POETRY PERSISTS in PLENTIFUL PECKS

The Cheap Cheese by OB

The cheap cheese cries out
PLEASE BUY ME
I'm gonna rot out!

I don't want to grow
in dumpsters of shame.
I want a happy family
So please
Someone
Please buy me.


Underdog by HK

Knights in shining, gleaming armor
Is what my darling craves
Riding on a rickety horse
Living with the people that force
And show us how we behave

Underdog, Underdog is what she cries
Bashing through the living dyes
The blade goes through his wealthy armor,
Big eyes staring at the once-before farmer,
The crows start to peck at his carcass,
As my darling's love leaves before us.


Track by AL

Jumping over the hurdles,
running the 800 meter dash.

Run as fast as a cheetah,
so you won't come in last.

When you do the hurdles,
jump like your on a trampoline.

If you do these you'll be
the very best on the team.

Girl With A Fishbowl

 Art by AZ

Students were asked to write a story about a girl with a fishbowl on her head... let the creative juices flow!
 

 Here's the Thing About Sarah Prewett

Here's the thing about Sarah Prewett; she is fish crazy.  She loved fish like an American teenager likes a double decker triple bacon cheeseburger with cheesy jumbo fries and an extra large Oreo and cookie dough, chocolate milkshake. 

She had hundreds of books on fish.  She had wanted a fish for the past three years.  The problem was Sarah didn't have the best track record with pets.  Her lizard was eaten by a hawk when Sarah let it sun itself outside.  Her dog was run over by a car when she let go of its leash to hail down the ice cream man.  And her bunny, well, let's just say they found what was stinking up the vents all summer. 

She begged and cried for a fish but her parents kept on saying no.  They even threatened to ground her if she asked again, but she still went along asking.  Every day on her way home from school she would stop at the local pet shop to gaze at the fish as they swam around in their tanks.  One day as Sarah was gazing at the fish the shopkeeper, an old feeble lady, walked out from behind the counter and began shaking a clear mixture into all of the tanks. 
"What's that," Sarah asked inquisitively. 
"This," the old lady said, "is my own patented fish food.  It keeps the fish full, but also as healthy as they can be.  Just don't touch the water because the food isn't meant for humans."  She cackled. 

When Sarah left she thought about fish as usual and then made a risky decision;  she would steal a bowl of goldfish and for good measure the shopkeeper's strange fish food.  The next day, quiet as a mouse, Sarah snuck into the pet store.  She winced as the bell rang over the door, but no one came out of the back. 

When she looked over the counter she saw the old shopkeeper sleeping on her rocker.  Like a ninja, Sarah stood on her tiptoes and pulled down the goldfish bowl.  Suddenly, behind her, she heard the cry, "Stop! Thief!"  In surprise Sarah threw the bowl in the air and with a mighty cur thump the bowl fell back down onto her head.  Instantly she felt as if she was being impaled with nails.  She couldn't see it, but her skin was turning the color of an orange and tiny scales were coming out of her body.  And my oh my, she was shrinking.  Fins were coming out of her body and within seconds she was no more than a goldfish swimming in circles. 

The frail old shopkeeper went to the front of the store and said to herself, "They never listen, never," as she put out a sign saying: GOLDFISH HALF OFF. 

And if you ever go to that pet shop and look at the goldfish... you might find one saying, "Help me!" in Morse Code using its bubbles.

                                                                                                        -LB

A Strange, Short Story... Sorta

When she woke up, it was like a lucid dream.  Her vision was blurred, ever single sound was muffled.  It felt like a vision.  her short, wispy black hair floated around her... until a large orange fish swam right through her small field of vision.  She was startled, and realized that she was inside of her own fishbowl; well, at least her head was.

"This couldn't be real," she thought as she noticed that she somehow wasn't drowning.  It was pretty nice, just floating around with all of her pet fish until a thought occurred to her: How was she going to get out?  She began pulling at the fishbowl on her head; the fish retreated back in fear.  Her vision began closing in as she felt herself losing her grip on life.  Everything went dark and she felt herself falling.  The light was eventually restored, but the thing was... When she woke up, it was like a lucid dream. 

                                                                                                                    - AZ


                                                                                                                                                            

Students envisioned themselves glass artisans...

The color is black and orange.

The texture is smooth and hard.

Four legs, two big eyes,

and made of molded glass.

In the beginning it was nothing.

Now it is a small glass tiger.   

by JK

 

 

 

I was twisting and turning the big stick.

It was jumping out of the water

Blue and purple from the sun setting.

Halfway sleeping.

A dolphin it is.

 

Swimming very fast

Blue and jumping

From the water,

Water coming out.

 

by KP


Hot molten glass.
Still cooling in the light.
So smooth and wondrous.

Color as bright as neon.
The wondrous color filling the star.
The Star Fish.
So carefully designed.
As big as your hand.

by SC