FC: Poetry Booklet By: Cal Phillips
1: Language Arts Sometimes it can it can be fun Sometimes it can scary and just makes you want to run Sometimes things can be tough But at least it’s not rough I can read the signs a blowing All because of my skill All I need my writing to be flowing So my words can begin to flow Its magic is coherent It’s more than I can see But nothing can deny That THIS is language arts
3: Ode to GSMST Look at us Going to this amazing school Riding hours on the bus But at least we are not fools We spend hours on homework Striving hard to make good grades In the eyes of all the world Because we are what’s to be made We are the G to the S Because we are the best We are the M to the S to the T Because we are the future to bring
5: Self Respect Sometimes I hug, sometimes I don't. Sometimes I kiss, sometimes I won't. Depends on the time of day, I might even just scream. It really just depends on how they treat me. I'm not (the average) kinda guy. And I ain't no butterfly in the sky. But I learned my physics Because I am a nerd. I,m not some special super cool dude. My worth is not determined by look of my face. No matter what people say, I will always be strong and unafraid.
7: When Mother Dearest Went Away Mother Dearest went away one day To run down to Old Man Heming’s house When mother’s away, the children can play And all were rejoicing, even the mouse The kitchen was beautiful, spic and span Not a speck of dust spotted the room Nor was there a disorderly pot or pan Guarding the door were the dustpan and broom Sister Dearest was quite the inventor With her fanciful ideas and old recipe books So then she embarked on her kitchen tour To show she was as good as all the other famous cooks Key lime pie, anyone? She asked Hooray, the other children screamed And in their favor and approval she basked Nothing could go wrong, it seemed | The day wore on in the same hectic way With sister dearest running around cooking a storm And yet their journey ended in dismay For the key lime pie came out, not like the norm The green was grotesque The crust was simply limp and damp The cream was a terrible mess The pie is surely not a champ And so Mother Dearest arrived at home Oh, children, where are you? She wondered She entered her kitchen, her domain, her kingdom To find out it had been hopelessly plundered
9: Haiku Poems Richard Wright I am nobody: A red sinking autumn sun Took my name away. Keep straight down this block, Then turn right where you will find A peach tree blooming. Make up you mind, Snail! You are half inside your house, And halfway out!