Because the leaves leave
Because they go to battle
with the wind.
Because when they fail in their
quest they are dead.
The war is never won
every creature know this
quarry it is called Fall.
The Night Light Fox
The lightning was a fox zipping behind
the darkness of a moonless sky. Flashing
from one cloud to another. Trying not
to be seen from the outside world.
Soundless and sneaky. Finally stopped by
the shot of sunshine.
Confusion is blind, it has seen too much
Confusion is deaf, it has heard too much
Confusion gave up it has become too old
A Martian Sends a Postcard Home
It haunts me in the morning.
Yelling and screaming in my ear.
With my eyelids dragging the floor,
I can feel its jealous rage.
It’s a devil that never sleeps.
Tormenting with my head.
Piercing number stare at me as I sleep.
Watching every movement. Waiting to strike.
Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep!!!
Black as night
cries coming from nowhere
stalking its prey
Case Study of Human 169
169 is a typical human teen
Or…at least it seems that way;
We are still pretty unfamiliar with humans.
Anyway, he starts his day by rolling off
his soft sleeping rock.
He stands up and reaches for his ceiling.
I don’t get that. I know he knows he
can’t touch it.
He then sniffs his underarms.
He makes a face in disgust.
Then he begins to put on layers of fur
He sniffs each article and makes a face
When he doesn’t make a face,
he applies the fur
He then spends his day staring at
a glowing box.
Then goes back to his rock.
…these guys are boring.
Napoleon was very short
So short he would never pick an apple
One day as he sat under a apple tree
with the forest whispering away
he thought of an idea for ways to pick an apple
A bucket! he shouted
He would stand on a bucket
He got so close to the apples he could
smell the delicious scent.
He picked one and bit into it.
It was rotten
The Box of wonder
fell from Heaven
The Box of wonder
hit a rainbow
the Box of wonder
the Box of wonder
gave color to the world.
A red dodge was stolen &
found 900 miles away
in Arkansas with
no life in miles, but in
the area was 1,000 mosquitos
swarming the vehicle the
cops opened the door & found a hand
detached stuck to the wheel
The Arkansas Police
turned it to a murder case
Hot Pink Mustache
His mustache is hot pink.
He didn’t mean to dye it that
way. He thought he grabbed black
but grabbed hot pink by mistake.
Now everyone laughs when they
see his hot pink mustache.
How to know for sure I’m at my house
There is a tree outside my window,
Half cut and seems broken.
A knot lays a few feet up this tree
that resembles a square…
Inside my kitchen,
Old tin and tile rest on the walls..
A woody smell, almost like cedar,
fills every room in the house.
Every morning, a little bird sits on a bush
right beside my window..
Chirping loudly reminding me that this house
is only my house..
And it is unlike any other anywhere
The Roman senator
The worried senator lamented the outcome.
Caesar had been a brother to him for countless
Why oh why didn’t he warn him?
Caesar’s blood shined a dark red on the
His cries of help still echoed in the Senator’s
head, like a bad song going over and over
Why oh why hadn’t he stopped them?
Why did he join in with their plot?
Why did he kill his only friend?
go dark then Bright
they scare children
they are rough
Tunnel games do not smell
The rolling Mountains, sweet rivers,
Shining Gold deep beneath the surface,
Fresh Air and fire-smoke, burning the wood,
The Car playing music to my left, the
Humming bird in the tree to My left
Beyond the leaves. The Whining lawn
Chair I sit on.
English is a Train
English is a locomotive train
on the tracks of tomorrow. She
is a fan of chess being played
by two ducks on a late afternoon
in Dallas, Texas. She looks down at
the top of Math’s head. English
is never right, but never wrong.
She drives a 2010 Chevy
Corvette down a gravel road, with
tires chewing at small dirty stones.
On the weekends, she plans for her
next busy week spent eating
candy with habaneros on top.
She uses no ketchup with chicken, no
cheese on her pizza, and no meat
on her burger. She listens to
soft classic with the volume on her
red stereo as high as the knob will
go. You might think English is a
bottom feeding fish, but she is a
cloud connecting a rainbow to its
pot of gold.
What This Poem Will Do
This poem can’t whistle, can’t ride a unicorn,
or do the Harlem shake, or use the
force, or play a guitar, or bend
fire, or squish cow archers, or do
fifty front flips in the air, or like
purple food, or chew with its mouth
open, or sing while it’s breathing, or
ride a pink flying unicycle, or
high five a bear, or find a wizard
friend, but this poem can jump, play video
games with wizards in it, eat blue food, dream
of high fiving a bear, laugh, run, jump 10 feet (or
just maybe 6 inches). This poem can be a fast talker,
have fun, ride fun rollercoasters, rhyme if
this poem wants, skateboard, listen to music,
draw unicorns, become rich.
This poem will go to Six Flags in Illinois
and ride the rollercoaster the Lions Gate!
All night you hear this poem crying
because unicorn-bears on fire are not
For every rooster, there is a rainbow.
For every song, there is a riddle.
For every step, there is a fall.
For every long, jagged coat, there is a beautiful
For every wrong turn, there is a cooked
omelet that smells like fresh eggs, ham, & cheese.
For every sparkling star in the sky, there
is a dirty sink full of unwashed dishes.
For every worn out dream, there is an
energized child playing hopscotch in the yard.
For every love poem, there is a divorce.
For every tattered hat, there is a new
sewn blanket with squares of all colors.
There is time left to see all the
lights and gowns of today, no worries
upon the hillside you have crossed.
You spring. You dress as
shadows. You bounce out of
nowhere like a wolf. You can
make some cut deep like scissors.
You attack like a turkey with
words. But sometimes you can
be as bright as yellow. Strange
as Liz. You can go anywhere
at the tops like a caterpillar. But
you breathe on our hearts softly.
Westside High School
Location: Hartman, AR
Date of Visit: October 3 – 4, 2013
Faculty Sponsor: Amy Blackmon
Grade Levels: 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12
Appx. Number Students Served: 160
Visiting Writers: Megan Blankenship, Michelle Myers, Jack O’Neal, Hank Pate, Scott Ray, and Diana Reaves