Little poems

~Shattered, the crystal glass breaks. On its own, it becomes free.



~The chiming of wind blows back and forth. With the melody of hard oak clashing.

ES

Positivity

                 Passing Smiles All Around


That wretched Monday never seems to go your way.  Luckily, there is always that one teacher who loves teaching almost as much as she loves life itself.  There is nothing greater than watching your teacher glow with love for teaching their students.  When a teacher is excited about teaching they make their students excited about learning.  This is the simple thing that makes those hard Mondays so much better.  This situation in itself makes it worth spending 3 hours on that essay.

I know what it looks like when that positivity isn't there.  It makes the days a lot harder and longer.  Student, Olivia Groeteke, says that a teacher has changed the whole momentum of her day by not answering her question.  "It really just put me in a bad mood." states Groeteke, a sophomore at Boone Central.  School should be something we look forward to.  Children in other countries would kill to go to a school like we do.  Being positive about learning makes everyone around you have a better outlook on school.  When we look at learning as a privilege we get a lot more out of our class periods.

Positivity is very contagious.  Eighty-three percent of adults said a teacher helped boost their confidence and self-esteem with unconditional positivity and support.  Seventy-nine percent of people reported having a teacher who encouraged them to follow their dreams.  This is the kind of encouragement that should be in every classroom.  

This situation can be flipped around too.  When students are excited and ready to learn new things, teachers catch that positivity.  Many times students set the whole mood for how class will go that day.  "When students have positive attitudes they are more accepting of new  information.  We also get more done within the class period and learn more as well." stated Boone Central math teacher Mrs. Zwiener.  Passing smiles all around is proven to get more done in the classroom, and make memories to remember for years to come.

SAT

Blocher's Poem

The sparkles danced
As the rough worms
Bounced on the fuzzy face

My Evil Twin

I'm known as a sporty teen.
She's known as a trouble maker.
I care about my grades and try my hardest.
She barley passes knowing there are more important things.
I love reading books.
She can't remember the last time she read a book.
My family means the world to me.
Her family is never in the same room.
I couldn't live without my friends.
She doesn't have any.
I care what others think.
She's herself and doesn't let other peoples thoughts bother her.
Sometimes just sometimes I find myself wishing I could be more like her.

Bay

Daddy

  "Thud. Thud. Thud." Three steps from the door. Do I have time to catch you before you walk out that door to the chilly morning air disappearing to work for the day? I lay in bed, my mind arguing with my body whether or not to get out of my warm bed, race up the stairs with the little energy I have in my limbs, and hug my Daddy. My mind wins; Love always wins, it overpowers everything.
   You bust your back working three jobs. I admire you, I look up to you, and I want to be just like you. So when you told me I could start working at the unit, I was so excited because I knew that meant spending more time with you. I would get to work hard right beside you. But even though I get to see you more on the weekends now, I still don't like the job. I need it though, so I keep showing up. Now I am just like you Daddy; I have three jobs so I can pay for college. You always tell me that I shouldn't worry about money, and do what makes me happy.
   You grew up poor, nine siblings, and a mom that rarely was home. I've always loved your way of parenting. You buy us kids pop and candy, despite what mom says, just because you never got it as a kid. You are strict when needed, but you are pretty laid back. I've always hated the moments I know I have done wrong and you find out, then you give me a big speech about how disappointed you are in me. That's always the worst. When you are disappointed in me.. not mad..disappointed. I always want to go and hug you and tell you I'm sorry and I will change my attitude. Sadly, I know I won't change and I know if I say sorry you will ignore that I have said the words. I am sorry though, I'm sorry I take things out on you and mom. I know you are just trying to lead the way for me.
   I remember when I would wrap my little hands around your muscular arms and hang on them. I still have little hands, you still have your big furry, muscular arms, but I'm too big now to hang on them as you lift me up and down. I remember that song I always used to listen to, "I loved her first" by Heartland. You would dance with me in the kitchen to it. That's when I swore I would dance with you to that song at my wedding someday. I remember growing up that you called me Do Whopper, and sang me the one Ragdoll song (even though the song is inappropriate) I was your Ragdoll because I always did everything with you. I always had to come with, and cried till I got to if mom said no. I miss those days Daddy. I wish I could spend more time with you. I wish I could see you, and hug you more. I sit in school on days I have a bad day and get sad because I know I'm too busy that night to go home and hug you. I love your hugs, they make me feel loved. I know I need to make more time for you. And I will, starting now.

The Lonely Island

       The sun shines down onto my body, biting my already burned hide. My mouth feels salty and dry, so I get some stream water from one of my coconut shells. Life here hasn't been easy. It's already been two weeks and I haven't seen a single sign of a rescue crew. But I keep my wits, sure that someone will find me. I've read books like this. A man gets stranded on an island, just like I am. All of them made it off alive. Then the thought crosses my mind. No one tells stories about the ones who die because no one knows about them. Will that be my fate? I'm certain that many people have been in my situation and perished. They are just forgotten. That's the end of it. These thoughts haunt me every night that I'm forced to lie down in the sand under my small hut and attempt to fall asleep.

I awoke the next morning to an odd smell. I caught more of it when I walked down towards the beach where I discovered that I while I was thinking so deeply about my existence last night, I had forgotten to bring in yesterday's fish from the drying rocks. Now they laid there, rotten and half eaten by crabs and gulls. Great. I had one job! I had to gather other food for the day, like berries and fruit and even a lizard I found. I need to learn to just live and roll with it instead of stopping and analyzing everything like it matters so much. BUT I'll always have a plan, I won't be an aimless wreck.

The smoke signal was coming along decently. I still needed a few more limbs for the backbone of the "P". By the next day I had it burning and I had to say, it looked like the movies. Hopefully my job well done would catch the attention of a plane or a boat nearby. My luck was soon going to grow. For that very day, I was saved. A cruise ship was sailing just a mile off the shore. At the time, I was in the forest, looking for more wood for the signal.

So after two weeks and a day, I was off that deserted lonely island. I was quite proud of myself too. I had survived. Prospered even. And now I was on my way back to my home in the United States.



Or so I thought.



The oil made the water turn a sickly color. I couldn't see the blood but I knew I was swimming in gallons of it.  Wreckage was all around me, slowly sinking into the depths of the icy ocean. I climbed to a table that was floating right off what used to be the starboard bow. It had been set for dinner that was going to be served in about 20 minutes.

I didn't think about my luck. I didn't think I just made it off an island now I'm going to die on the way home. What I thought was what now. What's my next move? There was no sense in staying with the boat. The bomber plane had blown it to bits, and I couldn't find any other survivors. That was when I realized my luck. I had defied death when my plane went down and I floated onto the island. I had defied it for two weeks by staying alive on the island. And now, ten minutes after being saved, it seemed I was the lone survivor of a horrific suicide attack by what I presumed was a Japanese kamikaze pilot. But I could think about that later. Right now I had to get away from this oil, in case it was ignited by the burning former cruise ship. Come on come on. Think of a plan. It seemed my only option was. . .




I must go back to the island.













B. Kennedy

Autumn, Country Afternoon

I am sitting at home, watching The Big Bang Theory. The doorbell suddenly rings. I get up and I open the door. When I see who it is, I throw my arms around him and burst into tears. Standing at the door is my Grandpa Meyers. I can't believe what I am seeing.
"What are you doing here?" I ask with curiosity of how he could be here.
"I thought I would come down for a day to see you."
"Grandpa, I have missed you so much!" I throw my arms around him again, not questioning as to why and how he is here. I am just happy he is. After our exchange of hellos, we spend the remainder of the day together.
We start out by playing by a game of Five Crowns. Of course he beats me by a wide margin.
"Grandpa, what's your secret? How do you always win at this game?"
"Now, if I told you that it wouldn't be secret. Would it?"
"I'll keep playing and I will be as good as you are one day."
Next we go and buy some wood so that he can. Help me build a shelf for my. Room. Even after all these years he still doesn't want me to touch any of the tools.
"Come on, Grandpa, I'm sixteen now. I think I can handle some tools.
"I guess you're right, but please be careful."
"I know."
I place the electric sander down onto the piece of wood and turn it on.
"Remember, go with the grain. Like this."
He stands beside me and gently places his hand on top of mine. He guides my hand with the sander along the wood like he is trying to help a child walk for the first time. I close my eyes to try and savor the moment that I know will soon be gone again.
After we complete the shelf I set up a camera to take a picture of me standing with my grandpa. We decide that it is about time for lunch, so I decide to cook him some of my favorite soup. I thought that I would like him to taste my cooking to see how much I have approved.
"Lily, Do you want me to help with anything?"
"No, you can just sit down and relax."
After I finish the soup and a loaf of whole wheat batter bread, I set the table. We sit down and have a nice chat.
"This is really good!" Grandpa exclaims. "What kind of soup is this?"
"Smoked Gouda and mushroom. It is one of my favorite!"
"you have improved so much. I am so proud of you."
"I love you so much, Grandpa!"
After we get done eating, we decide to go out for a drive in the country. The trees are so beautiful. They have a mixture of reds, oranges, and yellows. We park the car at the bottom of a hill that is covered in thick, green grass. Grandpa grabs ahold of my hand and begins to walk up. A single tear rungs down my cheek as I remember all of our past memories together. We sit down under an immense, beautiful tree. We don't say anything we just look out over the rolling hills and enjoy the sunset.
When it gets dark, my grandpa stands up. He grabs onto my hand and pulls me up to my feet. He pulls me in and wraps me into a big embrace. I have missed his hugs so much.
While wrapped in his embrace he gently whispers to me, "I will always love you. Don't ever forget that."
"I won't grandpa. I love you too."
With that he pulls away and places a gentle kiss on the top of my head. He gives me one more quick hug then starts to walk away. I just stand in place as tears overflow my eyes. I am just able to watch as he disappears into the night.

-L.J.J

Evil Twin

  It was a new day and I woke up late and had to rush for my first day of school. Of course I worse a running outfit and nike pullover just to be comfy. On my rushing way to school I whipped out of the driveway as I always do, ramping up off the curb and running my bumper. My radio station played only Maroon 5. I arrived at school and realized I didn't have my Calc done so I stole Mac's paper. After school I was so busy with sports that by the time I got home I was tired. I put of my baggy sweatpants and watched movies. My family and I were so close that they knew all my secrets, although I always tended to get mad at the little things. I felt completely safe and would hate to leave home. The only thing I hoped and dreamed for was to become a WNBA player. I then fell asleep on the couch late that night after I was on social media all night.
Waking up the next morning was a nightmare and my mom almost believed I was sick. She then acted like she didn't love me. It was two hours before school and I was already ready. My parents would not come near me and I didn't feel safe at home at all. I left the place I sleep after being abused so early that I arrived to school with an hour to spare. The trip there was perfect and I drove slower that the limit. Listening to classical music was a soothing start to the day. I wore my pretty pink dress and had nothing to do but look at my already completed assignment. Following school I went to work at the soup supper and arrived home in great condition. I then put my robe on and went to studying without getting a single hello throughout the night. I then fell asleep in my bed to a nightmare that involved me not being a teacher...but a basketball player.

Th

In a blink of an eye

In a blink of an eye life changes,

You go through everyday wishing for something to happen, 

Realizing the more you want it to come the faster it'll be over.

Soon when your almost done with something, you wish you hadn't wished it away.

In a blink of an eye life changes,

Wanting to be an adult will come faster than u think

So don't wish it away because the your life will slip away

KDH 

Zelaznog Dlanor


I know a guy, he's out there someplace
Somewhere quite unknown
I don't know for sure when was the last time I encountered him
But he's out there
He wanders the alleys and the dark shadows of the night
He would take a wounded sparrow and put it behind a tire
For when the vehicle reverses....
He would pick a fight and tease the smallest kid in school
He would drop kick stray animals
Injure them and then let them remain and suffer
I would find his doings, I would try to help the animals
But sometimes it's too late
He's out there somewhere quite unknown
But beware

-Optimus prime

Mine

Shall I compare thee to the midnight moon?
Thou art more glowing and more majestic.
Like the brightly shining sun in late June,
You make my fantasies more realistic.

Or shall I compare thee to the white stars?
Thou art more luminous and more dazzling.
Captivating me with love from afar,
Thy twinkle, more than diamonds glittering.

Maybe I'll compare thee to the hot sun.
Thou art more fiery and more golden.
Amounting to thee simply can't be done,
Thou brighten life when my light is broken.

I would compare thee to the universe,
But thou art mine, no feeling of remorse.

-A.H.

Words of wisdom

Friendship is like a stone that fell into the ocean at first it's ragged and crude but with a little patience the sharp edges disappear, replaced by smooth curves as the once rough rock turns into a smooth pebble.  All we have to have is a little patience and be willing to never give up trying to smooth the rock into a beautiful stone.
By tlb

Hero of Man

Moving around swiftly
Across rough rustic roof tops
Through ancient abandoned allies
And sleepless simple streets
Is the defender of night
Who protects
Fearlessly for the just.
He is the protector against evil,
The Guardian of lives,
A Warrior of justice
Who fights
For the grateful gracious good
And better of man
Against a corrupt fiend
Who only seeks
To find the worst
In this wide wonderful world
And to show it
to the poor
Sinful sorrowful souls around.
This maker of mischief,
Causer of terror,
Is an evildoer
Worse than any other.
He searches for destruction,
Hunts to cause pain.
And to try to ruin innocent lives of peace.
He is a villain
Stronger than any other
Yet
cowers in a frightful frenzy of fear
From the one true king
The hero of man.

Bri

Nothing to do...

When I have nothing to do I 

Lay on my bed and think 

Look through all kinds of magazines 

Read a really good book or 

Doodle in my worn sketchbook

Walk outside to pet Kitty

Look into her dark green eyes 

And listen to the world outside 

Hearing the rustling leaves

I ponder about life and the future 

Daydream about the ocean and the infinity of the sea 

As cars speed on he highway 

Run upstairs and see what my brother is doing 

Since he's playing video games, I drag my feet back into my room 

I scroll through Pinterest 

For ever.

Then I go back downstairs and eat a cookie 

Or drink some water 

Then it's back upstairs listen to music and 

Try to do the splits or stretch 

Think of all the homework I should be doing.

KG

Tomorrow Anyway

When I have nothing to do, I love
To lay in my bed and think about music
Or the plants I want in my yard next spring

I check my email over and over again, hoping
That something new and exciting will be waiting
For me there, while playing games on my iPad.

I loving sitting on the edge of my porch, where I can
watch the cars flying by, or the people happily
walking down the sidewalk.

After awhile, I'll go sit by my flowers, admiring
Their natural beauty, thinking about what I could
Add to my garden for next spring.

I love to listen to music, singing along
or maybe conducting, drifting between those
Grand pandora stations floating from tune to tune.

I'll play the piano, or rearrange my room
Bake a cake, or brownies, or maybe even some cookies
I'll walk through the house day dreaming about beautiful things.

I'll be there in bed tonight, thinking about everything I had done
Then I'll think about what I should have accomplished today,
Never mind that though I have tomorrow anywhere.

AC