Ode to Boredom

Since I have nothing to do and the my boredom degree has reached a high level of 9.7, I decided to write a poem about it that would probably bored you to death. Proceed with caution. 

Ode to Boredom

Written by none other than none of your business

*ahem* (That, by the way, has nothing to do with the actual poem but is a gesture stating that you are about to speak. Please ignore it along with this note.)

The tale which I'm about to speak

Once it reaches to it's peak 

You will know it's nothing more 

Than a long and dreadful bore

Oh, ye boredom, ye are tasteless

Like a bowl of oatmeal pasteless

(that, by the way, is not word

but please pretend it was not heard)

Boredom, when ye come again

We are praying for the end

Of this long and dreadful bore

Praying it will come no more

Ye make us tired of doing nothing

Yet we have not strength nor stuffing

So we sit and lay around

Boredom beating us to the ground

What oh WHAT IS THERE TO DO?!?!

Nothing. So we sit and stew.

The end. Based on a true story. 

Thanks for a great year!

To my wonderful Honors class:

I can't even begin to tell you how much I enjoyed this year! Each one of you is so talented, and I've been delighted to see you grow as readers and writers. I'm so proud of what we've accomplished together: maintaining this great writing blog, creating an outstanding school newspaper (The Global Gecko) and seeing you all enter and WIN writing contests on local and national levels. I am so proud of each one of you.

Thanks for learning along with me, sharing your insights and writing, laughing with me and making 2nd period my favorite time of the day. I'll miss you all but I'm excited for you as you move onto middle school and beyond. I'm expecting marvelous things from this group of students. Keep in touch with me in the future and know that I'll always be cheering you on!

I've decided to leave this blog up online. You are welcome to keep posting, commenting and I hope you'll visit this blog when you are older--maybe even show your kids--and see how far your writing has come. I love you guys!!  Mrs. Robins :)

(April Post)

     I listened to the poem "Fall" by Edward Hirsch. I like the way he described the way the leaves changed colors and fell, along with the push of the autumn wind. On a personal level, I love that he chose to use a Golden Retriever in the poem.

My Poem:

Ashes rained down from the heavens.

The blanket of snow that covered the earth,

Now facing the heat of a hearth

Darkened at the touch of destruction.

Outside the city wall,

Blazing flames combed through the trees.

The forest, once lush and free,

Darkened at the touch of destruction.

Mother nature cried a desperate cry.

Her loyal subject, whom she loved so dearly,

Were left with a fate ever so dreary.

As they too

Darkened at the touch of destruction.

I feel kinda sad after writing this, now. 

Don't kill trees, guys.

Katie's April Post: All Around You

I read "The Weighing" by Jane Hirshfield. I really liked this poem. It had really great description and a great meaning behind it. I found it very interesting and enjoyable to read/listen too. Overall it was just really great and I really liked the whole thing.

My Poem:

All Around You

If you listen closely,

and you close your eyes.

You realize something,

that just seemed to pass by.

Something different,

yet nothing really new.

You're feeling, something.

A feeling that's true.

Just stop a moment.

Just please calm down.

You're moving to quickly.

You'll miss all around.

You're growing up swiftly.

Just a little to fast.

Stay here a moment,

so this feeling can last.

Take a second.

Notice the truth.

Truly you're missing,

what's all around you.

The poem I listened to was 'Cotton Candy". I like this because it was so specific on what he did with his grandfather on that last walk. he talked about what he saw, felt, and tasted. It really helped me to picture in my mind what it was like with his grandfather.

My baby bro

The baby babbled and bawled,

broke the bottle, binky and book.

 He tussled with toys, toes, and tummy's,

now teething, throwing, and tossing.

Getting more messy, muddy,

and crying for mommy.

 we scrubed, splashed, and soaked with suds,

then rinse and dry with a rag.

 And off to the chair of rocking.

we rock, rock, rock, this is getting boring,

Whats that? Nothing,

you can only hear him snoring.

April Post - Ryan Bethers

Ryan Bethers P.2

I listened to the poem “Cotton Candy”. I really liked the way he described the walk with his grandpa. He was very specific about every detail on what he thought in his mind and what the scene of being on the bridge looked like.

Basketball!

Basketball is a very fun sport to play,

you can practice almost any day.

there is always something new to learn,

for instance you can break ankles by doing a turn.

Whistle blows and the game starts,

we whizz around the court like darts.

Slamming the ball hard on the floor,

the only way to win is to score.

In a basketball game there is only one way to fame,

working together with your teammates will make it possible to win the game.

all you can hear is the coach screaming a play out loud,

though when we score the coach becomes very proud.

My basketball shoes could make me fly,

on the court I could jump so high.

I wasn’t the best on my team,

but I certainly was in my dreams.

April Blog Post-Shayli Habibian

I chose “Cotton Candy” read by Edward Hirsch. I really liked this poem because it was really descriptive on how the cotton candy’s appearance was. When the author described the cotton candy it was as if the cotton candy was melting in my mouth and I could picture it right there in front of me! This was an excellent poem. I really liked it.

What is it?

The game that started in the 19th century.

Red dirt with white bases.

Sunflower seeds that choose to fly out of your mouth at any time,

The yellow ball that has stitching as red as blood,

You bat, catch, and throw.

The wind breezes through your hair as your up to home base

Smack the ball so hard to where it hits the outfield,

Home Run is calling your name.

Victory!!

Its not to hard to guess by now..

What is it?