The Fair
The fair, the fair is a
Great place to play,
Food, rides, and more
Oh, what can you say!
At the game area, all the
Stuffed animals
Are waiting to be chosen,
Which will you pick?
Or will you win a dozen?
The fast rides are
Spinning and spinning,
Many people enjoy it
But you think it’s crazy
And you never go on it.
The smell of fried food
Fills the air,
You buy a large fry
And you eat it right there.
Cotton candy catches
Your eye,
Light and fluffy
It melts and becomes dry.
-Jonathan
Age 14
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
An Ode to the Day After Halloween
I should stop eating candy.
Snickers, Reese’s, M—and—M’s
Ah—those M & M’s
How I love chocolate!
How I love your candy coating!
Red, Blue, Yellow, Green, Orange, Brown
Alas, I should stop eating you!
They tell me of the sugar high,
that you will induce.
That you would cause with your
unpronounceable sugar.
Your sweet, yummy—
But no!
Tis’ not to be!
You are not mine to keep!
You are not mine to eat!
I am too old
to trick—or—treat.
Too old, the adults say,
to eat you!
You, my lovely, sweet, scrumptious—
No!
Do not seduce me with your
unpronounceable, chemist-created sugar, your—
delectable, delicious, unattainable awesomeness
compacted into tiny bites of crunchy, melty,
candy-coated chocolate!
Oh, the agony of it all!
That I should be denied,
where my younger brother is not!
And to hear the death-toll,
of the words—
“You
are
too
old
to
eat
so
much
sugar,
give
that
candy
to
your
brother.”
by Lindsey
Age 17
Snickers, Reese’s, M—and—M’s
Ah—those M & M’s
How I love chocolate!
How I love your candy coating!
Red, Blue, Yellow, Green, Orange, Brown
Alas, I should stop eating you!
They tell me of the sugar high,
that you will induce.
That you would cause with your
unpronounceable sugar.
Your sweet, yummy—
But no!
Tis’ not to be!
You are not mine to keep!
You are not mine to eat!
I am too old
to trick—or—treat.
Too old, the adults say,
to eat you!
You, my lovely, sweet, scrumptious—
No!
Do not seduce me with your
unpronounceable, chemist-created sugar, your—
delectable, delicious, unattainable awesomeness
compacted into tiny bites of crunchy, melty,
candy-coated chocolate!
Oh, the agony of it all!
That I should be denied,
where my younger brother is not!
And to hear the death-toll,
of the words—
“You
are
too
old
to
eat
so
much
sugar,
give
that
candy
to
your
brother.”
by Lindsey
Age 17
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Innerspace
The sun is rising.
It’s not surprising
that as I watch the dawn,
New feelings yawn,
Opening like the gates of heaven I see my Innerspace, that some call haven.
For me it’s just a new place to explore, a new world that implores
Open me, Open me and you shall see the way to think as fast as a hummingbird.
Open me, Open me, and soon you shall own me, soar above your kingdom like an Eagle.
Open me, Open me, for I am where your imagination lies.
Do I trust this voice I cry, and there is the voice of an Angel at my ear.
I am Michael, trust the words of that Innergate for beyond it lays innerspace. If you do not believe my words then look to your cord of inner communion and listen to the words of God. Following directions I find my true source, and heard the words.
Open it, Open it and there you will see me.
By Asia
Age 16
It’s not surprising
that as I watch the dawn,
New feelings yawn,
Opening like the gates of heaven I see my Innerspace, that some call haven.
For me it’s just a new place to explore, a new world that implores
Open me, Open me and you shall see the way to think as fast as a hummingbird.
Open me, Open me, and soon you shall own me, soar above your kingdom like an Eagle.
Open me, Open me, for I am where your imagination lies.
Do I trust this voice I cry, and there is the voice of an Angel at my ear.
I am Michael, trust the words of that Innergate for beyond it lays innerspace. If you do not believe my words then look to your cord of inner communion and listen to the words of God. Following directions I find my true source, and heard the words.
Open it, Open it and there you will see me.
By Asia
Age 16
The Humming Bird's Wisdom
Humming Bird.
Hum, Hum, Hum goes my wings. Thump, Thump, Thump goes
my heart, whrir, whirr, whirr goes my mind.
Can you human copy it? Can you make your soul fly as fast as
my body?
Can you make your mind Vibrate as fast as my wings?
Can you make your heart soar as fast as mine beats?
I believe you can if you raise the speed of your vibration, and you
will soar light years beyond your time your space.
Hum, Hum, Hum goes your soul’s wings.
Whirr, Whirr, Whirr goes your mind.
Thump, Thump, Thump fly’s your heart now so your body should
like your soul fly through time and dimension.
Do you see what I have taught you? Then go and teach your
human fledglings the way to send their minds, souls and bodies
into the air with vibration.
Because your spirit is as fast strong and beautiful as mine and
all those about you.
If you have raised your vibration
then you will see the beauty, that fills the air around you and
causes you to soar.
By Asia
Age 16
Hum, Hum, Hum goes my wings. Thump, Thump, Thump goes
my heart, whrir, whirr, whirr goes my mind.
Can you human copy it? Can you make your soul fly as fast as
my body?
Can you make your mind Vibrate as fast as my wings?
Can you make your heart soar as fast as mine beats?
I believe you can if you raise the speed of your vibration, and you
will soar light years beyond your time your space.
Hum, Hum, Hum goes your soul’s wings.
Whirr, Whirr, Whirr goes your mind.
Thump, Thump, Thump fly’s your heart now so your body should
like your soul fly through time and dimension.
Do you see what I have taught you? Then go and teach your
human fledglings the way to send their minds, souls and bodies
into the air with vibration.
Because your spirit is as fast strong and beautiful as mine and
all those about you.
If you have raised your vibration
then you will see the beauty, that fills the air around you and
causes you to soar.
By Asia
Age 16
Lover's fate
Two lovers await an endless fate
Brought upon by a careless date
Their love shows no bounds
But they are treated like hounds
In this timeless thing we call love.
Sandra
Age 15
Brought upon by a careless date
Their love shows no bounds
But they are treated like hounds
In this timeless thing we call love.
Sandra
Age 15
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