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- Todd-Paine
- Mrs. Todd-Paine teaches English to high schoolers and loves to have sword fights and drama in the classroom. She also loves being outside in nature, rock climbing, fishing, eating local food, reading, singing praise songs, her dog, traveling, learning about new cultures, spending time with friends and family, and many other activities. So far she has ridden a camel in the desert in Tunesia, swum with sharks and sting rays (on purpose!)in Belize, zip-lined through the forest canopy in Mexico, lived in Austria, gotten lost on trains in Europe, lost her luggage in Luxembourg (among other countries), been on a pirate ship in Aruba, walked the lavadas in Madeira, Portugal, hiked in canyons in SW America, scared a bear on the Appalachian Trail, eaten really good, cheap trout by the castle in Bratislava, left a restaurant serving horse in Slovenia WITHOUT ordering, been to Carnival in Venice, traveled by ferry from Greece, admired the ancient library in Ephesus, Turkey, honeymooned in the Canary Islands, celebrated snow with the Welsh, hidden from snow in Scotland, been mesmerized by Canterbury Cathedral in England, felt very goth in Prague,... and is ready for the next adventure!
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They say that a new day will be here soon,
But I don't know if I can wait for that.
They say that he will change this ugly world,
But I don't think there is one man who can.
They say that all we fear will disappear,
But I don't see how that may change the fact-
That every good thing has to fight to live,
That every bad thing has to hurt to find
The strength to kill; that we need pain to feel.
Where is the one to save us from ourselves?
Who is the one, the hero of our land?
It is not one but all who can defeat
The evil of all sorrow, malice, hate.
We are the ones who will redeem the world.
unlearn, unlearn, unlearn, unlearn, unlearn. precision, alignment, duality. ambivalence presents a well earned rest from an obtrusive life of dignity. with blinding rays of sunshine i confess the faults of my own actions, i digress. for when i see that look upon your face, i see tomorrow and its goodly grace. to find a place where i am meant to be, to say i'm sorry for my horrid deeds. i cannot see the difference it would make to save a world that hates me for my ways. i am headstrong and my convictions true: the people of this world are but a plague.
I had a different Sonnet this morning and it was funny not abstract and weird like these, but it really got to me that i had rhymed every two lines which is not a certain type and i know it doesn't matter and we all established that, but it somehow mattered today for me. so i'm a nerd and i wrote a different one. I tried a Petrarchan Sonnet because i like the way that word sounds, but am pretty sure it's not right SO just in case this is for a grade on accuracy or something ,and halfway just for fun, I wrote an English one too that i think/hope is right and then i couldn't decide if i was going to put them both on here and then I drank way too much coffee and THEN I got abducted by aliens and all within like an hour of my life! AND SO I said all of that in a grand run on sentence to say that I am putting both on here. But only because of the alien part. They told me too. AND then they fed me a dragon heart. Tatses like chicken. Word.
Petrarchan Sonnet:
PINS
I wanted to move forward much before.
Who wants to sing abandoned melody?
It shook the cherries off my slumber tree.
Who wants to swim in much intrusive lore?
I washed upon a tattered bed of shore
Who teased me with the shining slender 'free'?
No more, this love that rots me to the sea.
Who dropped me onto slimy silver cores?
But who can move until they track right back
into the life they lived in that same skin?
And who should frustrate antidotes that lack
the soul of God who journeys from within?
And He will rub the eyes of wholesome tracks
to save the lives from poking prodding pins
English Sonnet
YOU CAME
The Red and White checks haunt me like the days.
In flames, abstract they bring the tall wall down.
They wanted to make beauty of displays,
but somehow made their penitence sweet ground.
The Hope would dangle on the Red and steel,
to argue order that had floated near.
The sand stone wants a taste and wants a bill
to make him feel less empty in his fear.
And no one can have candy or the clasp
of wonder worlds that take it all a joy.
There are no golden tickets left to grasp.
Oh Charlie, take your pride and be a boy.
So no one wins as fences are the same.
And I will never be glad that you came.
There we goooooo! God Bless!
My Dark Knight
I know a man who dresses all in black.
They say he creeps around just like a bat
And saving lives for that he has a knack
He takes out foes as if they were a gnat
He keeps a watchful eye over the streets
My knight in dark clad armor in shadows
A vigilantly for the ones he keeps
And villains run away from where he goes
By day he is one of Gotham's elite
The fortune of a rich man he is heir
By night evoking fear when need is there
He'll switch between his lives when need is there
My hero dressed in black. My awesome knight
Protecting those he can with all his might
As you can I am only slightly obsessed.
What makes the taste of subway so superb?
The cheese, the bread, the overall taste? It
fills me up and blows my mind, oh yea!
Please toast the bread and keep your vinegar.
I go to quest, try my best, then I eat.
It’s better than a hamburger, or anything
with fat. Hold the grease, the oil, the carbs,
I’ll take mine without. Its fresh its clean, its
never old, I could eat it every day.
Don’t trust the clown or the king, they fill your
blood with grease. Help help help, please unclog my
arteries. The clown is dumb, the king the
same. But jarred is the best. He’s cool, he’s
fresh, he’s never lame, give me my subway.
Villanelle Time!
CLARITY
There’s not a way to make this day seem clear
The panic in my chest made tattered sound
The only thing that touched my heart was fear
Mistaken as a shapen toy or gear
An iridescent screaming, pressing pound
There’s not a way to make this day seem clear
What happened to a love so blank, so dear?
The banter broke my body to the ground
The only thing that touched my heart was fear
Draw faces on and add to mine a tear
To push me down and make me as a clown
There’s not a way to make this day seem clear
To leave me waste with nothing more to hear
To terrorize my scent much like the hound
The only thing that touched my heart was fear
Complete me with a sharpened shattered shear
To somber strings my hips are fully bound
There’s not a way to make this day seem clear
The only thing that touched my heart was fear
VILLANELLA-
Sleep
Sleep is good, sleep is kind,
Some need more and some need less,
It always helps one to undwind.
Our dreams don't always follow a fine line,
Bad versus good is the test,
Sleep is good, sleep is kind.
Helps us connect with the unconscious mind,
A reliever from our daily stress,
It always helps one to unwind.
Waking up is the worst time,
Five more minutes is the best,
Sleep is good, sleep is kind.
We yearn for the sublime,
Napping never takes a rest,
It always helps one to unwind.
And I, I would sleep forever if I had the time,
My bed becoming my eternal nest.
Sleep is good, sleep is kind.
It always helps one to unwind.
One of the lines might not exactly work and the sentences are short, but this is how my mind is right now...
If I want to get an MD,
I have to get through high school.
I need to study.
This education is free.
It will be a useful tool,
if I want to get an MD.
Vocabulary to drill into my memory.
Tests make me a fool.
I need to study.
Listening to the teacher is the key.
I have to follow that rule,
if I want to get an MD.
I would rather watch TV.
As a matter of fact, I’m starting to drool.
I need to study.
I’m sure that people would agree
that I should not be like a mule.
If I want to get an MD,
I need to study.
Villanelle-
Watch as the graceful leaves flutter gently.
They blend into a whirlwind.
You begin to stare intently.
The season is closing evidently.
Summer heat has thinned.
Watch as the graceful leaves flutter gently.
Hearing someone sigh contently
Out of control the colors blend.
You begin to stare intently.
Thoughts run through discontently.
A heart has begun to mend.
Watch as the graceful leaves flutter gently.
They approach you hesitantly,
And start to comprehend.
You begin to stare intently.
You change subsequently.
Companionship is a godsend.
Watch as the graceful leaves flutter gently.
You begin to stare intently.
-Devin
Yellow reminds me of the sunflower
and blue reminds me of the deep ocean.
Ah colors make up the greatest potions.
Red is the color of all the power
and brown is the earth's taller dark towers.
Orange reminds me of my mother's lotion
and pink does with all of its commotion.
The color purple makes people cower.
White I am told means purity and clean.
Maybe a little green can make some peace
But that read still lies within my own heart.
Oh, but colors so nice but yet so mean.
Oh, colors choking me like the hot grease.
Colors, they pierce my heart like flaming darts.
As the Torrents Pour
We sit, and wait, and beg. As the torrents pour.
It’s so hard on the streets. We’ll take anything you give, a quarter, a meal, a ten.
While the aristocrats cash their heavy checks, chanting “More, more, more!”
What we do is a way of life. This curse, to be poor!
What have we done to deserve this? We were once normal too. Why have we fallen?
We sit, and wait, and beg. As the torrents pour.
What else could we do? My brothers and I, us four?
We are kicked and trampled. “Get a job, losers,” cry the lofty business men.
While the aristocrats cash their heavy checks, chanting “More, more, more!”
Probably the most agonizing is knowing that our futures don’t hold much in store.
In the midst of all futility, we daydream of the old days. Way back then.
We sit, and wait, and beg. As the torrents pour.
I look down on myself. My scruffy beard, my clothes tore.
My belly groans like a wallowing warthog. What I would do for a piece of chicken.
While the aristocrats cash their heavy checks, chanting “More, more, more!”
Until a man came. A look of sympathy he boar.
And with checking book in hand, we yielded a pen.
We sit, and wait, and beg. As the torrents pour.
While the aristocrats cash their heavy checks, chanting “More, more, more!”
Villanelle
Today is the day I change my way
for if I don't I surely will die.
That is what the Lord has to say.
The flies buzz toward my decay
while all that will be left of me is my soulless sigh.
Today is the day I change my way
All I have to do is obey
but that task just seems so high.
That is what the Lord has to say.
Just follow me and all will be ok.
Follow the commandments and do not lie.
Disobey and surely in Hell your fry.
So if you don't obey bu that faithful day.
I will no longer hear your cry
That is what the Lord has to say.
The consequence of my sin is what I don't want to pay.
I now have to become a brand new guy.
Today is they day I change my way.
That is what the Lord has to say.
LOLOL APAR3NTLY IAM TEH ONYL ONE WHO DID A SESITNA!!1 ALL CAPZ
H4HA HERE IT IS:
your society is an obstacle in my path
i want to watch your world burn
mankind is a paradox
thriving on greed
worshipping materialism
i want to see everything you know shattered.
my world has been completely shattered
by my overwhelming greed
and the paradox
of materialism
causes everything in my life to burn
and erases all paths.
i have blazed a path
for myself away from materialism.
this intense greed
could make a world burn
and become shattered
in this infinite paradox.
my eyes burn
when i look upon this shattered
broken path
of greed
and materialism.
this is my paradox.
i have rebuitl this path
which was once a paradox
of a shattered
reality based on greed
and materialism.
i will no longer burn.
this greed
this materialism
it is no longer a paradox
it is no longer a path
to a reality shattered
and a consciousness burned.
this shattered paradox
of a path to materialism
will no longer breed greed. it will burn.
I K1NDA MESSDE UP IN THE 6TH STNAZA WIT "BURNED" INSTED OF "BURN" BUT H3Y NO1'Z PERFECT. LIEK MY GRAMARZ LOLOL
Villanelle de Romare
This fair skinned black, had a chance to compete
Virtuous equality was his dream
Just an artist born to the Harlem streets
He could have been one of baseball’s elites
But the arts were his calling it seemed
This fair skinned black, had a chance to compete
His art abstract was far from obsolete
A unique artist, he was often deemed
Just an artist born to the Harlem streets
Insults and racial remarks, no retreat
Inspired by city trains, blowing steam
This fair skinned black, had a chance to compete
With good morals and logic his art was discrete
A great artist, so proud that he gleamed
Just an artist born to the Harlem streets
His work amazing, his life is complete
His life was ended, but part of god’s scheme
This fair skinned black, had a chance to compete
Just an artist born to the Harlem streets
The Corn
The corn sits on the shelf,
a very very bright corn,
all a l o n e by itself.
It has ears like an elf,
a corn that has not been born.
The corn sits on the shelf.
The corn is filled with hope and wealth,
but yet all day it still will mourn.
All a l o n e by itself
Prowling and filled with great stealth,
all it knew was to speak up and warn.
The corn sits on the shelf.
The corn keeps you in good health,
but can also make you torn.
All a l o n e by itself.
All it wishes is to become part of one's health,
but yet the corn still has not been born.
The corn sits on the shelf,
all a l o n e by itself.
Gretchen Pet.
I love my little Gretchen pet.
We both love to cuddle and play
The sweetest dog I've ever met.
She runs into the house soaking wet
and jumps on my bed. But I say
I love my little Gretchen pet.
She runs around like a puppy, and yet
Her age shows in her hair of grey.
The sweetest dog I've ever met.
Sleeping and watching the television set
We can cuddle on the couch all day.
I love my little Gretchen pet.
Every night we lay in bed. I let
Her have the most. It's okay.
The sweetest dog I've ever met.
When the time has come for college you can bet
Because of her I'll want to stay
I love my little Gretchen pet.
The sweetest dog I've ever met.
RICKY LOSES! I DID A SESTINA TOO! :))))))
WASHEREEKA
I remember the first time I saw that man.
Sitting peacefully in the middle of the village.
Underneath the shade of the Great tree.
Exotic natives all around him, brown skin bare.
The trees were shimmering with the first rays of sun.
His hands expressed important stories of the earth.
I quickly learned the ONE, sacred shrine was earth.
The one-hundred and thirty-six days I was there I never missed a rising or setting sun.
The man showed me the clearest stream and the open plains, bare.
Closing my eyes, I picture the lights burning, steady from the village.
What strange creatures I had come upon, this thing, that fit the same general category as me: man.
And all the while stood the all-understanding, Great tree.
One morning, under that comforting, Great tree,
Sat a weeping woman.
The night before her husband had whispered "Goodbye.", as did the sun.
Solemn mourning, filled the village.
The only word I felt was bare.
The woman laid down under the tree, hugged by the sweet earth.
After the ceremonies of death were performed, the man met his father again, earth.
The sky seemed brighter, so did the sun.
No more sorrowful tears, the woman’s eyes were bare.
All the villagers gathered to rejoice around the Great tree.
Happiness bellowed from the village.
More stories were told to the children, by the man.
Near the end of my stay, late one afternoon, I was told to follow that man.
We rounded past the towering, Great tree.
On past the edge of the village.
Fall was making a path for winter, the trees were becoming bare.
I wondered what lesson he would teach me that day, always something about the earth.
When we finally arrived at our destination: another, barren field, we were abandoned by the sun.
What could I possibly see, in this lonesome, starving plain without the sun?
The stars were peaking out of the sky, the man told me we needed to greet the earth.
So we laid down, on that lonesome plain, once again I felt bare.
Until I started looking into the stars, into the storybook, there I saw the Great tree.
There I saw the pattern of a man.
I closed my eyes, and reopened them in disbelief. I saw the village.
Not a day goes by that I don’t see that man, that village, that everlasting Great tree.
It’s the picture on my bare nightstand, it’s the first thing the sun hits in the morning, it’s my earth.
My Love's Sestina
I see so much in his eyes,
The way they sparkle.
How he moves his hands,
I just want to hold them ‘til the end.
When he shows me his heart full of love,
I peek into his soul.
He once lost his soul.
When he talks about it his eyes
Look blank and he fists his hands.
When the sun reflected off the gun, it would sparkle.
A twitch of his trained finger and a life would end;
He often whispers “Someone lost their love.”
I tell him “Hush, my love.”
No, the blood is on his hands.
He wants to bring his own life to an end.
I can see it in his eyes,
The pain, the yearning in his soul.
The gun, the razor, the Other Side- Yea, they sparkle.
The twisted remnants of a car and truck; the shattered glass windows sparkle.
He saves them from a horrible end.
A man tries to whisper to his wife “I love—
No, live damnit! The life comes back to his eyes.
A hero; saving is in his soul.
A killer to a healer. The same hands.
On the steering wheel of a truck, his hands
Are clenched painfully tight. He drives away his soul.
He thinks “What am I doing?” His eyes
Stare out into nothing. No love
Out on the open road. The headlights blindingly sparkle.
Please God, bring the loneliness to an end.
Your Father sent you a gift with no end.
That gift is everlasting love.
My love, I am here to hold your hands.
Together, into eternity, we become one, one soul.
Our endless love will continue to sparkle
After we are taken up. Just you and I looking into eachothers’ eyes.
Let your eyes sparkle
Now with happiness and love to the end.
Our souls will forever hold hands.
REFLECTION (corrected)
To go to see the beach is wonderful.
The sky makes known its presence all Throughout-
So comforting, persuading one to lose
Themself. The sky so blue or full of light-
That any time will give one flutters new.
The sun so friendly, watches over me.
His eyes so bright protecting my own skin
From outside in. The warmth engulfs my soul-
Rejuvenating energies within.
And while I lie on warm, white sand, I view
the Ocean- fulfilling and grand. As light
Shines bright reflecting on the surface blue,
Majestically the waves crash towards the shore.
Revealing everlasting truths in time.
"Gaston Leroux" (Edited)
Engulfed in mystery lies the Opera House.
An air of total secrecy consumes.
French ballerinas scurry out of fright.
The Phantom has been seen under the stage.
He seems to hide within the very walls.
Christine Daae is one to know the truth.
A masquerade acts as a cover-up.
The owners only want to hide the truth.
Angel of Music sweetly sings aloud.
The Phantom has gotten inside my mind.
His private place was in box number five.
A happy ending could never become
For their fates were hopelessly intertwined.
Gaston Leroux's investigated tale.
-Devin
"Windows Down" REMix
I never drive with windows up at all
I don't, as long as there is sun outside
Windows are down if night, and moon sits tall
The things I love, out there they do abide
The animals reside so playfully
I love the unity, but more, the peace
The creatures play, always so happily
Aromas fill the air with purest breeze
And all is simple when observed from here
These creatures havn't a worry, despair
I spot a deer through the rear-view mirror
It's dead, and gone. The blood surrounds the tear.
Our world has desecrated harmony
And traded for appointments and ammo.
He runs down to the street and skips unitl
he chases the that white van that smashed a toad.
"Stop, stop!!" he yells as he chases the van.
He will not catch the manapua man.
He turns back in defeat, then heads back home
with every step he feels like a nome.
When he finally arrived he plopped down,
continued to sit there with a big frown.
He was offered dinner later that night,
his rsponse to that was go fly a kite.
As he went to sleep that very same night,
his mom had purchased him a new flashlight.
He did not know how to react to this,
so he just gave his mom a big fat kiss.
So long as man can see what life can mean,
The bee will buzz, the leaves will fall to earth.
The child laughs, the mother carries love.
The weeds take over, birds fly high in song.
The old will return to the earth, some young.
So long as man can see what life does mean,
The spring will breathe new life and plants will grow.
And he will come to know how God shows love.
The tides will change and fish will swim in schools.
And people work and never stop to see.
How truely lovely life can be, SO SEE!
I say this now, so long as love is here.
Then beauty shall live, people will know peace.
And man will see what life can bring to all.
The fishes glide in salty water. Two
are gold, and three are black. A few have spots
and longer tails. The nine are kind of cute.
My mother places flakes inside and soon
all nine were skimming tinted water, quick
to finish flavored food, then diving to
the bottom fetching rocks to weigh them down.
Their gills are flapping like a paper fan.
Their tails are swaying like a dancer's dress.
With silver eyes, they gaze around the tank.
With plastic plants and treasure chests, a void
is made into a fish’s dream, and then
the thumps of monsters ring the walls, and all
the fishes flee to try escaping me.
Yellow reminds me of the sunflower
and blue reminds me of the deep ocean.
Ah colors make up the greatest potions.
Red is the color of all the power
and brown is the earth's taller dark towers.
Orange reminds me of my mother's lotion
and pink does with all of its commotion.
The color purple makes people cower.
White I am told means purity and clean.
Maybe a little green can make some peace
But that red still lies within my own heart.
Oh, but colors so nice but yet so mean.
Oh, colors choking me like the hot grease.
Colors, they pierce my heart like flaming darts.
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