Dudes with Pens

April 15, 2006

The Worst day of my life.

I still remember-
the worst day of my life,
I got up late,
forgot it was Friday,
and when I went to school,
no one was there,
the hallways were quiet,
and everyone was in class,
that’s when I realized that I was 30 minutes late for class.
Later that day,
I lost my favorite ring,
I searched and searched for it,
but it was never found,
then I fell down in the gym,
and got a huge bruise on my leg.
The rest of classes were extremely boring,
I had a science test that day,
somehow, I just couldn’t concentrate,
but I did my best anyway.
After school,
I walked home in rainy weather,
I was wet and muddy,
and caught a cold that evening.
It was the worst day of my life.

-Jinie- (Gr.8)


There once was a fellow named June,
Who likes to take pictures of moon,
He likes to play,
Talks everyday,
And loves to play with balloons.

-Jinie- (Gr. 8)


The Walk

I remember, from our walk:
touching smooth, pale tree bark.
It shone with a white light,
laden with brown strips very bright
the size of sewing needles,
some small as strands of hair.
a small piece of wood light as a pile of grass
small enough to hold it in my grasp
without revealing the secret within
It was brown, bright,
with long thick strips of pale white.
all different shades of brown,
light as dry soil,
and dark as ebony.

-anonymous

The Rose
Red petals encircle the pollen within
The petals, they feel as soft as a baby’s skin
But that is an insidious lie
For the stem of a rose defies replies
With thorns so sharp and menacing
It may be called of the flowers, king
Aiding a lover’s way to express
And with it, confess
His undying love
For his lover, who in his eyes looks as graceful as a dove

-anonymous


Sharks
Nature’s fierce predators
roaming the deep ocean floor
feared by all,
KINGS of the ocean.
Like lightening
they flow,
swim,
zoom towards their helpless preys.
Likes knifes
their jaws snap,
break,
chew,
almost everything.
They are the ocean’s very own submarines
equipped with built in paddles,
eyes,
nose,
to guarantee that the target will never escape.
Like rain clouds
their figures appears suddenly,
their shadows blocks the sunlight,
then vanishing into the dark water.
Sharks
they don’t wobble through the ocean.
They glide,
they slide
s m o o t h l y
at the most unexpected places,
Roaming the deep ocean floor
feared by all.
KINGS of the ocean.

-Anna Chen


Love for the Ocean
Painting tucked
E v e r y w h e r e .
Dreamy watercolour seascapes of
sky
and water
and ships.
He had tried to paint the ocean.
I was infinitely glad for having been there,
having learned that
love of the ocean is the
love of life,
a love that never leaves us
as long as we live.
We are like rocks,
blithely
riding
the
tides,
only to be beached
until some kind hand throws us back to sea
(Words from “A Day on the New Hampshire Shore” by Steve Creech in Chicken Soup for the Ocean Lover’s Soul, page 70)

-Anna Chen


In Love with
The Ocean
When the light cool breeze swept by me,
I noticed that the air, the smell was so fresh.
The endless waves thundered upon the sandy shore
With the burning hot sun shinning.
The sand felt soft under my bare feet.
The ocean, the water stretched as far as eye could see.
A thin black line separated the deep water from the shallow.
The ocean was calm, connecting people all around the world together.
A pile of filthy shell and seaweed washed onto the clean beach.
A log stood out boldly, failed at its attempt at camouflage.
A small fishing dock floated on the edge of the water.
I knew right that moment when I first saw it: I love it!

-Anna Chen


The Poet

A poet is a painter
Splashing colors onto paper
Creating the outline
Fixing the shape
Then carefully adding in minor details
Bright
Dark
Always trying out new techniques
Always capturing the best of their subjects
Over lining with black on the edges
For perfection
Finishing with scribbled signatures

-Anna Chen

posted by dudeswithpens @ 12:53 p.m.