Fath Loyd Digital Communications Mrs. Brandman & Mr. Rund Freshmen Year March 21, 2013 1
Table of Contents Page1: Title Page2: Table of Contents Page3: Why My? (Question poem) Page4: The Wish by Alexander Pushkin Page5: Is That You? (Clerihew) Page6: Changes by Charles Lara Page7: Death (Pyramid) Page8: Angel of Death by (Unknown) Page9: Still Standing (Quintain) Page10: Courage by Claude McKay Page11: Yellowstone (Haiku) Page12: Last Word to Childhood by A.S.J. Tessimond Page13: Lost in Love (Tanka) Page14: (Title?) by William Shakespeare Page15: Leah (Cinquain) 2
Why Me? Why do I cry? Why didn t you just die? Why did you lie to me and the world? Why are you gone if you re not dead? Why are you my grief of death, if you re sitting 50 miles away from me? Why did you go? Did you never even love your own blood? 3
The Wish By: Alexander Pushkin I shed my tears; my tears my consolation; And I am silent; my murmur is dead, My soul, sunk in a depression s shade, Hides in its depths the bitter exultation. I don t deplore my passing dream of life Vanish in dark, the empty apparition! I care only for my love s infliction, And let me die, but only die in love! 4
Is That You? My real dad, Shawn Corbally He s gone mad, he acted quite carnally He made a choice that cost him 270 years, Now his daughter is sitting here crying bitter sweet tears. 5
Changes By: Charles Lara Changes come Changes go Changes make The Rattle Snakes glow Changes come Changes go Changes make The faces flow Changes come Changes go Changes make Another promise grow 6
Death Death New, Old Crying, losing, remembering Gone but not forgotten. Why? 7
In darkness of the night I spied him in a tree Angel of Death By: Unknown author Sat I froze by the sight He was looking at me The summer's heat became a chill The angel of death at his kill My heart skipped with the fright Blinked my eyes to better see Glanced back with all my might Parted he my company My chest was quickly pounding still The angel of death at his kill I did rise and take flight The fear made me to flee From darkness into light To free captivity Unbinding my soul from his will The angel of death at his kill Many years since that night Gazed I on that brazen be Memories of still incite Fears of my slavery Existence of him makes me ill The angel of death at his kill 8
Still Standing I still, Have courage man, You can t knock me down now, I wish you wouldn t of came but, I am strong and proud to be me again. l 9
Courage By: Claude McKay O lonely heart so timid of approach, Like the shy tropic flower that shuts its lips To the faint touch of tender finger tips: What is your word? What question would you broach? Your lustrous-warm eyes are too sadly kind To mask the meaning of your dreamy tale, Your guarded life too exquisitely frail Against the daggers of my warring mind. There is no part of the unyielding earth, Even bare rocks where the eagles build their nest, Will give us undisturbed and friendly rest. No dewfall softens this vast belt of dearth. But in the socket-chiseled teeth of strife, That gleam in serried files in all the lands, We may join hungry, understanding hands, And drink our share of ardent love and life. 10
Yellowstone I love Yellowstone, Yellowstone was beautiful, I miss it very much. 11
Last Word to Childhood By: A. S. J. Tessimond Ice-cold fear has slowly decreased As my bones have grown, my height increased. Though I shiver in snow of dreams, I shall never Freeze again in a noonday terror. I shall never break, my sinews crumble As God-the-headmaster's fingers fumble At the other side of unopening doors Which I watch for a hundred thousand years. I shall never feel my thin blood leak While darkness stretches a paw to strike Or Nothing beats an approaching drum Behind my back in a silent room. I shall never, alone, meet the end of my world At the bend of a path, the turn of a wall: Never, or once more only, and That will be once and an end of end. 12
Lost In Love I may have lost you, Doesn t mean I don t love you, Your my muse my love, I will love you till the end, Alejandro Barton Coy. 13
Title N/A By: William Shakespeare Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes, being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers tears. What is it else? Madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet. 14
Leah Leah Crazy, silly Comforting, loving, listening Funny, awesome, nice, amazing Friend 15