Farewell OSHS Assignment

Assignment Write a poem about your memories of Oceanside, your feelings that it is closing.

Gone, but not forgotten

Two years, two schools.
Hundreds of students' lives
Will never be the same.

Jill, Gattz, the Gilman clan.
Hundreds of SL kids have been
Changed because of you.

Me, myself....big or little.
I'll always be grateful for everything
You made my SL childhood.

You gave so many opportunity.
You gave so many laughter.
You gave so many such memories.

But when the doors close
And the hallways echo quiet,
Oceanside will not disappear.

In our minds, hearts and memories
Your work, your time, sweat and tears
Have left behind diamond-like gems

Of happiness and the kinds of things
Only this world can bring. Only love
And passion can bear.

I love you.
I love Oceanside.
Thank you.

A note on this blog

I started this blog as a way to share and showcase the poetry I wrote for Ms Saphy's Poetry Class at Oceanside High School. Unfortunately and quite sadly, the school is closing.

The poems you see in this blog with "Assigment" either in the title or at the top of the entry were written for said class.

As I don't know yet what course I plan to take -- whether I enroll in another high school, and if I do, will it even have a poetry class -- I do intend to continue writing poetry, even if for a little while.

I hadn't written poetry for a long time before Ms Saph's class, and it has inspired me to write again. I enjoy it too much to let it go again so easily.

Please do feel free to leave comments, but please be nice about it. (Remember the old, "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all"?) I can handle constructive criticism -- and welcome it -- but not meanness or rudeness. Remember, you're a visitor here.

With that: Enjoy!

Random Poetry

Hypocrite. Misfit.
Swooping in and
make a hit.

Chastize. Lyin' eyes.
Break my heart and
criticize

Me. When I deny
That I could ever love
and stand by

And watch you. So untrue.
You broke my heart and
made it two

Pieces. Decreases
The chance that I will ever

Ever

Ever love again.

Art Assignment

Assignment: Use a piece of art (other than photography) as inspiration for a poem.

Inspiration Piece: Sunday Afternoon on the Island of Grand Jatte by Georges Seurat

Dot to Dot

Hot dot. Point of light.
Find a mate and get it right.

A point joint. Every shade
Gathers, a lovely painting has made.

Woman, man, arm in arm,
Dressed for all the world to charm.

Two by two, they come for fun
And spend a lovely day in the sun.

The day's rays beating down.
Throw your worries, let them drown

In dreams streams, an ocean blue.
Send them far away from you.

Frail sail, flutters in the wind.
Never wish the day to end.

Person/Place/Thing Assignment

Assignment: Find photos of a person, a place and a thing and write a single poem incorporating all 3.

NOTE: The person pic is one taken in SL but is Yoko Ono....from her flickr....seriously. I was searching "Second Life" on Flickr and found it and chose it SIMPLY because it is Yoko Ono lol Her caption for it said she did this parachute jump on SL on John Lennon's birthday in honor of him

Person

Place

Thing

Yoko Ono: Superstar

Parachute. Down she floats
Onto the island of misfits.
A silent wedge. On John she dotes
Until she breaks them to bits.

Big bug specs. Peace sign hand.
Ruining the groups she meets.
She calls it art, the plastic band.
Hacking her screams on the streets.

Then under the peace tree
He lays at rest, imagining no war.
All alone, it's just she
And the band that is no more.

Photography Assignment

Assignment: Write a poem inspired by a photograph.

She Can't See Me

Softly she laughs, lips curled slightly,
Her head tilted to the left and her hair,
An auburn, silken wave, spilling over her face.
Her eyes pierce mine, look into me,
But she can't see me at all.

I watch her every night, here with her friends,
At the Double Feature Drive Inn, and I wish
I could be with them, laughing and free,
Instead of behind this counter where
She can't see me at all.

Oh, that I could tell her how her laugh
Invades my thoughts and dreams, thrilling
Me, wrenching my soul to the core.
But I stand here mute when she is so close.
She can't see me at all.

I wish I could write for her a sonnet describing
How I want to run my hands through her hair,
Over her face, and kiss her velvet lips,
Instead of being Ken the snack bar man
Who she can't see at all.

And so night after night, I am doomed to watch
Her walk away from me, arm in arm with him.
I imagine the sweet nothings they whisper and the
Plans she makes with him instead of me,
The man she can't see at all.