Knight of the Mournful Countenance
I read cervantes' novel don quixote
in visitation grammar school
the good nuns knew I was not
the average neighborhood thug
so they left me to read dumas
and jack london or whomever
and to illustrate the hijinks
of eighth grade hooligans
in pencil and ink comic book style
the nuns may have guessed
my ulterior motive in ridiculing
the thugs who menaced me
every day after school
with a sound thrashing
if my cartoons didn't meet
their approval
so I drew and sketched
in broad strokes our comedy!
poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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Weird At My School
1-2-3-4
My father lives in arabia
And I live right here at my school
I took his plane to columbia
So I could sail at my school(? ) *
Its weird at my school
Weird at my school(3x)
My mothers glad that I am here
So she can visit my school
I cant believe shes so pretty
Im a son of a bitch at my school
Weird at my school(4x)
And my best friend, my cousin eleanor
She lives far away from the doors of my school
And often times, you know I fantasize
That I have sex with the nuns at my school
Its weird at my school
Weird at my school(7x)
(transcribed by moses boole)
* : or so I could sell at my school (according to rhys henry mason)
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Grade
We go to school and we learn
We go to school and we laugh
We go to school and we make friends
We go to school to know life
But parents are thinking something else
You should do better
You should do harder
It's just a year or two do your best
Are grade only part of us?
Does school offer us nothing more than grades?
School teach us how to laugh and cry
School is not only for grade
Please Mom Dad respect that
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In School
in school,
when i saw you
i intuited i have found
my lost world in you
i wish i could act
to be appreciated
by you in school.
in school,
it would be too sad
to narrate the ordeal
i have been through
i wonder if its best
i had met you
in the school.
in school,
though i had not said it
there has been so many ways
that i have shown it
my actions had done
whatever i wanted to say
at school.
in school,
i never thought
being in love
could take me to madness
well, it is better than
leaving me in sadness
in the school.
in school,
when i approached you
i knew i was silly
it was because
suddenly,
i forgot who i was
in school
in school,
why do you sneer
when i am near
it really breaks me
just tell me what to do
to get a room from you
in and out of school.
in school,
sometimes though it is hard
i guess i must let go
some things i wish to have
though good things also
could be found elsewhere
as it has been in school.
poem by Elorm Dogbo
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Weirdo school
Our school is so unfair
They gave us a holiday which is rare
Wait a minute.. Home schooling is right there
We keep studying so we won't fail
Our school is really weird
All we do is write and read
Our school is really stupid
All we study at math is cube and cubid
When our school started our happiness started to fade
What on earth is wrong with 9th grade
All we do at art is draw and shade
You should follow every single rule
Our they will call you a fool
What on earth is wrong with this school
poem by Emma Justin
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Read Don Quixote; it is a very good book; I still read it frequently.
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Everywhere you look, there is a charity or a project in school to get involved in. In eighth grade, there was this program called CJSF, California Junior Scholarship Foundation. We were involved in soup kitchens and toy drives, and your school can set up something like that. If your school doesn't have a program like that, set one up.
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She Is Forgotten Pt.1 (Story)
Her parents don't notice her birthday
is just two months away.
nor do they care.
she asks a simple question.
'since my party is two months away
do i get a party? '
before she finishes a quick 'no' is heard.
'theres a party for you? ' her dad says
always trying to make her feel better.
but she knows that there is nothing for her
she hasn't had anything more than a sleep
over since she turned nine.
not only that, next year while she graduates
from the eighth grade to high school her
sister graduates from high school and so
does a friend
her sister gets a graduation party but
she isn't included in it.
she asks why she can't be included in it
and her mom replies
'you're sister didn't get an eighth grade
graduation so neither will you! '
she snaps at her mom
'well ill invite my own friends and
include myself in it no matter what you say! '
but deep inside she knows she won't be included
and no one will come up to her at the party
and say 'congradulations on graduating
to high school' and if someone does they
must really love her but knowing she
can't do anything about it and never could
do anything about anything that happened,
she goes to her room and cries.
she turns her radio up loud and screams
to the song 'welcome to my life'
'do you lock yourself in your room! ? !
with the radio turned up so loud! ? !
that no one hears you screaming! ? !
no you don't know what its like! ? !
when nothing feels right! ? !
you don't know what its like! ? !
to be like meeeeeee! ? !
to be hurt! ? !
to feel lost! ? !
to be left out in the dark! ? !
to be kicked! ? !
when you're down! ? !
to feel like you've been pushed around! ? !
to be on the edge of breaking down! ? !
when no ones there to save you! ? !
no you don't know what its like! ? !
welcome to my life! '
that was her song
and no one could say it wasn't without lying
but that was only PART of one day!
(to be continued)
poem by Selena Star
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I read a book
I read a book
Not to enhance my looks
I read a book
Maybe to avoid being a crook
I read a book
Not just to learn how to cook
I read a book
To ascertain how to defend my rights
Not just to acquire knowledge
Reading a book I pledge,
Is one of the roads to the light
I read a book
To understand how a kings territory
Is defended with pieces such as the rook
I read a book
So there will be no questions asked
When I count correctly what you took
I read a book
So that I play not ignorant
Now on life I’ve a different outlook
I read a book
So if I come up with all the right answers
I will know for sure it is not merely a fluke
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
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Light Skin Girl From London
Shes unique and complete
And with the dog will sleep
She loves to read - she drew her feet and
She drew jesus too
Oh yeah
Light skin girl from london
Light skin girl from london
She understands,
Shell read your hands
And take the future right outta your plans
Shell let you in, but she wont take you where she lives
Oh no, light skin girl from london
Light skin girl from london,
Yeah yeah yeah
Shes got style, but all the while
She dances to the beat out of time
She often cries, and she can speak to you through her mind
Oh no no no no
Light skin girl from london
Light skin girl from london, yeah
Solo
Light skin girl from london
Shes a light skin girl from london
Shes a,
Shes a light skin girl from london
Shes a light skin girl from london, yeah yeah
Shes a light skin girl from london, oh yeah yeah
Shes a
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School: (
I dont like school you big fool
I'd rather be doing a dool,
Than go to school.
The teachers are ok,
But I just want to float away.
Don't want to go to school today.
Maybe it will snow,
But it will be cold though.
I just don't want to go to school.
The only thing I like is the friends.
But when we grade things,
I always loose my pens.
I just don't want to go to school.
poem by Hannah Reynolds
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School Is Not So Cool
School, School, School,
A school is not so cool
We're here 5 days a week
8 hours a day.
School, School, School,
A school is not so cool.
People laugh when we fall
we just have to make a call.
School, School, School
A school is not so cool.
We have to work hard to get good grades
I'm not going to do it no more
I do it everyday.
We cant go on the grass
We cant bother another class
We cant save spots at lunch
We have to go as a bunch.
We have 3 minutes in the hall
I'm always late what a ball.
We have to pay attention
if not we get detention.
School, School, School,
A school is not so cool.
They have to many rules
they play us as fools
if we get A's
the parents jump Hip Hip Hooray.
If we get F's
we tell them we need to take a rest.
We always have homework
we never have classwork
they have to many rules
they need to take it cool.
School, School, School,
A school is so not cool!
poem by Chantel Braatz
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cn U rd ths? Its nt gd nws...
The National Literacy Trust in Britain
did a survey and
- yes, you guessed -
57% read 'only a bit' or not at all
and 25% of the older ones said
they had no intention to
read any more than this
So what do they read when
they read?
Well, mags,
and websites
and txt msgs of course
and jokes,
and TV books and mags
and e-mails
and eighth on the list comes fiction
that's made-up stories, right?
right
then comix ninth
then newspapers well
they're just for people
who don't have TV and
don't mind waiting 12 hours
to read the news put that tenth
what's that? poetry?
sorry would you spell that
oh poetry nah
girls said, they read
to find out how other people live
and feel and
to help them understand
more about themselves
boys said, they read
because they have to and
because it helps them
get a job so
some old farts might say
put up a sign
civilisation's postponed until further notice
but it may all work out
well it'll have to
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Mid Term Break
It was mid term break
from school and she met you
at the back of your house
down by the small pond
you both called the pool
where you could sit
and watch ducks swim
and birds sing
in nearby bushes
and she said
I've just read about some nuns
who wear clothing
when they bath
so that God
can't see them naked
a magpie flew by
and you noticed
how difficult it was
to tell
its wing from tail
and you said
Would God be interested
in seeing naked nuns?
she gazed over
at the trees
on the other side
of the pool
her blue eyes
catching sunlight
Well they obviously thought so
she said
and she lay back
on the grassy bank
and you lay beside her
and she put out a hand
and her fingers
touched yours
and you lifted up
her hand and kissed it
and it tasted of soap
as if you'd dived
into her bathwater
and swam
between her thighs
How sweet you are
she said as you let
her hand go
and she held it
and looked at it
then a blackbird
swooped across the pool
noisily and broke
the momentarily magic
and she said laughing
You don't know
where my hand
may have been
and you taking in
the sunlight dancing
in her big blue eyes
Maybe not
you replied
not telling her
what
in your dream
you'd seen.
poem by Terry Collett
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Read Me Like a Book
You wish to read me like a book?
Good.
You will find each piece to fit.
Very little of it will be misunderstood.
I am not a one dimensional quick read at all.
I lay it on the line.
You will find I wont allow anyone,
To sit and pick my mind.
I don't waste that kind of time.
Unless,
Of course...
You are divorced from that as well?
Hmmm...
You wish to read me like a book?
Good.
You have no idea how much I wish,
To get you hooked.
Craving to salivate.
Drooling!
Each chapter has been crafted,
With some sentiment and pain.
You will find some sorrow and regret.
And some expression of heartache left.
You will discover blemishes and flaws,
With attempts to have them corrected.
Notice I admit imperfection...
With self reflection I don't neglect.
Or regret it is you I wish to impress.
No games of tit for tat I play.
I say what I mean.
Not what you wish to hear me say.
And none of it is from mumbled lips.
I want each word read you 'read' conveyed!
I want what I say in your mind to stay.
You wish to read me like a book?
Good.
But you will never comprehend...
How long this process took.
Flip through each page,
As if you seek definition.
You will discover I am not perfect.
But freed by a peace...
To solict your complete and total admission.
Willing to show you mended scars.
You wish to read me like a book?
Good.
I knew you were coming!
That's why it is already open.
Take your time.
I want you to find me an easy read.
Hopefully to collaborate on new chapters.
Together,
You and me.
You wish to read me like a book?
Good.
Take me with your eyes.
Hold me in your hands.
And bring me close to your heart!
There we are.
Touching!
That's how I like it.
Do you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I never learned anything at all in school and didn't read a book for pleasure until I was 19 years old.
quote by Stanley Kubrick
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A School Is So Not Cool
School Is Not So Cool
School, School, School,
A school is not cool
We're here 5 days a week
8 hours a day.
School, School, School,
A school is not cool.
People laugh when we fall
we just have to make a call.
School, School, School
A school is not cool.
We have to work hard to get good grades
I'm not going to do it no more
I do it every day.
We can’t go on the grass
We can’t bother another class
We can’t save spots at lunch
We have to go as a bunch.
We have 3 minutes in the hall
I'm always late what a ball.
We have to pay attention
if not we get detention.
School, School, School,
A school is not cool.
They have too many rules
they play us as fools
if we get A's
the parents jump Hip Hip Hooray.
If we get F's
we tell them we need to take a rest.
We always have homework
we never have class work
they have to many rules
they need to take it cool.
School, School, School,
A school is so not cool!
poem by Fahed Sharaf
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I loved to read and to write, but then something happened. As I made my way through school, I kept getting handed books to read that didn't excite me and didn't even remotely connect to the realities of my life.
quote by R.A. Salvatore
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Middle School Mayhem
six grade, oh boy
new places, new faces
here I come middle school
busy hallways and I’m already confused
scary teachers
heavy books
I was hook
on middle school
clueless and clumsy was me
s.s. projects and foam model earths, yippy
I loved my English class
it was a bast
my pencil always glue to my hand
I play sax in the band
new found friends surround me
it filled me with glee
my whole life written in English class and middle ages fair
I won student of the year, that’s when I learned that people really care
that was my six grade mayhem
seventh grade, hooray for me
new teachers and a faster pace
I’m still here in middle school
my nevers were like rubber bands
I’m so great full my friends were always there to lend a hand
drama club was so fun
but pushcart I hated
essays and homework doubled
science projects bubbled
art was fav
and math I hated
and gym and study hall
watch out flying kick balls
went to see a great play
and the whole year was filled with busy days
French was a bore
but I always came back for more
this was the year I turned thirteen
unluck for me
I do be smart don’t start
that was a bast
that was my seventh grade mayhem
eighth grade, finally
same places and same faces
I’m almost in high school
I’m the top dog
health was a night mare
i changed my hair
drama club was cool
I was always in the high school pool
wave, study circles, and GE
are only some
boys were gross
I was smart, I don’t want to bust
report card filled with 95 and 100
but what I loved the most were my buds
Casey, Katie (neigh, neigh) , Emily and Em Bradley, Julia,
Shelby (not me) , Sam, Jess, and Mother Ev
art was the coolest
Mrs. McDonnell was the bomb
Montreal and Great Escape
testing, testing, testing, but that’s not new
always looking for something better
English was so fun
I learned I like to talk
that was my eighth grade mayhem
Now the year is almost over
it reminds me of all the things I’ve done
I learn to speak up
I have a say
I hated middle school but hay
I loved being there anyways
the bell rings
I put on my backpack
then I walk into the hall
still trying not to ball
memories flood me
like the water on the Titanic
sixth grade, seventh grade, eighth grade have come and gone so fast
I can’t stop thinking of the past
I stand in the hall on the last Friday knowing Mondays not going to be the same
new faces, new places, new hall ways to learn
for my life will change
watch out high school Molly's on her way
that was my middle school mayhem
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I didn't go to high school, and I didn't go to grade school either. Education, I think, is for refinement and is probably a liability.
What Is School Like?
School is like a prison
We can’t leave,
School is like an island
We are all trapped,
School is like a pie
It is good at first until you reach the crust,
School is like a toilet
It is full of germs,
School is like a salad
You have to put something on it to make it better,
School is like a stupid cat
It never dies,
School is like a garbage truck
It smells, it’s big and you can here it from a mile away,
School is like a baby
It always needs your attention,
School is like a shark
It just keeps chasing,
School is like going to jail
You never want to go back,
poem by Jacob Gifford
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