"Shadows on the Window Curtain"

Shadows on the window curtain
Gray images across the blinds
Pictures move acrossthe pane as in
An oriental puppet show

-- 12/16/05
Josh

I like Carpet

I like carpet
I like fuzz
I like carpet
But it doesn't like my brother
His name is Buzz
And he has dust allergies

I like soap
And how it makes me clean
I like soap
But it doesn't like my sister
Her name is Irene
And she is always spotless

I like water
And how it dribbles down my throat
I like water
But it doesn't like my father
His name is Simon
And he is afraid of it

I like my family
They are always great fun
I like my family
But none of them like
The same things as me

-- 12/15/05
Entire Class

A Wristwatch

Upon my wrist the wristwatch sits
Stately and structured; always at my service
His arms work tirelessly just for me
Ticking, constantly as though t'were nervous

Upon my wrist the wristwatch sat
And he will always stay just like that
Motionless, but always moving
Ticking and talking
As it sat and watched me
His face always staring up into my own

His steady ticking suddenly became slower
Just as life is almost over
And his hands will not now spin
The wristwatch has finally stopped ticking
We'll have to wait for the next tixking to begin

-- 12/15/05
Entire Class

Pondering

Not a sound was heard but the steady beating of my heart.
The night echoed the stillness into the far corners of the sky
Each hair rose and pointed like an icecycle
I was one with the earth: she was I and I was she
Together we encompassed day and night and season
Wherever she goes I follow; we can not part
For we are one.

-- 12/14/05
Entire Class Poem
[We all wrote a line or two]

I am A Rose

I am a rose
Because you start at the stem
And you start to grow
But you come to a sharp point
Over and over again
You keep having hard times
And then
You finally become something beautiful
After all the sharp points are over

--11/29/05
Ashley

Oasis

The smell of a thousand dusty yarn balls slapped my nose.
The old women sat around the television crochetting and others sitting at
the table playing cards.
THe walls were painted a light maroon.
It seemed like time was frozen,
as if you were in a winter land where nothing moves,
but the warmth of the old women keeps it alive.
Each one of these old women was once a princess,
dancing in the meadow without a care in the world,
only now to be trapped inside an old fragile body.
They may not move around as much,
but the love they make me feel as I walk in is like none other in the world.
As I kneel beside my grandmother and whisper in her ear,
as she tightly holds on to my hand I tell her I love her,
and she becomes young again.

-- 12/05
Scott

Drifting

Sitting asleep staring out my window pane
the dark summer night dances before my eyes
the wind blows through the trees who sway to and fro as I
sit asleep staring out my window pane

Worry

Worry is my arch enemy.
It twists me until I can bear it no more.
Why does is have to grab such a hold of my mind?
If I try to run away it will only hunt me down.
I'm afraid it will be my tormenter forever.

-- 12/05
Carly

*Almost Insivible*

I am lost
I don't know myself
Or why I am here
I am scared
What am I going to do
Where am I going to go
How am I going to live
How long do I have
Before my life is gone
I need help
Please Father show me the way
Before it slips from view
My life is almost invisible

-- 12/4/05
Ashley

Heaven

Heaven is the place I long to go,
To worship Jesus my savior forever.
To Jesus I owe every thing I am:
My soul, my life, my all.
How wonderful to be close to Jesus,
That He can wipe away my tears.
There I would never have sorrow,
Never feel the burden to struggle and toil and work.
I would have an eternal peace,
And be free from this oh, so sinful world.
My sinful nature would forever be seperated from me.
I would be clothed in white with no shame,
And be surrounded by God's awesome glory.
How wonderful heaven will be I cannot imagine.
If while still on a fallen earth things seem so wonderful,
What will it be like in a perfect Heaven?
I lay on my back and view the wispy, lofty, clouds drift
And see their color change from stainless white to bright and vivid orange and pink,
And the soft breeze cools my skin and plays with my hair.
My senses seem so completely filled.
I feel loved, I feel peace, I feel wonder and awe.
If this is a lost and fallen world, how much more will heaven be?

-- 11/05
Carly

Time

Time is running out
Don't waste it
It won't be very long
Until it flashes before your eyes
Use your time to find Christ
He is the Way, the Truth, and the Life

-- 11/30/5
Ashley

Lion

Lion, Lion of the night,
You hold me in a dreadful fright.
On your paws you slowly move.
Hope you're not of a hungry mood.

Weaving through the tall grass
Hopefully me youwill pass.
You finally caught me with your eye.
Now as a predator you lie.

I know you see the fear in me.
This makes me even more vulnerable to thee.
Up from your haunches how you sprang.
Now I am full of terror and pain.

Lion, lion of the night,
You hold me in a dreadful fright.

-- 12/05
Carly

Love

Love is my fear
Without fear there is no love
If you love, don't run from it
If you do you might loose something
Or someone special in your life
Take a chance
And go for it
There is no escape
Somehow it will find you
No matter how long it takes

-- 12/1/5
Ashley

Telephone

She sat there waiting, day and night for the call to come,
And as soon as the call would end, she would not remember.
She always sat in the corner near the window
Until she was moved permanently to the bedroom
Where she would let the time pass
Thought she seemed anxious to get out and do.

I was not there when The Call finally came, but I was told:
The phone was gone.

The next time I was home on vacation,
I looked for it there where the phone had always been:
In the corner by the window, or in the bedroom,
But she would not be there again.
She had served her turn until The Call, just as I must do:
Seeking to be of fullest use until...

Riiing.

-- 12/6/05
-- Josh

"Our House"

On the porch gently rocks the swing
Large enough now
For three or four cousins in a row
With feet dangling
Almost long enough to reach
The short concrete wall
That holds in the porch.
The lawn splits in two
Revealing the sidewalk
Extending the steps leading inside.
Trees line the yard, and,
In the front corner --
To the left --
A small forest of trees clumps together
About and around the ancient
Concrete pond
No bigger than a bathtub.
From beneath these trees I watch
As cousins, aunts, uncles and aprents
Teem and swirl about the yard
While grandma cooks the turkey,
And grandpa talked and laughed,
And all is right with the world
At this home.

-- 12/6/05
-- Josh

What's in my closet?

There against my graduation gown and cap he sits:

A young but wild boy pretending

He is an astronaut with his makeshift helmet

Daddy's gloves and coat, much too large for his suit,

A cardboard spaceship carrying him to

Galaxies uncharted.

Mostly I keep him in my nightstand drawer

Shut up against the day and night,

But every now and again

I hear his whispers and go to watch him

Flitting about in play

Until I realize the day has passed us both.

On lonely nights, he often comes

Snuggling with his father

To keep us both warm

But for most he lies hibernating

Under starry skies

Far from the reaches of Man and his cares

Or else immortally speeding

From time to time

Into the closets of other folk

If only to entertain.

-- 12/6/05

-- Josh

"Hither and Yon My Mind"

Hither and yon my Mind gaping
like a thankless void
scatters itself wildly about the cosmos.
Stopping here and there
on this and something else entirely
Pink, or else
elephant.

Hither and yon my mind disjointed
like a jigsaw newly tumbled
on the card table of bric-a-brac.
Is this a sheep I see before me?
If you punch me, do I not flee?
Alas poor Yorick,
I knew him well
once upon a time.

Hither and yon my mind skips
across the hopscotch of existence
at random and without form.
listening to the jumble
sighs and cries and animal calls
of suburbia,
then the screen is filled with
static and white
Shhhhhhh....

Hither and yon, there and gone,
like a lemon in the shade
Sometimes always never
sings his serenade.
Sigh.
I hate ADD.

-- 12/5/05
-- Josh

The fly

There it is that fly on the wall.
Sometimes I wonder why he doesn't fall.
If I was a fly I would fly around anywhere I wanted but first to school,
I would annoy all of my treachers, it would be cool.
I would fly over the ocean, I would fly sky high
I would fly so fast you wouldn't see me fly by.
I could eat what I wanted and sleep wherever,
if I was a fly my life would be better.
but here I am sick in my bed staring at that fly,
I reach out to him and say "hi"
I wonder if he heard me or if he was just dead on my wall,
why isn't he moving can he hear me at all?
I was about to ask him but my mom came in and smashed it Kersplat!
there is no more fly to worry about and that was that.

-- 12/05
Scott

Time

Time is like sand is like grass is like clouds

Ticking and slipping, fading, and gone

Passing, used, vapors in the wind

We can not hold it, it slips through our fingers, only seen from a distance

Now and never, ever and always, changing but the same

The immediate, the past, the future

Hours, castles, sunsets

Nothing remains, nothing is left, nothing to be kept

But

Time, Sand, clouds

-- 11/30/05

Josh

The Dishrag

I am a dish waiting in the rack
Other dishes pile up waiting for washing
Hands of the Master Dishwasher
Remove all filth and grime and gunk built up
Then sets us aside
Rinsed in His purifying waters
Placed gently in the rack to dry
Until the Dishrag of mercy is applied
Making us ready for use

-- 11/29/05
Josh

Yellow

Early in the morning

Yellow Comes on tip-toe

over the mountains behind my house.

She whispers softly that I need to get out of bed.

Her clothes are gold

catching the light

breaking it into spectrums of amber hues,

reds and white.

She is down every morning

higher than a kite by afternoon --

they usually call that bi-polar;

but not with her:

she is always bright and cheerful.

There are days when her face is clouded

and she simply is not herself --

winter is not her month --

but I tell her

that is just a part of life.

In the evening

she dresses in a gown

of burgundy and saffron,

and climbs back over the hill

and covers herself with a deep blue sheet of night

with her blanket of stars to keep her warm

until morning comes again.

-- 12/1/05

Josh

Here We Come

This blog is for the works of the Creative Writng Class of Providence Christian High School, circa 2005.

The title of the article will, henceforward, be the title of the piece.

The author's name will not be given on many of these pieces, but the date of their creation will be posted.

Hope you enjoy.

Please leave comments as to the poems bearing in mind that these are students still learning poetry (and their teacher who wishes to go into a masters program for poetry).