
XI. Although the moon has its ways
It kisses the sky good night
And she begins to blush
A sea of yellow and orange fill the sky
I shall call down my precious moon
Tonight
Sarah Wilhelm
Sonia, my Kitty~
My cat walks to her bowl, heading for the food it contains.
She ate some yesterday, and she’ll eat what remains.
As she creeps toward the bowl, quiet as a shadow,
she blends into the dark like a flower in a meadow.
She crouches down low, getting ready to pounce.
The food she was looking for was a gray mouse.
But I ruin her chance, when I tip over a large chair,
And then Sonia leaps 4 feet in the air.
The mouse gets away, and now she’s mad at me.
She pounces again, and I start to flee.
I wave my white flag and start to surrender,
I don’t wish to run from my cat for forever.
I distract her by throwing a toy down the hall.
Thank god I had that white ping pong ball…
Now she gets bored, and she’s still upset.
I go over to hug my sad, jet black pet.
I throw the white ball and off she goes again,
I’m happy to know that she’s still my friend <3
J.J. Jerome
One evening
On a fun Christmas day
I looked outside
But did not see Santa’s sleigh
I went down stairs
To check the milk and cookies
They were still there
Maybe Santa’s reindeer were rookies
I.
The next morning
I looked under the tree
You know what stunk
There were no presents for me
II.
I got to the North Pole
Ready to make Santa eat krill
But all I saw
Was my uncle bill
The snow devoured me
All he said was
Hey kid have some soup
And guess what happened after that
I stepped in polar bear poop
My uncle said
She sells seashells by the seashore
He pointed and yelled ram
I looked over and yelled
Get out of here scram
III.
So my trail ended there
And I went swimming with a manta
But guess what
I’m still looking for you Santa
A Whisper in a Tree
I am sitting in a meadow
Full of daisies and wheat
I cannot hear anything
But the pounding in my heart
There is a sound off to the distance but I ignore it
I am hypnotized by the beauty surrounding me
There is tall wheat grasses growing around me
And little white daises here and there
The sun is shining down on me
Like there is a light trying to get me
When I look down there I see a little black beetle
It looks just like a little black rock
I look back up again but it’s the same scene
Of wheat and daises on rolling hills
I feel like I’m the only person in the whole universe
A little joy pouring out of my heart
I love it; it feels like I can do anything and everything I want to do
I keep hearing a whispering noise behind me
Like there is someone calling for help
I turn around and I see one majestic oak tree
Vacillating in the distance
I amble toward it
The sound gets louder and louder as I come closer
It sounds like It’s saying “Help me, help me!”
It’s a girl
“Where are you?” I say
“Help me, help me” it says
I say it again: “Where are you?”
No response
I give the tree a reconnaissance
Nobody there
I start to turn around and walk back
“Help me, help me” it says
I turn back around
I notice how the tree has many branches coming off of it like hair
I count the leaves
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
There is only one pink flower on the end of one branch
That’s separate than the other branches
There are two long branches coming off the sides of the tree trunk
The rest of the branches are skinny
They are coming off the top
Some of those branches have the leaves on the end of them
I take a step closer
I study the trunk
It has a lot of lines on it
Curvy and straight but two things stick out to me
I look closer at those two things and then,
Eyes open to the world
It’s not easy to be me
When you need help you can hear me coming,
Although I seem unloving
I am really just in need of being wanted,
All I want is to be flaunted.
When I speak the softest of words the earth rumbles about
It crumbles and jumbles till someone screams out “RUN!”
Then everyone turns their backs to me and flees throughout the city,
What they don’t understand is that I am simply just a helping hand.
What I want is the best for you and for me,
But that you cannot see.
Under this macho facade there’s not much to see, all that’s left is well, just me.
Although I can jump a million miles high and a million miles wide
Does that make me any less alone inside?
What I wish is to find love,
Although I know that will never be.
But maybe we can change that starting with you
First we must introduce.
I, am, HULK.
-Anonymous
Cats
Starla Racine
The cats,
They gather around me,
Awaiting my touch.
You,
I wait as the cats,
Hoping for you
To lean in
Close
And pet me
Softly,
Gently.
The cats,
They probably
Wonder
How it is like to be
Me...
I ponder
How it is like
To be a cat
Constantly...
For you, especially,
I want to be your cat.