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Mrs. Hayes' Forth Quarter English Blogs

Poetry Book

Letter to Readers....................................1
Angel.....................................................2
A Place Like California............................3
I Tried.....................................................4
A Little Visitor.........................................5
By Stander..............................................6
 Different People, Same Love..................7
The Violinist............................................8
The Feeling of A Monday.........................9

Letter to Readers

Readers,
    My name is Chardonnay Bennett of Mrs. Hayes' English I class. I'm a freshman in high school. This freshman year is almost over and then I'll be a sophomore. English isn't my best subject, but math definitely is.I'm not too fond of poetry. I've never really understood it. I don't really care for it. It is easy to write though. Whether it rhymes or not.
    My favorite poem I wrote was Angel. It was dedicated to my mother. She pasted away in 2011 when I was in the eighth grade. This poem means a lot to me because in my eyes she was an angel. She did Foster Care for kids that needed temporary homes. She opened her home, gave them food and shelter, and bought them clothes. All while still taking care of my older sister and I. She worked hard. Eventually all that hard work took a toll on her. She unfortunately suffered from a stroke. While in the hospital she started having kidney failure. Then, she pasted away in her sleep. She is in heaven now. That is why I based my "A Life Lived" poem on my mother, JoAnn Love.
    My least favorite poem is A Little Visitor. It is my least favorite because I absolutely hate rats and mice. The tails creep me out and the beady little eyes are just gross. Rats and mice are just gross in general. I have a pet hamster and I love her. I know they're both rodents but my hamster, Speedy, is different. I see her as a pet not a rodent. She doesn't have a tail and she is a cute tan and white color, instead of brown or black. I think she is the cutest thing ever. I will love her forever but forever hate rats and mice.
    Even though poetry is difficult for me, I have learned that it actually isn't that hard. It doesn't have to rhyme and it have to necessarily be straight forward. It can be a story with just a different way of telling it.
    This year, I have learned that I am actually pretty good at poetry. Once, I think of a topic it isn't hard to come up with the story. I was never the best a poetry as a kid. Now that I'm in ninth grade I think I writing has improved and that's why poetry is easier for me.

         Sincerely,
               Chardonnay Bennett

Angel

An angel was born
she was sent to help those who couldn't help themselves
give them food, clothes, shelter
and something else they never got
she gave them love.

An angel died
she went back to heaven to be with those others like her
give them company, friendship, laughter
and something they all love to share
they all shared their love.

"A Life Well Lived" Poem

A Place Like California

I've never seen anything like this before
me I'm from Arizona.
Its always so hot there
but I've never experienced this place before.
California is so wonderful
its warm and there's an ocean here.
I've never been to a place like California
i might as well get use to it.
We're visiting California for a few weeks
we're visiting a wonderful place like California.

"Trips" Poem

I Tried

i tried, I really did.
i stayed up all night
well, I tried to at least .
i studied so hard
i tried to do that too.
but, when I woke up this morning
i was asleep at my desk.
i told my parents i would try
and i did.
i told them i would get at least a B
on my math test, i got a D.
well, at least i tried.

"Failing" Poem

A Little Visitor

My mom's in the kitchen cooking
Im upstairs on my bed
I hear her scream so I go downstairs
She standing on the chair looking at the floor
On the floor is a little brown dot
With a tail and a nose
It see's me and runs away to the next room

"Beast" Poem

By Stander

He's tall with brown spiky hair and pretty brown eyes
He dresses nice, red, white, and blue plaid shirt with fitted jeans and nice, clean white shoes
He has lots of friend, they're all standing behind him, too, dressed similar
That was his crew, his "posse"
They're all laughing
He's about the same height as the guy in front of him
He has his back against the wall
Thick black glasses, blond, plain hair, not dressed so well
Plain white shirt, light blue hand-me-down jeans, and beat up grey sneakers
He's scared, they just slapped him, punched him, pushed him to the ground
Why are they doing this?

I don't know.
Why is this good looking guy that looks so nice being so mean?
Why are his friends participating in this?
Where are the teachers when you actually need them?
Why am I just standing here telling you whats happening?
Why don't I do something?
Why doesn't anybody do anything?

"Scenes" Poem

Different People, Same Love

Why can't they accept us?
Don't they say we're all the same?
All the same on the inside.
Outside also?

I have two eyes, you have two eyes
We both use our eyes to see the love
The love we have for each other.
Why can't they use their eyes to see the same?

I have a mouth, you have a mouth
We use our mouths to kiss, to talk
To understand each other.
Why do they bring us down with the words from their mouths?

I have two hands, two legs
You also have two hands, two legs
Take my hand in yours, we can hold hands
We can hold hands and run away from them

We can be together
So what my eyes are brown, and yours are blue
So what my skin is dark and yours is not
We are different, but we share the same love.

"Love" Poem

The Violinist

The light of the stage come on
She walk onto the stage
In that long, flowing dress
She's looking at her violin
She closes her eyes
We wonder why they're closed
Then we find out
She plays her violin
She knows it
She knows the strings
She knows its base
She knows what the handle feels like
She plays her violin
It's like her best friend
They know each other so well
This you can tell all from looking from the crowd
Just like we were looking from the crowd
We feel the emotion
We feel the music
The music she plays to us
The music she summoned tear with
The music ended
The music summoned a standing ovation
How does she play so well
She opened her eyes
She is blind
How does she play so well
When she can't even see
But we can see
We can see the emotion of a friendship
She can see
She knows exactly what it looks like
She knows what her best friend looks like
Of her and her best friend, the Violin

"Musical" Poem