The Lord of the Flies Tanka

A view to a death.

What he was to us, Jesus.

Fighting for the specs,

They all want to bring him down,

but they will all die trying.

You Can't Have it All

but you can have almond shaped,

and puffy brown hair like the size of Russia

when smooth hair ties break.

You can have the push of an eleven-year-old brother,

but forgives and makes you forget.

You can have the picture of your dog

as a tear splashes on it, and you say

I wish you were here.

You can have parents distant from each other,

but can still keep the family united

like a house of cards. Even if it starts to fall apart.

You can have a trip to Salvador after catching a cold.

As the plane goes higher in the blue sky,

the pressure crushes my teeth like bulldozer

crushing Earth.

You can have the sound of the waves crash

on the ocean deck, and mosquito bites on your skin

like chicken pocks on a sunny hot day.

You can have homemade sushi for dinner

turn into food poison, and not take a bit out of anything

for three days straight.

You can have one of the most coolest, most worst spring break ever,

but you can have the feeling of relief when you come home,

and the sweet soft touch of the bed sheets

that make you sleep until school starts again.

Poetry Notebook

Every Note Counts

selected by Caterina Aragon

Description

Music can change they way you feel in those days when you really need it. The kind of genre you like shows your personality like Pop, or Death Metal, or Classical. All music is played for the singer and audience to enjoy its melody and lyrics, and to change your mood if you have had one of those dark days. Music will always be carried in you MP3 player inside your pocket no matter where you are.

Synopsis

The poems in this notebook will be about music.

• Hymn to God, My God, in My Sickness By John Donne
• Piano by D.H. Lawrence
• The Guitar by Federico Garcia Larco
• Latin & Soul by Victor Hernandez Cruz
• Go Greyhound by Bob Hicok
• Here and Now by Stephen Dunn
• On 52nd Street by Philip Levine
• Listening to Jazz Now by Jimmy Santiago Baca
• Water Music by Robert Creeley

Lemon Freeze-Benjamin Moore-2025 50

The gentle light breeze

pushes my hair back

softly, slowly, swiftly.

The sun shined and glimmered

like diamonds

on the buildings and monuments

of the beautiful Italy.

Each green leaf swayed

with the wind,

and the serene ice cream shop

is encompassed by people

who wish to get

the sweet gelato.

I get a lemon popsicle.

I get it all the time.

It's like my breakfast,

the important meal of the day.

The sweet taste

of the lemon popsicle,

the color of

a garden of leaves,

fills my mouth with delight,

and refreshes my throat.

You should try stracchiatella

or yogurt

or mint!

My brother says.

He taps my shoulder

with his thick-tree-branch fingers.

I ignore him.

He pulls my headphones,

I put them back in,

I roll my eyes,

and walk away.

His furry

was the fire

that burns a whole forest,

like the Atlantic ocean

once you reach

the open sea.

What joy

the taste of a frozen lemon

held by a popsicle stick!

You sour queen,

I hear my brother say.

I giggle,

and pick up the pace

as I reach

the green, gorgeous park

where I,

the sour queen,

can enjoy

this popsicle.

The Color of Water

The Color of Water: A Black Man's Tribute to His White Mother by James McBride

Publisher: The Berkley Publishing Group

Genre: Memoir

Where I got it: It was recommended to me by Mrs. Meadows.

One Sentence Summary: As a little kid, James McBride has had to live with his Jewish mother and his eleven other siblings without a father, and as his mother tells him her story of how she found herself with her two dead husbands and her twelve kids, James tells us how this is impacting his life as a growing child by the way he lives discovering thing such as alcohol, drugs, and the way he should live his life.

First sentence of the book: I'm dead.

First Chapter Review: Rachel-James's mother- tells us how she doesn't belong in her Jewish family anymore after running away from her house in the South. Her father was a very serious man who cared about the money, and really never cared about his handicap wife as he takes care of the shop they had. Rachel and her little sister, Dee Dee, are the only ones to take care of her mother, but Rachel had the biggest responsibility as the oldest sister to do the chores and clean the shop. One day she decided to escape and live her life in New York leaving her past as a Jewish girl.

Verdict: I seriously adore this book because of how James and his mother really connect as mother and son. Their experience make the book delightful to read.

Cover Comments: The cover shows a picture of James, his mother, and his little sister. He is sort of distant from his mother, in the picture, compared to his sister which shows how his mother always pushed him aside so he could realize himself how his life should go.

We Want to Go Home

We want to go home

The only place

where the sweet sound

of our mothers voice

Echoes through the walls.

We want to go home

If we get stuck

on a tree

or lost

in the big city,

our fathers’,

with their paled pink skin,

would bring us together

Again.

We want to go home

I wish my auntie was here.

I wish my father...

Oh, whats the use!

We want to go home

The conch,

with its smooth paled pink color,

so pure,

so innocent,

Is all we got.

We want to go home

That conch,

sitting on that rock,

brings us together

as the world cracks

and we drown

In the deep dark blue sea.

We want to go home.

That’s all we want.