Per.spec.tive

Mr. Peppers

That’s right, our very own Assistant Principal Peppers has another poem for Perspective!  I like the surprising ending on this one.  What do you all think?

I consider myself to be an important part

I may be flat and have four holes, but my presence is sorely needed.

Without me bare flesh would run rampant everywhere,

A button after all has a job to be proud of.

Jake G.

It’s been a while since we’ve posted a poem here on Per.spec.tive; thanks,  Jake for sending us this beauty.

  Long Ago

 Long ago, Bob Dylan wrote
The times, they may be different,
But the attitude’s the same.
Long ago, Shakespeare said
The world was all a stage,
But if that’s true, then (unlike characters)
Why can’t corpses age?
“I Dreamt a Dream! What can it mean?”
Wrote William Blake long ago,
The answer then, I could have seen,
For now, I just don’t know.
And now a quote from the mind of Walt Whitman,
“Yeah, Death, we bow our faces, veil our eyes to thee”,
Things have changed, time has changed,
And yet we still do not wish to see
“Heaven”- is what I cannot reach!”
A quote from a time when everything was harder,
And now, some hundred – and — ten years later,
We live in a world where we’re no smarter.
The last of the real poets,
They’ve all passed, we know.
But you will have to pardon me,
For I believe in long ago.

Chase T

[Sniff...] 
Yes, it’s that good-bye time of year again.  Jordan captures the mood with this moving, sweetly sad little poem.  (the “BIG” is a rubbing from our yearbook’s front cover, for anyone who doesn’t know.) 

Note: After clicking the thumbnail, you can enlarge this more.  Hold the mouse pointer over the image, then click the box that appears on the bottom right.

Christopher G

Christopher (aka Jake) was another one of our first commenters, and he’s shown Per.spec.tive lots of support.  He’s also given us a great poem, with lots of interesting symbolism.

Flames

Kayla R and Brandon R

I’m so impressed by the richness and subtlety of Kayla and Brandon’s writing.  What a fascinating little poem!  The picture adds a lot, too.

Carmen M

We’re honored, Carmen that you chose to share such powerful work on Per.spec.tive:

CAN YOU SEE ME??

A girl gets in the car,
Her mother just picked her up from Juvenile.
No hugs, no kisses, no talking.
Silence fills the car.

The girl gently turns on the radio,
Wanting to get attention.
She ran away from home, trying to escape her fears, not wanting to face the facts,
She was going to jail.

People told her how to act,
She wanted to be herself, do what she wanted.
So she ran, the ride home is quiet.
She asks her mom, “Can you see me, suffering,
Crying for help, Mom, can you see me?”

                                    By: Carmen M.

Drake F

Thanks for this great poem, Drake.   Drake asks a question in his poem.  Are there any vegetarians out there who could help him out with the answer?

FOOD
Food is for Humans,
Food is for dogs.
Food is for cows,
Food is for frogs.
But what kind of food
Does a vegetarian eat?
The only thing I know is,
They don’t eat meat.
They eat their greens
Like they’re cool.
They eat lots of spinach,
That looks like gruel.

Lauren M.

Dont’ be fooled by this poem’s small size–it packs an extra-large helping of sweet into just a few words.  Nice use of figurative language, Lauren!
Melody in the Wind

Mr. Peppers

Did you know our Interim Assistant Principal was also an accomplished poet?  Let’s give him some great feedback!
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