A Sonnet

The sea lies out beyond the boat and dock.
It sparkles like a freshly polished gem.
The boat floats, gently pulling at its loc.
The old house near the sea belongs to them.
they have not been here for a long, long time,
But the boat and sea and dock are still here.
The lot is very old and doesn’t costa dime.
But I would like to buy it just for mere
pleasure. It is very pretty, though old.
The house is practically falling apart.
It’s walls are thin and would let in the cold.
But this house has stolen away my heart.

This house may not appeal to anyone,
But I don’t choose any house under the sun.

Miranda

Mars

I sit here looking out at all the stars
The earth is so big but what is the chance?
Wonder if aliens exist on Mars
Do aliens go with a girl to a dance?

Do they go to parks and hangout with friends,
Or stay at their house to play with board games?
Do they go to school and have certain trends?
And I wonder what they use for names.

I wonder if they travel by airplane
And what people do there for a job?
On Mars when they fall are they in great pain,
And do criminals there give or rob?

When I finally go to Mars someday,
I’ll find the answers to the questions, I say.

Jared

AOE

From Stone Age to Tool Age to Bronze then on,
Big daddy makes you have a laser car.
AOE is a lot better than Pokemon,
Your men battle and fight until they mar,
People will try to kill you, but will fail.
You have workers and elephant riders,
Your troopers and cavalry are fighters.
Red, Blue, Yellow, Green, White are the colors.
War is an unpleasant place to be in,
They all fight much worse than lots of brothers.
When you food runs out, you get really thin.
When you win you start a new game over again.
Small islands, big islands, you pick again.

Chris F.

Poetry

Why does a poem follow the rules? Beats me.
Stupid fourteen lines, nineteen lines, who cares
A poem should flow naturally, yesiree.

Poetry is not for me, as you see.
Dumb iambic pentameter, who care?
Why does a poem follow the rules? Beats me.

Doesn’t that just fill you with glee? Not me.
Sonnets, Villanelles, Odes—NOBODY cares.
A poem should flow naturally, yesiree.

From the silly rules I wish to be free
Repeating all those lines who really care
Why does a poem follow the rules? Beats me.

Stop these poems, blow you whistle referee.
These stupid poems, make me pull out my hairs.
A poem should flow naturally, yesiree.

I did this because I had to, whoopee!
These poems should fear the great, deadly scissors.
Why does a poem follow the rules? Beats me.
A poem should flow naturally, yesiree.

Jordan

Lord of the Rings

The men of Rohan ride their mighty steeds,
The men of Gondor are ready to fight,
the little Hobbits think of drink and feed,
And Gandalf, or Mithrander, puts things right.

Aragorn takes out the once broken sword,
Fire of the west, awaken once more.
Theoden the King, Denothen the Lord,
Faramir the Brave, stories and folk lore.

Brave and strong people, cowards and great fools
Cities made of stone, small towns of hole, too.
Beautiful Gladriel with mirrored pools
Great and large counsels, planning what to do.

Such is the story of magical things,
The story of Frodo: Lord of the Rings.

Pratha

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