Nov 20
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Street Song of People - Ekphrastic Poem

I originally created this poem back in seventh grade around May-June, and figured I could match it up to the soundtrack of footsteps.

Runners running. . .

and panting. . .

And their heart repeat. . .

Echoes. . .

the beat. . .

of their feet. . .

on the street. . .
Men. In. Suits. And. Ties.

Trudge. Strict. In. Line.

Bear. Heav. Y.  Brief. Cases.

Don. Hats. That. Say.

“Stay. A. Way. From. Me”

andacyclerashadowsmoothasnightflowsroundandroundandroundcatchingupcatchingcatchingup
willpassaheadandkeepcyclingandcyclingandcyclingandcyclingandcyclingandcyclingandcycling

Nov 20
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A Very Short Synopsis of How The Jungle Influenced the PFD Act of 1906

The Pure Food and Drug Act of 1906 was influenced almost entirely by a book called The Jungle. In The Jungle, it explained the various processes of preparing and packaging meat in mass-manufacturing plants. It also exposed how the government would form pacts with the businesses, not actually protecting the people from eating the harmful meat. For starters, much of the meat that had been used had been contaminated by several different diseases/illnesses, including boils and tuberculosis. Tuberculosis can also pass onto humans, which could have been a probable cause of the TB plagues of the late 19th century. Additionally, the working conditions were horrendous, possibly the worst in America out of all the jobs and times. The workers had to work almost the entire day, they were paid barely anything, and the jobs were extremely dangerous and would end up with people losing hands or fingers and also getting various diseases.
Nov 16
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Noises at Night and Their Effect On Children

Rap rap rap. 
on the windowsill.

I shift to the otherside and pull up the comforter.

Rap rap rap.
I hear it again.

I become paralyzed with fear.

Rap rap rap.
mixed with the gurgling of rain water.

My heart beats faster than a buttefly in a jar.

Rap rap rap. 
One more time, and I'll get my parents.

Please don't, please don't knock.

Rap rap rap.
I can't get up, it will get me.

Things flashing by in my mind; I love life.

Rap rap rap.
I tear the covers up and run into my parents' room.

My Dad comes in and we wait for the systematic knocking.

Rap rap rap.
But now that we turned the fan off to hear better, we realize

it's just the humidifier. 

 
Nov 16
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War Fever

I have a feverand  I feelshaky and unsta
ble andmylegs feel
very weak and my heart is cold and numb

my hands andthighsaretr embling 
and mybreathing'sweird and my
teeth chatter. but it's not a fever ofsickness


buta fever of painandconfusion
a war fever,
she says.

yougetit when a ll your little boys
have grownup and goneoff to
havetheir heads blown off their bodies.
Nov 12
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Flying Crow - Ottava Rima poem

I saw a crow take to the sky, free and wild
and wings so wide, ashen-black, tasting the breeze
on a day so clear, like forest streams, cold and mild.
I ran below chasing, with just a slight wheeze
because I, young, quiet, shy, mellow, a small child 
have short legs, pale and unstable, with weak knees.
But my bright-eyed friend can soar, glide unburdened;
maybe, just one day, her wings to me she'll lend.
 
Nov 12
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Goodbye - Cento Poem

And, in parting from you now,
I'm nobody! Who are you? 
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)!
and you were the only one there to hear —
My mouth is a fire escape.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air:
free bird leaps on the back of the wind
And though I oft have passed them by:
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Each star is a mirror reflecting the truth inside you.

 
Nov 11
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Our Generation - Cento Poem

Like tunnels in a labyrinth,
Through caverns measureless to man,
Into the mouth of Hell--
How few! yet how they creep

To-morrow will be dying:
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical,        
 and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart.

If I should die, think only this of me: 
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
Nov 11
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Chair

That chair--to my right.
Its left.

It's lonely, crying,
all alone.
It really wants
someone to sit on it.
Really, really badly.

Its seat is smooth, 
curved.
Its back is straight and loyal;
so eager to please

It's just there.

Begging, pleading,
"Please,
please sit upon me."
Nov 11
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Gone - Cento Poem

If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. 
Warm, beating, frantic, winged; music and blood;

You only have to let the soft animal of your body
And you may see me cry--
These fragments I have shored,
they shake the mountains when they dance.

My working week and my Sunday rest,
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
No one leaves me, I'm the one that chooses.

You may trod me in the very dirt,
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear!
If all the soul-and-body scars,
the terrible faces, 
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark, 

Your absence has gone through me. 

(Thanks to VictoryTheGreat for the idea! Also, this is the link where I found these lines: http://www.buzzfeed.com/sarahgalo/measuring-my-life-with-coffee-spoons#....)
Nov 09
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Red Dolphins

I saw a red dolphin the other day.
But to my dismay,
he ran away!

So I followed him down
all around town,
where I met his young daughter, Vloo.

And on her feet, she wore a blue shoe
because this peculiar type of dolphin has feet, too.
Then I asked her to do dance, and she said "Please do!"

So dance I did, 
but then suddenly I hid
for the meanest, baddest, criminal on the grid

appeared in this little western hamlet!
But onto him (only for this dolphinian lass), I proclaimed deadset,
"You have met your match, yet!"

Then draw we our handsome guns,
but suddenly the village nuns
gave us each a sticky bun.

And unfortunately, I left on my way
and to the town's dismay,
I left 'em with Bobby Flay.

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